Harsimran kaur ON April 26, 2023 , IN BOOK REVIEW, NEVER NEVER BY COLLEEN HOOVER AND TARRYN FISHER-FICTION
Memory—incomprehensibly aligned to our truths and somewhat a fastidious epiphany of our self-created illusions.
Memory—invokes a tyrant repulsion if tried to be whiffed off with a scorn of a hand; its elusivity an incursion rather than a panacea for the deprived soul.
Memory—pummels hard to unravel a past that hinges as a tough metal claps or bereaving the present in being a taciturn interpolator of the past.
Memory—lost and forgotten; feels like a tapestry of lava siphoning from the volcano incarnadined by an incinerated flow of moments that no longer belong to us.
Whats happens when the world looks like an anonymous geek, splintering and spatting obnoxious sentiments that offer no relief. A day comes in the life of Charlie and Silas—everything forgotten, a kind of ‘no-treaty’ with memory. Their own visions and thoughts like a cascading fire of the funeral where reality is burnt under the logs of imperspicuous fire. Who they are? Where they belong? All this is not only a mystery but a perpetual ‘off-beat’ fall off from ‘life-lived’ to ‘life-bitten’.
Charlie Wynwood and Silas Nash have spent their childhood together; the propitious fun games where Silas fosters to be the commanding nudge—‘Silas says’ and Charlie voluntarily does the ‘saying’. From best friends to lovers, their journey as teenagers has been a ‘tug in the coat’, chaperoning each other as if fate decrees them to do so. The ‘longing’ and the ‘make love’ feeling act as a cavalcade of ‘love funding a nest’ in which grows a foundation so strong that there is no room for eccentricities and exclusions.
But the evanescence of life can be tricky. ‘Never Never’ by Colleen Hoover and Tarryn Fisher is about a love that has lost memory of its exuberance and now crawls like a dilapidated worm. Charlie and Silas, to their chagrin, feel abandoned by the unfamiliarity that has creeped in. Their memory becomes a prodigal pariah, an effrontery to the present imbroglio leaving both of them at the ripper’s edge.
Both fail to recognize their own self and the love that ever roseated between them. But the same lost love is a consolation in exfoliating what they have left behind and how the shady eclipse tormenting the darkness inside can be torn apart to get back the ray of banished memories.
Memory—a succulent dish of the past becomes an armoury distorting the fine cuts of the present laden with unsavoury incantation of complete dismissal. That’s the story of Charlie and Silas who inconspicuously scourge the past—letters written to each other, awakening to the family animosity, driving the hard nuts out of the abdomen to spleen the toxity that created a rift before memory became a misnomer. They now create new memories to carapsse the old plough from any destruction. The future beckons, to live with a new memory after every 48 hours or challenge the ambiguities that surface with every clue. The meanderings open curtains to a large stage, each actor camoflouged to be a splinter in the eye that Charlie and Silas try to wind off to see the reality of their being.
Charlie and Silas have been in love; they seek the same love but their memory fails to evoke the sentiments left behind. It’s after all a new beginning, to identify the charades of the past that sabotaged their indisputable connection, and finally give sustenance to the present that acts as a feeble ant whimpering under the load of the matchstick.
A story about love! To keep love alive, it’s prudent to cherish memories that intrinsically help it to evolve and interpret emotions that may lose their thread if stretched incoherently. To save love, destiny has its own plan and sometimes it can be lethal as dissolving memories to ultimately find a reason for that love to exist eternally.