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Paula Spencer by Roddy Doyle

Rating:

***

 

(Recommended)

 

 

 

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Addictive

 

Roddy Doyle reprises one of his vivid characters Paula Spencer in this new novel. Whether a reader is familiar with this character or not, Paula Spencer stands alone as a crisp presentation of working-class life in Ireland. Paula is a recovering alcoholic, working hard to improve her relationships with her children, and earn enough money to pay her bills. Here’s an excerpt, pp. 44-47:

 

She’s on her way home from work. The Dart has just left Connolly. She has brochures in her bag. Dell, Gateway, In­tel. She went into Peat’s on Parnell Street. She spoke to a young lad in a white shirt. He showed her some of the computers. They all looked lovely. She hadn’t a clue what he was talking about but she came away with the brochures and the prices. She hasn’t mentioned it to Nicola and she won’t. This will be hers. Her work is going to pay for it.

The weather’s been desperate. Summer, my arse. It’s cold. She’ll need a coat before the computer. The old one gave up on her this afternoon. The sleeve fell off when she was putting it on. No ripping or anything, it just came away with her arm. The material was worn like paper at her shoulder. No stitching that could have put it back on.

She’s always hated sewing.

Shaking fingers.

She threw it out, into the wheelie. And she didn’t mind too much. She’ll save for a new one. She knows she will.

D’you think it grows on fuckin’ trees? That was what Charlo used to say. And she did it once—she looked up into a big tree, in St Anne’s Park. When Jack was a little lad in his buggy, and Leanne was with her too. One of those big fat trees, a chestnut or something—she’s not good on trees.

—Any money up there, love?

—No, said Leanne.

—Ah well.Your daddy must be right, so.

The bitterness was natural. But she should never have dished it out to the kids. More guilt. She didn’t do it often. But she did it.

She’s human, she’s only fuckin’ human.

They’re moving again. Out of Clontarf station. Over the bridge. She used to clean one of those houses. How long will it be before Leanne is searching the trees for money?

She’ll face it. She will—no running away.

 

D’you like the White Stripes, Jack? she asks.

Jack looks at her. He has that expression—what’s she on about now? She loves that look. He’s had it since he was six or seven. It hasn’t really changed as he’s got older.

He looks at her.

Except in one big way. There’s less fear in the look now. He knows she isn’t drunk.

He looks at her.

—They’re airight, he says.

His music is none of her business. She rarely breaks the rules.

—That sounds lovely. Who is it?

She asked it once, last year.

Eminem, he said.

She stayed at his bedroom door and listened as Eminem told his mother to bend over and take it like a slut—OKAY, MA? She leaned against the door and smiled in at Jack, like a complete eejit. She watched him squirming. Caught and angry. She was sure the Eminem fella had good reasons for his anger. But she wondered about Jack, why he was listen­ing to that stuff about killing your mother. Not that he wasn’t entitled to. But anyway, she copped on. She closed the door and went downstairs.

All mothers feel guilt. She heard some woman on the telly say that. She saw her on that afternoon show on RTE. The woman was smiling. She had glasses on top of her head. She’d written a book about being a mother. For fuck sake.

A month later, she watched Eminem’s film with Jack. 8 Mile, the video. She had to sit there and keep her mouth shut. And watch. The angry young man, the alco ma. Slim Shady is Jack Spencer. And Paula was Kim Basinger. She wondered if he was putting her through it, making her watch what she’d done to him.

It ended.

—What did you think?

—Good, he said.

—Rough, she said.

—Yeah.

—He’s a good actor.

—Yeah.

—What did you think of his mother?

—She was in the first Batman film.

—Was she?

—Yeah. When she was younger.

That was all. And that was grand. He rewound it and brought it straight back to the video shop.

She’s stayed well away from his music since.

 

The consequences of Paula’s drinking are revealed in Paula Spencer. While she is now sober, alcohol and her addiction continues to dominate personal interactions, especially with the children who grew up while she was drunk. Doyle allows empathy for Paula to develop on these pages, and the novel shines with wit and wisdom.

 

Steve Hopkins, April 25, 2007

 

 

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