Adam Foulds’s latest novel is less successful than its predecessor. In 2009 he reached the Booker shortlist with The Quickening Maze, which saw Victorian poets orbit a lunatic asylum in Epping Forest. Now, with In the Wolf’s Mouth, he has shifted his attention to the Mediterranean theatre of the second world war. Will Walker is an English field security officer, Ray Marfione an American GI. Both find themselves in North Africa and Sicily, as ancient corruption permeates Allied liberation.
The subject matter is Foulds’s primary failing. The Quickening Maze fizzed because the author, who has a separate reputation as a poet, knows what it is to write verse and that informed his resurrection of Alfred Tennyson and John Clare. The temporal flick from his subjects’ contemporary condition to their future reputation was beautiful. ‘When the grief was total… full of words, was a world itself… then Tennyson will be laureate, will be rich.’ Such affinity is key to historical fiction. Pat Barker’s novels, for example, work so well because she understands the creative difficulties of her subjects, from Sassoon and Owen to the fictionalised war artists in 2012’s Toby’s Room.
But In the Wolf’s Mouth is not about writers. Foulds takes on a milieu he never experienced without the comparative advantage he brought to his last novel. Nowhere does he suggest that he truly understands what it is to be a soldier or to be Sicilian. The sense of place is vague — ‘North Africa’, ‘the town’ — and the battle scenes formulaic; we see some Germans killed post-surrender, and some burnt-out vehicles.
These failings are rendered acute by Foulds’s determination to take on the 1940s in its medium of greatest strength. His Mau Mau verse ‘The Broken Word’ glistened because 1950s Kenya is not awash with poetic treatment.
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