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In The Kitchen
Gabriel Lightfoot is executive chef at the once-grand Imperial Hotel in London’s Piccadilly. He is a 42-year-old with plans: open a classic French restaurant, marry Charlie, his red-headed, jazz-singer girlfriend, and spend more time with his family in Lancashire. But his life begins to fall apart after the accidental death of Yuri, a kitchen porter and illegal immigrant. The subsequent chain of events slowly exposes the fragility of Gabe’s plans, his relationships and his whole identity. Plagued by nightmares and desperate for sleep, his search for any meaning in Yuri’s death produces one of the best lines in the book, from the Russian commis chef, Nikolai: "The significance of Yuri’s death is that it is so insignificant. That is why it is so troubling. That is why you dream."
The setting of the book is undeniably fascinating: the hidden world of Britain’s illegal immigrants, who come and go without most people ever noticing that they exist. But this novel is a missed opportunity. It is full of ideas that are not sustained by its characters, which makes it dense and frustrating in parts. The pace is unhurried and the story somewhat slight, neither of which would be a problem if you felt connected with the characters. But you don’t. Some are inadequately developed, while others are unconvincing clich`E9s. Just as Benny, a former soldier from Liberia, begins to draw you in, you find there are no more opportunities to understand him better. All the while, Gabe’s father is dying of cancer. Having escaped his dreary mill-town in search of Michelin stars, Gabe returns home for the first time in years and is forced to reconsider his version of childhood events. Some of Ali’s most convincing dialogue is between Gabe and his sister, Jenny, as she shatters his memories of their mother as a fun-loving, spirited housewife whom his father oppressed. In truth, she had suffered from devastating bouts of depression and mania — something Gabe had never known. There are moments of absorbing insight into Gabe’s character, but not enough to sustain 400 pages. The last 100, in which Gabe’s descent into madness speeds up, almost rescue the story. But this welcome change of pace comes too late; by this point, you still don’t know Gabe well enough to care. Less believable still is his swift recovery: to have him go from full-blown manic to reflective grown-up in a matter of days somewhat undermines the truth of his experiences. What made Ali’s Brick Lane so engaging was the strength of the characters. None of the characters here get under the skin. This is a bold novel from an intelligent writer who is determined to explore difficult relationships and uncomfortable conditions in 21st century Britain. Unfortunately, important issues aren’t enough. — By arrangement with The Independent
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This gets to the heart
of the story Ali is trying to tell: that without families and friends
with whom we share a history, relationships can become so ephemeral
that it doesn’t seem to matter whether a person lives or dies. Gabe
presides over a multinational workforce of waiters, chefs and porters,
but the hotel doesn’t care about the former doctors and child
soldiers it employs: every immigrant has a story which is irrelevant
in the kitchen and Yuri’s death is nothing more than a messy
inconvenience.