by J. M Coetzee

It’s taken me a while to write a review for this novel. How do I write an objective review about a story I so significantly identify? The Pole is a love story but not a love story. It is a story about friendship, but not much of a friendship. In this novel, Coetzee does what Coetzee does best, with razor-sharp precision; he concisely writes what we all have felt and, in this case, what a middle-aged woman feels when she meets someone who tells her: “She gives him peace. She gives him joy”. (pg. 32)

Beatriz is nearing 50 and is a mother and a wife. She is content in life, “an intelligent person but not reflective [however] a portion of her intelligence consists of an awareness that excess reflection can paralyze the will.” (pg 4).
Witold Walczykiezicz is a 70-year-old Polish pianist known for interpreting Chopin’s works. When he arrives in Barcelona to perform, he meets Beatriz, a socialite who seems forced to be a hostess during his visit. Witold immediately falls in love with Beatriz, claiming that she is Beatrice to his Dante.
But Beatriz is anything but attracted to Witold. In fact, she has “emerged from her explorations with no great respect for men and their appetites, no wish to have a wave of male passion splash over her” (pg 27).
But something about Witold compels Beatriz to join this strange musician’s world, but will it be as a friend or a lover?

This novel, with its unique structure that resembles a narrative poem, is a captivating read. I was initially provided a free digital copy from Netgally and the publisher, but I was so enthralled that I ended up purchasing a hard copy. I am certain to revisit it, or at least reread portions of it, in the future.

While the main characters of this novel may be middle-aged and elderly, their experiences and responses are deeply human, making them relatable to readers of all ages. The beauty of the prose and the depth of the sentences serve as expert examples of author craft, inviting readers to delve into the intricacies of the narrative.