Night Watch: A Novel
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Last update: 01-02-2025
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PULITZER PRIZE WINNER LONGLISTED FOR THE NATIONAL BOOK AWARD IN FICTION A NEW YORKER BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR From one of our most accomplished novelists, a mesmerizing story about a mother and daughter seeking refuge in the chaotic aftermath of the Civil War—and a brilliant portrait of family endurance against all odds
"A tour de force."—Tayari Jones, author of An American Marriage
In 1874, in the wake of the War, erasure, trauma, and namelessness haunt civilians and veterans, renegades and wanderers, freedmen and runaways. Twelve-year-old ConaLee, the adult in her family for as long as she can remember, finds herself on a buckboard journey with her mother, Eliza, who hasn’t spoken in more than a year. They arrive at the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum in West Virginia, delivered to the hospital’s entrance by a war veteran who has forced himself into their world. There, far from family, a beloved neighbor, and the mountain home they knew, they try to reclaim their lives.
The omnipresent vagaries of war and race rise to the surface as we learn their story: their flight to the highest mountain ridges of western Virginia; the disappearance of ConaLee’s father, who left for the War and never returned. Meanwhile, in the asylum, they begin to find a new path. ConaLee pretends to be her mother’s maid; Eliza responds slowly to treatment. They get swept up in the life of the facility—the mysterious man they call the Night Watch; the orphan child called Weed; the fearsome woman who runs the kitchen; the remarkable doctor at the head of the institution.
Epic, enthralling, and meticulously crafted, Night Watch is a stunning chronicle of surviving war and its aftermath.
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5.0 out of 5 stars Beautiful
4.0 out of 5 stars Darkness visible
5.0 out of 5 stars Felt like lost family history…
My first relatives to touch soil in America - at pre-Ellis Island Castle Rock - were deeply impacted by the war. The Lawler family had survived “the Great Famine” (more aptly named the Great Starvation) and arrived in New York in September, 1861. Two parents and five children. The two oldest boys (still in their late teens) were conscripted upon arrival. One month to the day, the eldest, John, was killed in the 2nd Battle of Falls Church (Virginia). His younger brother Andrew survived the amputation and cauterization of one arm. Beyond that I know nothing.
I have a copy of the last letter John wrote home, and it is truly bittersweet to see one’s own traits in that of an ancestor: in my case I appear to have the same hyper-loquacity expressed in John’s 5-page+ letter (he filled the margins with his love and best wishes for several people, including one young woman they’d met on the boat over.
Ms. Phillips’ opus has lit the long-dry fuse of the keg of powder I’ve been sitting upon for years - I wrote one worthless novel to earn a Master of Fine Arts in Writing, and now I plan to begin the digging, and the writing, to bring my family’s experience of this abominable war to some sort of fruition or closure…
3.0 out of 5 stars Author Goes a Little Overboard with the Gauzy, Ethereal Prose
This is a story set in multiple time lines surrounding the American Civil War. It essentially follows an extended family from its roots at a South Carolina plantation, to the upper ridges of the Appalachian Mountains of West Virginia. It is a compelling story, and contains some outstanding scenes, well presented.
It also contains many pages of ethereal, gauzy prose, of the kind much celebrated by Pulitzer Prize judges; a little too much for my taste. It also contains several coincidences so unlikely as to appear absurd and detract from the story.
It is somewhat reminiscent of Cold Mountain, in setting and even plot element, but in my opinion, Charles Frazier does it far better.
5.0 out of 5 stars An excellent story
4.0 out of 5 stars Art Expands Understanding of Crucial History
Phillips creates a specific reality for each of her characters and mixes their historical situations effectively. Husbands conscripted for war are lost to fighting. Families are sundered, in spirit or in fact. Without a male protector in isolated precincts, rape is a real fear, and vulnerability to theft a fact of life. Children are exploited and abused or rejected by mothers as spoiled by forceful parentage. Night Watch uncovers a world where women, codified by law as second-class citizens, must depend on men who shirk their duties and responsibilities. Laws promulgated to address injustice toward women and to protect their rights as citizens would come later. In 1874, the year of post-Civil War reconstruction used by Phillips, the Women’s Christian Temperance Union (WCTU) was founded, and the political drive to outlaw alcohol commenced. In 1919 prohibition was ratified as the18th constitutional amendment in response to alcohol abuse disrupting domestic culture.
Night Watch has a well-researched background for a fundamentally serious story on a serious topic set in America’s most serious history, the Civil War, and its aftermath. One fault of the narrative is an almost total lack of humor. Another is that the resolution suffers slightly but manifestly from contrivance. Against other virtues, this might be quibbling. In 1874 a woman at the edge of sanity is taken to a lunatic asylum because of horrifying circumstances and abuse. This is brilliantly and believably portrayed. Daughter ConaLee accompanies her mother, in a subterfuge that allows acceptance into the asylum, Eliza, now neurotically speechless and under the name of Miss Janet, finds sanctuary and safety. And more satisfying discoveries will eventually unfold.
There is a buried intensity in how Jayne Anne Phillips writes. The Pulitzer Prize is focused on talent. Her sentences are sharp, paired; her scenes are vivid. Behind an obvious effort of research and story is a determination to serve art and life. This artistic fortitude makes the foundation for her entire novel.
Though Phillips’s evocation of men as cowardly and morally evasive can weary as too unidirectional, her emphasis is historically accurate. She has a point. And she is writing history, not re-writing it. Using fiction as art’s way of expanding dimension and perspective, she speaks to what has become the clichéd, ignored, or even abandoned plight of women in our society. Her representation of what happened to her fictional characters in a carefully reconstructed account of a particular time resonates truth. The frangible nature of chance and fate for women during a war that took from them their men and boys is the undergirding theme of Night Watch. Jayne Anne Phillips has written her best novel so far, and it will stand.
--Tom Casey