And there is a woman named Beverley whose daughter, Jeanie, may have been the accident victim, even though at first she seems quite unharmed. There is small evidence of an accident on the car. “Perfect: A Novel” radiates its own natural, understated foreboding, and even its title contributes to the sense of dread.Įventually, the boys discover tangible trouble.

Whether they spend time at their pond, in their meadow or, on one occasion he will never forget, in a restaurant where she lets him feel terribly sophisticated for ordering tomato soup and prawns even though it isn’t even lunchtime, this boy feels loved by his ravishing, devoted mother in a way that he may never feel loved again. Joyce does an inviting job of setting up these mysterious circumstances, and of drawing Byron’s magical closeness with Diana. The something Diana hits seems to have been a little girl on a red bicycle. So they leap to her defense on the morning she takes an unusual route to the boys’ elite school through a neighborhood usually considered too rough for them, and obliviously hits something with the Jaguar. And both boys would do anything to protect her. She drives a Jaguar and is always expected to thank him for it.ĭiana is so perfect that Byron’s best friend, James Lowe, is utterly bewitched by her. At a time when feminism is beginning to have an impact on other mothers, Diana dresses in the ultra-ladylike fashion that Seymour demands. He is too young to notice how cowed his mother, Diana, is by his father, Seymour, who isn’t home at the country estate much and demands total obeisance from his wife when he does show up. When Byron tries to imagine the interior of his mother’s mind, he pictures bejeweled drawers, because she is as orderly as she is lovely. The story is told through the eyes of Byron Hemmings, a wealthy boy blessed with a dreamily beautiful mother.

Joyce makes the two seconds matter a great deal. Joyce builds her novel around two 11-year-old English boys who have heard that the year 1972 will be two seconds longer than other years and wonder about the cosmic consequences this change may have. Rachel Joyce’s second novel, “Perfect,” is better and less treacly than her first, “The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry.” It is eerier, too.

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