In Swift River
author R. C. Binstock uses the tender, inchoate voice of a young girl to speak
for the doomed Swift River Valley in Depression-era Massachusetts. The valley
is doomed because the thirsty residents of Boston need water, and the valley – families
and farms and factories of long standing – will be inundated when Boston gets
its reservoir. The eloquent and plaintive diary entries of Polly form the
perfect canvas for witnessing the mounting weight of loss; they are stunning,
unforgettable, and captivating. This character and her brave suffering are
truly precious inventions, not to be missed.
Swift River shares with Mr. Binstock’s other work a fearless
willingness to cite and decry the greedy or rapacious aspects of human nature.
As in his well-received Tree
of Heaven, Mr. Binstock never fears to plumb the depths or heroics of human
nature.
In this book, Polly McPhee of the Swift River Valley in Massachusetts
starts a diary as she approaches her 12th birthday. A seeming world
away in Boston, the state Legislature passes a law that will destroy her farm,
her family, and her way of life. Hers and three other towns will be permanently
inundated under a new reservoir so that Boston can have water. Polly’s brief
but heartrending diary entries propel the story, along with snippets from other
sources. If it isn’t always obvious what or who these other sources are,
finding out or already knowing the answer is one of the many sources of delight
here. One very powerful device drives a certain narrative energy as well: the
author sets up a contrast between Polly’s elegiac diary entries and the ponderous,
self-satisfied bureaucratese of how Polly and her family will be ground under
the state’s heel.
Polly’s diary entries, which form the book’s main framework,
give us a glimpse into a young girl’s mind and heart as her world’s ripped
asunder. Loss does form the backdrop for her narrative, but we do see the
lively, developing teen and young woman, who blesses the world with her good
heart in spite of all the odds stacked against her. In her entries, Mr.
Binstock manages unerringly to capture the hope and wonder and fear and daring
of this marvelous fictional invention – this Polly.
The lead character carries the narrative forward, obviously,
but she does so in a way that’s equal parts endearing and awe-inspiring. She’s
forced into adulthood far too quickly, but at the same time sees the beautiful
rural landscape of her home valley, the awkward, mostly unwelcome advances of
boys, the blessed community of school, the solace of study, the necessity of
chores – all of these she faces with a proud and resourceful innocence that
place her in the first rank of characters.
I have spent a lot of energy on Swift River’s protagonist, and with good reason. It is with Polly’s
development that this novel reaches its highest achievement. By no means let this
book pass you by. Unreservedly I add it to my pantheon of masterpieces. Take it
up!