This is my second try with a Jon McGregor book. The previous one, If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things - though beautifully written - didn't really do anything for me. It elegantly told of some terrible tragedy that many had witnessed, but was constantly beating around the bush. I assume that in the end we learn what exactly happened but I didn't read that book long enough to ever get to that point.
With that experience behind me, my expectations for So Many Ways to Begin were not too high. I am glad to announce that I finished it. And gladly. The writing, again, is beautiful and elegant. The story is that of David Carter, who wants to work in a museum, or better yet, own his own theater. His live could be perfectly ordinary, with a wife that has bouts of depression, an almost affair, a daughter he adores, and a job lost. It is, however, burdened by the fact that one day, quite unexpectedly, learns that he is not his parent's son.
A family friend, whose mind is quickly declining from dementia, one day casually mentions that some Irish girl gave birth to him in 1945 and disappeared. His mother decided to keep him and raise him as her own. Not even his father, conveniently off at war, knew and thought the boy his. His mother's explanation is simply that she missed the right moment to tell him and thought that it would be easier for him if he didn't know. And it might have been.
As soon as he knows, however, he starts gathering clues that might help him find his real mother. And this is where the book is really clever. The entirety is told through objects, dated, that head anecdotes from his life and his wife's life back in Scotland (which is much sadder than David's really).
There comes a point, when he thinks he has found his mother. It appears almost too good to be true. And so it is.
Lives were changed and moved by much smaller clues, chance meetings, overheard conversations, the trips and stumbles which constantly alter and readjust the course of things, history made by a million fractional moments too numerous to calibrate or observe or record. the real story, he knew, was more complicated than anything he could gather together in a pair of photo albums and a scrapbook and drive across the country to lay out on a table somewhere. The whole story would take a lifetime to tell. But what he had would be a start, he thought, a way to begin. What he had would be enough to at least say, here, these are a few of the things which have happened to me, while you weren't there. This is a small part of how it's been. You don't need to guess any longer, you don't need to imagine or wonder or dream. This is a small part of the truth.
7/10


