Bel Canto by Ann Patchett #bookreview

Bel CantoAnn Patchett’s Bel Canto makes a grand claim for the power of music not only to sustain the spirit in the bleakest of times but even to transform a life.

In an unnamed South American country,  the world-renowned soprano Roxane Coss sings at a birthday party in honour of a visiting Japanese industrial magnate. She’s the bait in a plan by the hosts to persuade Mr Katsumi Hosokawa, one of her biggest fans, to rescue their failing economy by building an electronics factory in their country. Unfortunately the plans go awry because on the night of the party in the vice presidential mansion, a band of guerrillas swarm in through the air ducts. Their quarry is the president but he’s nowhere to be found having decided he much preferred to stay home watching his favourite  TV soap opera rather than entertain a room of distinguished and powerful diplomats and leaders from around the world.

Taking advantage of a bad situation the invaders decide to take all the party goers hostage and use them as bargaining tools to secure the release of their comrades held in prison. They’re pretty ineffective negotiators and not much better at controlling the hostages. It soon becomes clear that it’s the soprano who is calling the shots. During the month-long standoff with neither government nor guerrillas giving ground, her singing keeps the atmosphere calm. Soon the guerrillas are running around to satisfy her whims just to keep her singing — one minute they are finding dental floss and herbal throat lozenges for her, the next it’s musical scores she needs.

Unexpected talents and depths of character emerge during the stand-off. The vice president for example assumes the dual roles of housekeeper and gracious host:

He seemed to think that the comfort of his guests was still his responsibility. He was always serving sandwiches and picking up cups. He washed the dishes and swept and twice a day he mopped up the floors in the lavatories. With a dishtowel knotted around his waist, he took on the qualities of a charming hotel concierge … Everyone was very fond of Ruben. Everyone had completely forgotten that he was the Vice President of the country.

Near the end of the stand-off he has a moment of epiphany in the garden, appreciating for the first time the sensation of grass beneath his feet and the scent of flowers. And he resolves there and then to be a better man, a better father and a better husband.

Change comes to the rebels too. Enchanted by the grandeur of their surroundings they begin wandering through the house sniffing hand lotion and snaffling pistachio nuts. They become so hooked on a TV drama (the same one that delights the president) much to the disgust of their commander,  they begin missing drills or fitting them in around the program schedules.

Amid the tension, love is kindled. For Mr Hosokawa, proximity to his idol is a dream come true. He has already seen her 18 times in performances around the world, often inventing business trips that will place him in the audience. Hearing her in the close, intimate setting of the besieged mansion, admiration burgeons into love. Captivity also brings romantic fulfilment for his loyal translator Gen Watanabe, in the form of a guerrilla fighter appropriately named Carmen for whom her time in the house is the happiest point in her life.

Roxane and Mr Hosokawa, Gen and Carmen are the novel’s principals but they are surrounded by a strong cast including a Frenchman, Simon Thibault, who weeps into the stole his beloved wife leaves behind when all the women except Roxane are allowed to leave. There’s a Red Cross representative who interrupts his holiday to act as a hostage negotiator though in his suit and tie he looks more like “an earnest representative of an American religion” and a chain-smoking Russian, who makes an unexpectedly delicate declaration of love, regaling Roxane with mournful and meandering childhood stories.

What unites the 50 or so people thrust together in the mansion, is music.

Mr Hosokawa’s eleventh birthday was a life-changing experience. It was the first time he heard opera,  a moment imprinted on his eyelids that marked the beginning of his love affair with music, a love that surpassed all other interests and responsibilities.

The records he cherished, the rare opportunities to see a live performance, those were the marks by which he gauged his ability to love. Not his wife, his daughters or his work. He never thought that he had somehow transferred what should have filled his daily life into opera. Instead he knew that without opera, this part of himself would have vanished forever.

In the vice presidential music a young priest undergoes a similar experience when he hears opera sung live for the first time.

It was different in ways he could never have imagined, as if the voice were something that could be seen. Certainly it could be felt … It trembled inside the folds of his cassock, brushed against the skin of his cheeks. Never had he thought, never once, that such a woman existed, one who stood so close to God that God’s own voice poured from her. How far she must have gone inside herself to call up that voice. It was as if the voice came from the center part of the earth and by the sheer effort and diligence of her will she had pulled it up through the dirt and rock and through the floorboards of the house, up into her feet, where it pulled through her, reaching, lifting, warmed by her, and then out of the white lily of her throat and straight to God in heaven. It was a miracle and he wept for the gift of bearing witness.

For her part Roxane comes to appreciate the true power of the music that has been her life’s work, causing her to sing ”as if she was saving the life of every person in the room.” Patchett’s idea of the power of music does strain too far however when Roxane takes an interest in one of the rebels she discovers is a musical prodigy, able to repeat perfectly the notes and lines that she sings. As if her readers don’t really understand that this talent could be his escape route from poverty, Patchett makes the General her mouthpiece:

It makes you wonder, All the brilliant things we might have done with our lives if only we suspected  we knew how.

Such a cod piece of philosophy strikes a really duff note in an otherwise absorbing and finely tuned novel about the the various ways in which human connections can be forged, even in the most unlikely of circumstances and situations.


About the book: Bel Canto by Ann Patchett was first published in UK by Fourth Estate in 2001. My paperback copy dates from 2002. Bel Canto won the Orange Prize for Fiction in 2002. The novel is loosely inspired by an event in December 1996 when members of a guerrilla group entered the Japanese ambassador’s residence in Lima, Peru, seized nearly 600 hostages and demanded the release of a number of political prisoners. The resulting siege lasted four months.

About the author: Ann Patchett was born in Los Angeles in 1963. She is the recipient of a Guggenheim Fellowship. Bel Canto is her fourth novel.







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Posted on May 27, 2017, in American authors, Book Reviews, Orange Prize and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 34 Comments.

  1. Wow, I wouldn’t have guessed the book was based on a real hostage situation. It also sounds like it could be a fairly funny novel. Was there a lot of humor?

  2. I loved this one (and like BIP, it was the first Patchett I read and then went looking for the rest). And I have liked all the ones that have followed, so far, but not quite as much as the first. Not yet.

  3. buriedinprint

    This was the first of hers books which I read, shortly after publication, and I went on a mad search to find everything else she had written. It’s one that I’ve often considered revisiting and I think I could almost do so without remembering it too well by this time. One that I really enjoyed (but somehow I don’t think it’d be your cuppa) was her nonfiction memoir about her friendship with Lucy Grealey; I think I just like her way of looking at things!

    • I dont tend to do well with non fiction – I have good intentions and buy the books but when it comes to a choice I pick a fiction book off the shelves every time

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  5. I really liked this book when I read it because it humanised the guerrillas, but I have mixed feelings about it now because of the way terrorism has morphed into something so much worse than we could have imagined back in 2001 when this book came out.

  6. This sounds really intriguing. I’ve got Commonwealth on my TBR list (thanks to Kate W). Once I’ve read that I may well move on to this.

  7. I really enjoyed this one, although, as you say, there were a couple of heavy-handed philosophising moments. But I especially liked the more humorous ones, like the French ambassador taking over in the kitchen. And the love of music does shine through!

  8. After reading (and LOVING) Commonwealth earlier this year, I’ve added all of Patchett’s back collection to my TBR list. I’ll be interested to read this one (eventually) because it seemed those that loved this didn’t love Commonwealth and vice versa.

  9. I remember enjoying it – and being surprised I did, for some reason. I think it’s because I felt like it was going to be more chicklit than it was. I enjoyed your review as it reminded me a bit more of what has been consigned to the back blocks of my memory!

  10. Such a wonderful book! Great review!

  11. I’ve always wanted to read this one.

  12. I really liked this author’s book COMMONWEALTH and I have Bel Canto. Readers seem to love it but it sounds cliched to be honest.

    • Why does it sound cliched Guy?

      • “Patchett’s idea of the power of music does strain too far however when Roxane takes an interest in one of the rebels she discovers is a musical prodigy, able to repeat perfectly the notes and lines that she sings.”
        That makes me think cliched. Also would terrorists allow a soprano to sing her head off, or would they whack her upside the head with a rifle butt.
        I can see that an experience like that would make you appreciate life more but I don’t know how much music would have to do with it.

  13. I’ve been meaning to read this for a long, long, long time. Your review certainly reinforces my desire to get to it one of these days! Generally, I love Ann Patchett, and very much enjoyed State of Wonder, which was the most recent of her novels that I read.

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