The Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
Imagine an apple that has been drawn two different ways. The first is a mere illustration, an outline in black and white, one which lacks detail. Simple, yes. Yet it perfectly expresses the essence of the fruit – like the logo of a certain computer company.
The second drawing attempts to render the apple as true to life as possible, with colour, texture and background: all the details the human eye supplies to the brain when confronted with the real thing. But imagine the artist lacks the high degree of skill to deliver on this photographic promise. Let’s say the colour is wrong, the hue of the light rings false, the texture is not sufficiently apple-y.
When we put these two pictures side by side, we ‘see’ a better apple in the illustration. By providing us only with an idea, it allows our imagination to fill in the other details. The second, on the other hand, jars in our brains. It bothers us, despite the effort that might have gone into its crafting. Less is sometimes more.
In ‘The Pillars of the Earth’, Ken Follett has tried for more. A lot more. His portrayal of medieval life in the south west of England is very detailed. We eat, sleep, travel and even copulate with the stonemasons, monks and earls who populate his pages. It is obvious to the reader that he has meticulously researched his subject. But that is precisely the problem – the reader is too aware of the research. At times it feels like we are reading his notes and not his fiction. It is too studied, and therefore rings false.
There are also a number of structural problems, again due to the high level of ambition. It’s damn nigh impossible to sustain over three generations and as many cathedrals the strong plot dynamics for which Follett is known. There are lulls and the conclusion to one of the central plot threads is both contrived and unsatisfying. Follett also seems unsure whether to write Aliena, one of the central characters, as a fierce female protagonist, or as a weeping damsel in distress. In the end, he tries a bit of both, and for me it simply doesn’t work. This I found particularly disappointing, given how well he rendered the characters in the other novel of his I read (“Night Over Water”).
That said, the opening is strong enough; the protagonists likeable enough and the villains loathsome enough to keep the reader hooked.
It’s just a pity he didn’t stick to mere illustration.
2 thoughts on “My Review of Ken Follett’s “The Pillars of the Earth””
If, as Bram Stoker says, a novel is a contract between the author and the reader, (the reader supplies time and attention, and the author supplies a good tale, well told, at least enough to justify the attention expended to unravel it) why then would anyone want to enter into this contract? Sounds like a ‘bad apple’ to me!
Nice, I like that Bram Stoker quote. Indeed, authors in general would do well to spend more time in the place of their readers. Imagining themselves, not as Hemingway or Dickens, but as a tired, disgruntled commuter who wants 20 minutes of escapism before the shitty work day begins; or as a worn-out parent, finally getting to open her beach bag while the kids are playing at the pool, and wanting something that will make her two weeks in Spain seem truly magical.