I have been intrigued by the premise of My Sister Lives on the Mantelpiece since I first heard it – the ashes
of Jamie’s sister Rose, who died in a terrorist attack in London, sit in an urn
on the mantelpiece and have for the past five years. I’ve been meaning to pick
it up for a few months now, but hadn’t been able to track it down in a
bookstore until just recently. If I had known David Tennant, or, Doctor Who,
had written a blurb on the back of the book to say, “I couldn’t put it down,” I
might have tried a bit harder to find it then I did. Also, if I had known
author Annabel Pitcher worked on the British soap opera Coronation Street, I probably would have ordered this straight from
Amazon the second that I heard about it.
My Sister Lives on the
Mantelpiece is told with an immediacy that is in fitting with its
ten-year-old protagonist. Jamie is as likeable as he is perceptive, and the way
he cobbles together a picture of his damaged and grieving family through
snapshots of their present life fits perfectly with the subject matter. Jamie
opens the book by telling the reader, “My sister Rose lives on the mantelpiece.
Well, some of her does. Three of her fingers, her right elbow and her kneecap
are buried in a graveyard in London. Mum and Dad had a big argument when the
police found ten bits of her body. Mum wanted a grave she could visit. Dad
wanted a cremation so he could sprinkle the ashes in the sea. That’s what
Jasmine told me, anyway. She remembers more than I do.” Jamie’s sister Jasmine
is five years older than he is, and more notably, she was Rose’s twin. There is
a striking moment at the beginning of the novel when Jasmine shows up with her
hair dyed pink and cut off and wearing a brand new style of wardrobe. Her
parents are devastated because she no longer gives off the impression of how
Rose could have looked were she still alive.
Jamie keeps the story rooted in the real and the now, and
even though he is dealing with the aftereffects of Rose’s horrific death and
his father’s rampant racism, there are many everyday, touching, and humorous
moments that keep this book launched heavily towards a middle school or young
adult reader.
When the story begins, Jamie and Jasmine are relocating from
London to Ambleside with their father. Jamie describes Ambleside as completely
opposite to London: “It’s so different here. There are massive mountains that
are tall enough to poke God up the bum, hundreds of trees, and it’s quiet.” Their
mother has just left them for Nigel, the man that she met at her support group.
Their father relies heavily on drinking and lying around the house all day, and
so Jas has taken over taking care of Jamie, even though she’s still a teenager
herself.
Rose haunts the lives of her family in every way. There are
boxes moved to the basement of the house in Ambleside marked “Sacred,” all of
them full of Rose’s clothes, her life arrested at the age of ten. The urn sits
on the mantelpiece. Jas constantly feels the absence of her twin. Jamie, who
was only five when Rosie was killed, has a different response to grief and
recovery. He can’t remember her, hardly anything at all. He says,
One day for homework I had to
describe someone special and I spent fifteen minutes writing a whole page on my
favorite soccer player. Mum made me rip it up and write about Rose instead. I
had nothing to say so Mum sat opposite me with her face all red and wet and
told me exactly what to write. She smiled this teary smile and said When you were born, Rose pointed at your
willy and asked if it was a worm and I said I’m not putting that in my English paper. Mum’s smile disappeared.
Tears dripped off her nose onto her chin and that made me feel bad so I wrote
it down. A few days later, the teacher read my homework out loud in class and I
got a gold star from her and teased by everyone else. Maggot Dick, they called me.
The dialogue is related through italics that slip right into
the descriptive text, the two running together in a semi-stream-of-conscious
style. It is a leisurely but deliberate read about one family’s coming to terms
with the loss of Rose, and how it takes more than years to come to terms with
grief.
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