One of my top 5 favorite books of 2012 comes out today in paperback. I reviewed it last July, but I feel it’s certainly worth a second look. I hope you do, too.
The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry by Rachel Joyce (Random House; 336 pages; $25).
Can a novel restore our faith in man? Although The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry by Rachel Joyce is fiction, it can teach us a lot about life. Harold’s inspirational journey changes his life and those closest to him. Harold is no superhero; rather, he is an ordinary man who does an extraordinary thing. We can all learn a lot from him.
Harold Fry is 65 and retired six months ago. He spends most of his time sitting in his chair. Estranged from his son, Harold has spent a lifetime not questioning and instead being meek and mild. In other words, Harold is the proper Englishman; he does not believe in rocking the boat. He and his wife, Maureen, sleep in separate rooms. Over the years their relationship has deteriorated.
For years, “they had been in a place where language had no significance. She only had to look at him and she was wrenched to the past. Small words were exchanged and they were safe. They hovered over the surface of what could never be said, because that was unfathomable and would never be bridged.”
Then, Harold receives a letter from Queenie Hennessy, an old co-worker from twenty years ago. “It’s—cancer,” Harold tells Maureen. “Queenie,” he explains, “is writing to say goodbye.”
The news overcomes him. Harold writes her a note, but it just seems so darn inadequate. After a life of inaction, Harold is desperate to do something. What begins as a quick jaunt to mail Queenie’s letter spirals into an unlikely journey of 87 days and 627 miles from Harold’s home in Kingsbridge to Queenie’s hospice in Berwick-upon-Tweed.
Harold’s mindset is simple, really. He believes that as long as he keeps walking, Queenie “must live.” Harold calls the hospice and begs one of the nuns to give Queenie a message: “Tell her Harold Fry is on his way. All she has to do is wait. Because I am going to save her, you see. I will keep walking and she must keep living.”
You may laugh at Harold at first. I know I did. He sets off with just the clothes on his back and he even wears a tie. No fancy walking shoes for Harold. He just wears his trusted old boating shoes. He has no water bottles or Powerade, no nutrition bars, and no cell phone. He does not even have that much money. I did not expect Harold to get very far with no supplies and little money. I actually kept waiting for someone to murder him.
But, over time, I came to believe in Harold, too. His journey is difficult, though, as all quests must be. Maureen fails to understand why Harold is undertaking this pilgrimage and thinks her husband had an affair with Queenie all those years ago.
Joyce throws many obstacles in Harold’s path. Sometimes it seems as if he will never complete his cross-country trek. His body fails him; his spirit plummets. Harold endures awful English weather and a great deal of ridicule.
When he tells people his story, many help him on his quest. Some provide plasters and tape for his feet; some give him food. Others give him a bed to sleep on. A few just listen. Many encourage him to keep going. Harold tells them about Queenie, and they, in turn, tell Harold their own stories—uplifting anecdotes of sick loved ones or even accounts of their own struggles in life. Harold internalizes their chronicles; they actually become a part of him. Funnily enough, Harold, in a nod to Forrest Gump and even Jesus, attracts disciples. His groupies only end up distracting Harold, though, from his goal. But only temporarily.
The roadblocks Harold must navigate his way through mirror the obstacles we all must overcome in life. Like Harold, we must persevere, even when our goals seem impossible. Harold tells us, “I admit it is an awfully long way to Berwick. I admit I am wearing the wrong clothes. And I also admit I have not the training, or the physique, for my walk.” Harold never gives up, though: “Even when a big part of me is saying I should give up, I can’t. Even when I don’t want to keep going, I still do it.” He may falter, he may fall down, but he gets back up again.
Harold keeps his eye on the prize: getting to Queenie. For Harold, his journey is transformative. Harold is “beginning again.” He learns “it was the smallness of people that filled him with wonder and tenderness.” The world, he realizes, is “made up of people putting one foot in front of the other.” One of the most profound of Harold’s revelations is this: “everyone was the same, and also unique; and that this was the dilemma of being human.” The Harold at the end of this story is not the same Harold we met in the beginning.
Joyce produces a life-affirming story. The novel is a tribute to her dad, who died of cancer. This book has Joyce’s “heart in it,” and it shows.
In these uncertain times, we’re lucky to have Harold, an “Everyman” archetype, whose improbable journey fills us with hope and renews our faith in the human spirit. Harold and those he meets show there is still goodness in people, even when it seems the world is crazy. Harold goes on a 21st century pilgrimage and he takes us with him. You will root for this unlikely hero, and you will take a part of him with you. I guarantee it.