The Novel, which has now become a Motion Picture (which I am
both intrigued and terrified to watch, incidentally), revolves around the
concept of one seemingly ordinary day - July 15th, to be exact, and visits the
lives of the two main characters - Dexter Mayhew and Emma Morley - on that day
from 1988 and every year onward. Whether the characters are together or apart
on that day, the narrative ties them together throughout the novel as the two
discover what it means to grow up and remain (or fail to stay) [best] friends.
The style and voice of his writing is at once sentimental
and powerfully moving (I must admit it brought me to tears on a few occasions),
and wonderfully hilarious and witty – I even laughed out loud, something I
RARELY do while reading. The humour: snappy, occasionally dark, and always
understated was not only brilliant in its own right, but served to balance beautifully
against the darker or dramatic aspects of the novel, making it a well rounded
complete story.
The very style of the narrative – highlighting merely one
day in a year of a life, allows for Nicholls not only to move quickly through
time, but also to pull together a larger picture of actions and consequences.
While we never see the ‘day after’ effect, we instead see the characters the
following year, and can connect the dots as to which events we saw previously
were trivial in the grand scheme of things, and which became pivotal life moments.
Nicholls brilliantly handless the difficult task of keeping the reader connected
and up to date with the lives of the characters without revealing too much or
plunging into the boring tedium of daily life. By carefully constructing events
and encounters around July 15th he keeps the story both interesting
and progressing, while firmly rooting himself in the rolls of an average and –
exceptionally realistic – life.
The novel has an authentic, genuine quality to it which I
personally found added immensely to the character of the novel as a whole, and
thus my connection and emotional ties to the story. Set in Scotland and England
primarily, with a heavy focus on Edinburgh and London, I couldn't help but love
it just that little bit more, having recently visited both countries, and
cities. The details in the novel such as street names, slang terms and landmarks
were such that they familiarized the story to any reader with a good knowledge
of the cities, but did not detract from any readers which may not. It made a nice
change to read the story from view of a friend relaying a life compared to what
can be described as 'informative narrative' [not sure if that's a real term or
I've just made it up] which not-so-subtly explains culturally specific
references to readers.
Similarly, and more importantly, Nicholls paints
his characters in sharp relief creating similarly real, relatable characters.
They are, each in turn, both loveable and detestable as any human being would
be. Dexter, who we might assume is a stereotype of the suave
always-trying-to-be-cool guy: "He wanted to live life in such a way that
if a photograph were taken at random, it would be a cool photograph" is
soon revealed to be so much more than just an image, with all his triumphs and
failings, rounding him into a complex believable character I couldn't help but
imagine as real. Emma, on the other hand, is shown first to be the
anti-conformist: "The problem with these fiercely individualistic girls
was that they were all exactly the same. Another book: The man who mistook his
wife for a hat. Silly bloody fool, he thought, confident that it was not a
mistake he would ever make." but is soon revealed with her own set of
short comings and secret assets. By the end of the story their lives are told
with such complex detail, in such a realistic rollercoaster of events and
emotions, that I couldn't help but think for a brief moment that the author
could very easily have written his life story, for all the reality it seemed to
hold. Of course, neither Emma nor Dexter are modelled after David Nicholls
himself, but it is a testament to his talent that it seemed (for a moment) as
such.
Though I think a great deal of why I SO connected to the
novel was my own personal ability to relate so strongly with the character of
Emma, I found this novel both engrossing and emotionally engaging in a way
which to me suggested skill beyond circumstance. Regardless of whether I saw
myself in Emma, I cared immensely for both (and all) characters within the
novel, where their lives would lead, if they might reconcile differences with
other characters or live out their dreams. A story, put simply, about life
itself, David Nicholls One Day was
just that – a beautiful glimpse, once a year, into the everyday (and therefore
extremely complex) lives of two common Brits. Even when things didn’t turn out
as you wanted them to – a quality in plot I find most admirable in one’s
writing, you pour your heart into reading it just the same, and all the more. What
more could you possibly ask for?