The Snow Queen by Michael Cunningham

One of the most important things about a holiday, I’m sure we can all agree, is choosing which books to bring. If I’m going on holiday by car, I bring wildly too many – because then I can have some choices while I’m away. I took eleven books for my recent week away, and the eleventh of those, thrown into the suitcase at the last minute, was The Snow Queen (2014) by Michael Cunningham. And thank goodness I did, because it ended up being exactly what I wanted to read first – and it’s absolutely brilliant.

We start just before the 2004 US General Election, where various characters are sure that George W. Bush won’t get re-elected because he is ‘the worst President in US history’. Wry laugh. Barrett Meeks has just broken up with his rather-younger boyfriend, who told him by text that they had both seen this coming – Barrett had not – when he sees something extraordinary in the New York sky:

The miniature groundscape at his feet struck him, rather suddenly, as too wintery and prosaic to bear. He lifted his heavy head and looked up.

There it was. A pale aqua light, translucent, a swatch of veil, star-high, no, lower than the stars, but high, higher than a spaceship hovering above the treetops. It may or may not have been slowly unfurling, densest at its centre, trailing off at its edges into lacy spurs and spirals.

Barrett thought that it must be a freakish southerly appearance of the aurora borealis, not exactly a common sight over Central Park, but as he stood – a pedestrian in coat and scarf, saddened and disappointed but still regular as regular, standing on a stretch of lamp-lit ice – as he looked up at the light, as he thought it was probably all over the news – as he wondered whether to stand where he was, privately surprised, or go running after someone else for corroboration – there were other people, the dark cutouts of them, right there, arrayed across the Great Lawn…

In his uncertainty, his immobility, standing solid in Timberlands, it came to him. He believed – he knew – that as surely as he was looking up at the light, the light was looking back down at him…

This moment of inexplicable encounter happens early in the novel, but it is quite possible to imagine the novel existing without it. Its principle impact is to make Barrett look more closely at life, and try to work out how he was the only person to see this light – and what it could mean, and why he was chosen to see it. But, around him, the novel’s other characters continue their complex, anxious, vibrant, and ordinary lives. Few authors show the complexity of the ordinary, and the banality of the extraordinary, as well as Cunningham does.

For instance, Barrett;s sister-in-law Beth is seriously ill with cancer. Her possible death laces every word spoken in the house, where Barrett moves ‘temporarily’ to recover from his break-up. But, in the midst of this, Barrett’s brother Tyler is preoccupied with trying to write a song for his upcoming wedding to Beth. He is a singer-songwriter who has always been the talented one – but possibly not talented enough to ‘make it’, after years of trying, or to avoid falling into cliche when he tries to express himself in song to Beth.

Various other friends form part of the core cast, and we go between the minds of all of them – mostly Barrett and Tyler, but Cunningham elegantly takes the third-person narrative into different people’s perspectives, often for fleeting moments, while maintaining a cohesion and fluidity to the novel. He is so good at the moments that synecdochically represent whole lives. And he is equally good at showing, through narrative and dialogue, the precise degree of love and trust between two characters. Barrett and Tyler are closer than any two brothers I’ve seen in fiction, and Cunningham enables the reader to feel this almost viscerally.

I was a bit worried when I saw, in the blurb, that Barrett would start going to church. Christianity is seldom written about well by people who aren’t Christians. But Cunningham resists a dramatic conversion or a fall from faith – rather, it is one of the ways that Barrett’s life opens up, without ever developing beyond a sense of cautious wonder. The mysterious light sends him on a new path, even if it doesn’t reveal a new destination.

Mostly, I just love reading Cunningham’s prose. There is something about the way he forms communities of characters, and something in the elegant simplicity of his writing, that makes reading one of his novels feel like having  cold, refreshing water pouring through your hands on a hot day. The Hours remains my favourite of the four or five I’ve read, but this is a close competitor. I think there’s a danger that his novels are underrated because they give such an effect of simplicity – of things happening to ordinary people, and then the novel concluding. But to do that well, and even with a sense almost of transcendence, is surely one of the highest possible achievements of the novel.

11 thoughts on “The Snow Queen by Michael Cunningham

  • October 28, 2020 at 9:31 am
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    Thank you, Simon! I’m reading “The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle” at the moment and was vaguely wondering what to pick next. That will be it!

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    • October 28, 2020 at 12:53 pm
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      Wonderful! Hope you enjoy as much as I did. I’m thinking of going on a Cunningham binge now.

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    • October 29, 2020 at 6:15 pm
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      This will definitely be something a bit gentler after all the blood in Seven Deaths!

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  • October 28, 2020 at 2:36 pm
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    i loved The Hours so it’s welcome news that there is another Cunningham offering that is almost just as good.One for my wishlist

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    • October 29, 2020 at 6:15 pm
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      Excellent! Yes, have yet to read a dud by him, but I think I prefer this to A Home at the End of the World and By Nightfall.

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  • October 28, 2020 at 4:23 pm
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    Glad you had the right book at the right time, Simon! I’ve yet to read Cunningham – but from that quote, it sounds like he’s worth reading!

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    • October 29, 2020 at 6:14 pm
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      I think you’d like him a lot, Karen! The Hours is where most people start, and I think deservedly.

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  • October 29, 2020 at 11:25 am
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    Isn’t it wonderful, to find a book that so perfectly matches one’s mood? This one sounds lovely. Your review also reminds me that Cunningham is a wonderful writer. I read (and loved) The Hours, but somehow never went on to his other work (there’s just so much competition for reading time).

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    • October 29, 2020 at 6:10 pm
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      Yes! Exactly why I need to take so many on hols with me :D
      I had about ten years between reading The Hours and reading anything else by him, but so glad I did.

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    • October 29, 2020 at 6:09 pm
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      Fab!

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