Blow on a Dead Man’s Embers by Mari Strachan

I hesitated before I picked up Blow on A Dead Man’s Embers.

You see, I have yet to get past the opening pages of The Earth Hums in B Flat, Mari Strachan’s previous novel. It wasn’t that I didn’t like it, it was that the book just didn’t hold me.

But there was something about this new book – the title, the concept, the cover – I just had to pick it up.

I am so glad that I did. I was swept away by the story of one woman, her life, her family, her times …

I was captivated by Non, a complex and utterly real woman, from the very first page.

At the heart of the story is Non’s relationship with her husband. Davey has come back from the Great War, and he is not the same man who left:

“… not sharing a marriage any more, not sharing conversation and laughter, their hopes and dreams, their fears. She grieves for her Davey, who had loved her, and whom she had loved in return, she grieves for him as if he were dead. More than if he were dead. She may have been defeated by the mystery of what haunts this Davey, by the puzzle of what he has become, but she has no idea how to begin to fight back, how to begin to find the Davey who loved her …”

The portrayal of a man, damaged and changed by his experiences, and a woman, trying to understand, trying to make things better, was pitch perfect. And the story was intriguing, moving in unexpected directions and revealing truths that were quite unexpected. So clever.

And that story was part of a bigger story. A family story. Three generations of Davey’s family and Non’s family. So many characters, simply and yet distinctively drawn, and each with their own story. Those stories took in so much. Love, loss, identity, coming of age, growing old, coming to terms ….

More unexpected directions, more unexpected truths.

And through those stories Mari Strachan paints a wonderful picture of a community, and of an era.

Everything was so real, so distinctive, so utterly believable.

I was completely caught up, believing in these people, and caring about what happened to them.

There are so many details that I would love to write about, but I’m not going to. Because revelations, of characters, of histories, of relationships, come gradually in the book, and that works so very well that I wouldn’t want to spoil it even a little.

And so all I can add is that Blow on a Dead Man’s Embers is a fine, fine piece of storytelling.

It held me from start to finish, and even now that I have put the book down I am still captivated …

Teaser Tuesdays / It’s Tuesday, where are you?


Just quote a couple of spoiler-free sentences the book you’re reading to tempt other readers.

Here is mine:-

“I fly in my sleep every night. When I was little I could fly without being asleep; now I can’t, even though I practise and practise.”

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Well I was flying, high above the small town in South Wales where we live. But I saw a body floating in the pool and the fright plummeted me back to my bed. Bethany had stretched out while I was gone and I couldn’t push her back to her own side, so I got up early and came downstairs to practise wide-awake flying …

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This all comes courtesy of The earth Hums in B-Flat by Mari Strachan