Reviewed by Jeanne
Fifteen year old Christopher likes to go out walking
at night when he can look up at the stars and pretend that he’s the only person
in the world, because Christopher doesn’t really like people. Most are a mystery to him with unreadable
expressions and erratic behavior. This
upsets Christopher. He likes things to be orderly, like numbers, and behave in
predictable ways. This is why he has
decided to assign his chapters prime numbers instead of the more usual 1,2, 3,
etc. sequence.
Christopher
does like dogs, because you always know where you stand with a dog and they don’t
shout at you. So when Christopher finds
Wellington, his neighbor’s dog, lying in the grass with a gardening fork (think
small pitchfork) stuck in him and blood, he knows that Wellington has been
murdered. That is wrong. Murderers should be caught and punished, the
way they are in Sherlock Holmes stories, so Christopher sets out to discover
who murdered Wellington.
The problem is that people seem to get angry when he
asks them questions – very blunt, personal questions. His father understands to some extent but
there are times when he too yells at Christopher and tells him to stop his
investigations. Most of the time his father is good and doesn’t try to make
Christopher eat foods that are yellow.
Siobhan at Christopher’s school is good too, and she encourages
Christopher to make a book about his investigation which is what we are
reading. Christopher’s mother was good
too but she is dead.
Welcome to Christopher’s world. It’s an orderly world of black and white, of
certainties, marred only by the inexplicable reactions of other people. He’s extremely intelligent and well informed about
any number of topics from history to astronomy to mathematics, but bewildered
by social interactions and incapable of understanding other people’s points of
view. Christopher likes facts: things one knows that are beyond dispute. Lies and the idea of lying upset him, because
if you are saying one thing isn’t true, then how do you know that anything is
true? Such paradoxes can send him into a tantrum worthy of a two year old, not
a teenager. He tries to calm himself down by working out quadratic equations in
his head, but sometimes he just can’t help himself and starts to scream.
Thanks to BPL Book Bingo (“Read a book which has won
a literary award”), I was able to fulfill my vague promise to myself and
finally read this Whitbread Award winning novel. Because the entire book is written from
Christopher’s point of view, the reader has at least some sense of what it’s
like to be autistic, though Christopher’s diagnosis is never explicitly stated. While the mystery of Wellington’s murder is
solved midway through the book, the ramifications lead Christopher and the
reader to some startling revelations.
The book is by turns compassionate, moving,
intriguing, and funny. It certainly lived
up to its excellent reputation as far as I am concerned.
If you are intrigued enough to read further, Temple
Grandin has written several interesting books about her own autism. In fiction, Kristin recommends Shine Shine Shine and How to Tell Toledo from the Night Sky, both by Lydia Netzer. There is also Samuel Hoenig mystery series by Jeffrey Cohen and E.J. Copperman.
I absolutely loved this book. If anything should be required reading, this one should be. Not only is it exquisitely written, it is wonderfully eye-opening to just how overwhelming the world can be if you're autistic.
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