It takes skill to make a book feel effortless.
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book → take → skill
But when do a novel’s pleasures begin to feel like a failure of imagination?
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pleasures → begin → imagination
I’ve been thinking about this question all year, as some of the most beloved names in fiction have released novels of lavish and luxurious comfort.
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some → think → comfort
There was Ann Patchett’s Whistler, so wilfully pleasant – so stuffed with little joys – it felt like a high-end gift basket.
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it → be → basket
And then Maggie O’Farrell’s Land, which promised something wild and strange but then gave us the familiar consolations of a family saga.
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which → promise → saga
And now there’s Pip Williams’ The German Ward, the story of an English nurse and a German doctor who serve together in a field hospital in Etaples, a few miles behind the Western Front.
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who → ’ → Front
It is exactly the book you expect it to be.
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it → expect → ?
I’m tempted to leave it there and let readers bring their own appetites to the novel.
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readers → tempt → novel
The more I explain, the more my own unmet hungers gnash and gnaw.
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hungers → explain → ?
My hunger for risk, for mess – for the kind of moral ugliness that shakes my certainties loose.
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that → shake → certainties
Like so much contemporary WWI fiction, The German Ward is terribly beautiful, even as it tries to be honest.
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it → try → fiction
When it comes to the Western Front, there’s a stubborn smear of Vaseline across our cultural lens.
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it → come → lens
We look at the carnage and keep spotting love stories.
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We → look → stories
Some readers will find this reassuring; humane, even: a reminder that gentleness has its place in ungentle times.
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gentleness → find → times
Others will bristle at yet another romance plucked from the fetid mud.
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Others → bristle → mud
In a way, that’s Williams’s point: the tension between what we choose to see and what’s there.
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what → ’ → what
How our perspective shifts and warps depending on where we stand, what uniform we’re wearing and who we love.
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we → shift → who
To make the point, she gives us double vision: two women looking at the same story from opposite ends of a century.
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she → make → century
In 1937, an unexpected letter prompts Tilda Taylor to open a box of relics she has kept in the attic for 20 years, among them her wartime diary.
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she → prompt → diary
It begins in August 1915, with her assignment to the titular German ward, where wounded enemy soldiers were sent to recover before being transferred to prison camps.
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soldiers → begin → camps
“We had tried to kill them but they didn’t die,” Tilda’s diary reads, “so now we try to save them.
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we → try → them
In 2025 art historian Eva LaMotte is in the archival quiet of the Australian War Memorial, studying the work of Iso Rae, an Australian artist who was based in Etaples during the war but denied a formal commission.
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who → study → commission
Rae’s work carries a quiet defiance: “Someone had said no to Iso – the war is not yours to paint; it is not your story to tell – but Iso had done it anyway.”
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Iso → carry → it
What did she see, Eva wonders, that the men did not?
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men → see → What
Only a handful of Rae’s sketches survive but some of the most tender feature the same unnamed nurse.
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some → survive → nurse
Eva senses a story hiding in these intimate lines.
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Eva → sense → lines
As she imagines that story, Tilda remembers it.
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Tilda → imagine → it
(Williams has conjured the tale from a real-life encounter in Rae’s archives.)
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Williams → conjure → archives
And so we have a novel where everyone is looking at someone who is looking at someone else.
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who → have → someone
The war churns on and on, breaking bodies.
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war → churn → bodies
And we watch them all, watching – bearing witness, bearing suffering.
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we → watch → suffering
But Williams knows precisely what she is doing.
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she → know → what
We can feel it: the precision, the control.
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We → feel → precision
The past and the present moving towards one another like two lovers reuniting.
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lovers → move → one
It’s all so carefully inevitable.
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It → ’ → ?
The German doctor, Hugo Henning, is taciturn and proper: “a nut to crack”.
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doctor → crack → ?
We know the archetypes; we know the script.
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we → know → script
“We kissed like we knew how it might end,” Tilda tells us, and we believe her.
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we → kiss → her
We already know how it will end.
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it → know → ?
Readers might remember Tilda from The Bookbinder of Jericho, Williams’ last novel.
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Readers → remember → Jericho
…and 12 more, not listed.
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