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by Peter Owen
which is that nothing is true ". Andrew Motion.
in which hype and spin rule supreme, statistics are manipulated, history rewritten, hoaxes abound on the internet, bogus guests appear on TV chat shows, and the travel, beauty and health industries peddle expensive dreams.
Lying is also a love story. Alison Ward, an
Against the odds, she wins his love but, five years into
their marriage, finds herself leading a double life, upholding 'truths' in public which privately she abhors. The strain of this deception, coupled with deep sadness at their failure to conceive a longed-for child, eventually leads her into an affair. As lie piles on lie, she is horrified at her own faithlessness. Why, when she loves her devout and devoted husband, is she sloping off with a scruffy, layabout barman she doesn't even like?
She begins to see falsehood everywhere - in advertising and politics, even science
The plot abounds in the kind of moral conundrum that keeps Catholic priests in
"Lying" fits the blueprint and takes as its big theme the deceit and hypocrisy that underpin
This is undoubtedly a deeply personal novel ... [Perriam] was told that she would never
As ever, the tragedy is to some extent mitigated by a fine line in black humour; Perriam
An accomplished and intelligent novel by a too often overlooked novelist who wears
The only positive outcome of [her loss of faith] was the effect it had on her writing.
Her first 13 novels were outstanding, but so powerful and provocative one felt wrung out
The opening chapters of the novel do several things very well indeed. Perriam supplies us with
But Perriam takes the story further, not content to give us simply a Catholic version of the
Married life is not a bed of roses, and rarely have I read of marital difficulties so delicately
For the basic plot of "Lying", I drew on my parents' life story. Like James in the novel, my father originally intended to be a priest, but left the seminary to marry, insisting that his bride-to-be convert to Catholicism. However, many years into the marriage, he lost his faith. Appalled at the thought of my mother's reaction, he concealed his doubts and continued to play the part of a devout Catholic, attending Mass regularly, even taking Communion. The irony was that, unbeknown to him, my mother had also lost her faith, and she too was dissembling, for his sake.
Now, aged 92, my father says the one thing he regrets is having been I share this regret. Expelled from my convent school as a 'heretic in Satan's power', I spent the next ten years in terror of damnation, and feverishly examining every major religion in the hope of finding something to believe. Life without the comfort and security of a Father-God seemed frighteningly bleak. I have never lost the yearning for faith, and while I was researching Catholicism for "Lying", I felt like a child with my nose pressed against the sweetshop window, gazing in at saints and angels, prayers and plainchant, chalice and ciborium - all the things I'd loved and lost. I also encountered many aspects of Christian belief - at one extreme, the radicals who have dispensed with God altogether, and at the other, the more-papist-than-the-Pope brigade, who abhor any form of sex education and even object to the word 'partner', as undermining the sanctity of marriage. I heard chilling accounts of abuse and cruelty perpetrated by priests and nuns, and of radical priests forced to leave the ministry, and I met people like myself terrified of hell after years of childhood indoctrination. But whatever the abuses, the advantages of faith are legion, and not just in the spiritual realm. Taking up a religion is equivalent in health terms to giving up smoking, and research studies show that believers live longer, have stronger immune systems and enjoy better health in general. Also, religion offers support within a community, and a sense of vision to society as a whole. It gives every person value, regardless of appearance, wealth or status - a soul makes us special! - and its promise of eternal life takes away the sting of death. Prayer (like jogging!) is said to release endorphins in the body, and may even work miracles. In the novel, James's grandma Cecilia calls him her 'miracle baby' - her prayers saved his life. Here I drew again on personal experience. When my daughter Pauline was declared dead in the womb, my then still-devout mother prayed non-stop and, extraordinary though it sounds, the doctors began to hear the foetal heartbeat once more. Having been told I would never conceive, I found Pauline's birth doubly miraculous. Infertility appears to be on the increase, affecting one in six couples in the UK alone, some of whom may spend 10 or 20 years undergoing highly stressful treatment, with no baby at the end of it. Don't I know! Despite endless proddings and pokings and many courses of drugs, I never succeeded in having another child. In the novel, Alison's infertility is one of the reasons for her affair. Although appalled at her behaviour, she does find it a great relief to be able to separate sex from conception. Sex with her lover Craig is crude and often violent, totally different from James's tender love-making. Yet she finds herself returning to Craig's bed, while avoiding her husband's overtures. I'm interested as a writer in exploring people's perverse desires, the kicks they get in unexpected ways. Alison feels that Craig allows her to be her true self, whereas James's religion has forced her into a straitjacket. There are parallels here with my previous novel "Second Skin", in the sense that many of us feel compelled to live a lie, in order to conform to what our partners or parents or society regard as 'right'. And in another novel, "Bird Inside", the main character Jane wonders if learning to lie is simply part of growing up: a skill you need to acquire, like driving or cooking. Indeed, more than a skill - an art-form, with the power to smooth relationships, deflect anger, ease pain and social intercourse, or even allow us to get away with murder (literally, in some cases). Certain psychotherapists actually advocate lying, to preserve marriage and/or friendship. Alison is faced with this very dilemma: is love more important than truth - a question which has exercised philosophers and theologians down the ages. Later in the novel she asks herself, if the stakes are high enough, will even the most virtuous person lie? The answer is probably yes. According to research, each of us tells up to 180 lies a day. (Don't ask me how they calculate!) It occurs to me now that if I had lied at the age of 18 and simply pretended to believe, as some of my classmates did, I would have spared myself the trauma of expulsion.
But how could I? In those uncompromising days, I considered lying to be
"Wendy Perriam was born to write. She looks at the world with a different eye from the rest of us. Her work refreshes and exhilarates. She gets to the heart of the matter, and there, lurking beneath the seriously mundane, we discover the spiritual underpinnings of the universe. "Perriam must be a strong contender for Britain's most underrated novelist." Daily Telegraph "
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