Never was an author endorsement so true.
Since reading Room by Emma Donoghue I have indeed been haunted by the power of the story.
Room is written in the voice of five-year-old Jack who has spent his entire life incarcerated in one room – a garden shed.
His sole companion is his mother, abducted at 19-years of age by Old Nick, and thereafter abused by him. Old Nick visits the shed daily to leave food for his captives and satisfy his baser needs. During those visits, Ma shuts Jack in a cupboard to protect him from witnessing the abuse.
Jack has no idea there’s a world outside his room, nothing beyond the four walls that house him.
“Room is the story of a mother and son whose love lets them survive the impossible. Unsentimental and sometimes funny, devastating yet uplifting. Room is a novel like no other.”
I won’t elaborate any further on the story. It is an amazing book, beautifully written, sometimes very dark, but always true to the voice it’s teller.
It was published soon after the shock revelation of a family in Austria reared in similar circumstances, their existence dictated by a cruel and depraved captor.
Room, shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize 2010, is one of the most deeply moving books I’ve ever read, profound and full of imagination – brilliant. It will be with me for a very long time.