
The Book of Lost Things by John Connolly
Talking animals. Singing dwarves. Sleeping beauties. These phrases conjure up images from Disney films of bright eyed, rosy cheeked heroes and heroines prancing through luscious green forests in search of their respective “happily ever afters”. However, in John Connolly’s The Book of Lost Things, these icons of fairy tale and folklore don’t have eyes that are bright, cheeks that are rosy and aren’t exactly rendered in Technicolor. Connolly creates a dark, often terrifying fairy tale world, combining and twisting well known stories for the backdrop of a book that, at its core, is a coming-of-age story about a 12 year-old boy named David who has recently lost his mother.
Set in England during the early stages of WWII, David’s story is a sad one from the start. His overwhelmed father quickly remarries his mother’s former nurse, Rose, who gives birth to a son, Georgie, much to the displeasure of young David. The family moves from London to Rose’s family’s countryside estate in order to avoid the frequently falling German bombs. It’s around this time when David begins to hear voices, suffer from dizzy spells, and swears that he can hear the books on his shelves talking to him. The house in the country is very old and David finds that it holds many secrets. One night, David ventures out into the garden when a damaged German plane comes hurdling down from the sky toward him. He finds cover in a crack through the garden wall and in very Narnian fashion, David finds himself in the fairy tale land on the other side, where he can hear the voice of his dead mother beckoning him. David’s search for the voice’s source sends him on a journey filled with violence and horror. I warn you, it’s not for the faint of heart.
Probably the most surprising thing about the book is how graphic it can be, which can be seen as an asset or a fault depending on the reader’s taste. Depictions of murder, cruelty, mutilation and suggestions of sexual perversion are chronicled throughout the novel. Connolly creates an imaginary land plucked from some of the darkest fairy tale source material he could find. At one point, a character literally tears himself in two with his bare hands. We meet many characters who enjoy the torture of little lost children. This book is not exactly a companion piece to your fairy tale library – it serves more as its antithesis and it revels in that fact from start to finish.
There is also very little levity in the book to supplement its dark subject matter, save for the chapters that feature Communist Dwarves who begrudgingly tend to an obese and ill-mannered Snow White, a welcomed injection of black comedy amongst the terror filled proceedings. However, what the book might lack in overall lightheartedness it makes up for with genuine sentiment and compassion as we follow David on his journey both through the dark enchanted woods and through the pain of coming to terms with the loss of a parent and acceptance of his new family. For as fantastical as Connelly’s story is, his characters feel real as we go with them through their victories and hardships in the strange and frightening Elsewhere kingdom.
I enjoyed The Book of Lost Things immensely, but if you’re uncomfortable with darker subject matter, it might not be the book for you. That being said, if you’re a reader with a thicker skin, if you like being scared and if you are a fan of fairy tales and folklore, this novel is a must read.
Review by J.J., CLP-Beechview