Madeleine Feeny

An authentic portrait of gay love in small-town Britain: The Whale Tattoo reviewed

Rusty trawlers, tidal rot and heavy Norfolk skies are the backdrop for this story of growing up an outsider

Bleak times: coastal Norfolk is the backdrop to Ransom’s debut novel. [Rick Bowden/Loop Images/Universal Images Group/Getty] 
issue 16 July 2022

In Jon Ransom’s debut novel, water seeps into the crevices between waking and dreaming, flooding the narrator Joe’s consciousness. Set in the liminal landscape of Norfolk’s tidal wetlands, it’s an urgent, roiling tale of gay love, suppressed traumas and lives cut short. A working-class writer with no formal education, Norfolk-raised Ransom wrote the first draft on his phone on a bus. Muswell Press has launched it to considerable acclaim, including an appearance at Damian Barr’s Literary Salon.

After a whale washed up on a beach tells Joe Gunner that death will stalk him wherever he goes, he leaves home. But two years later he returns, to a town haunted by ghosts, some living, some dead. He rekindles his relationship with the magnetic local fisherman Tim Fysh (‘one night gone, and already he’s busted beneath my skin’), converses with his drowned sister Birdee and collects his ailing father from hospital.

As memories assault Joe, the narrative flits between past and present, revealing flashes of his childhood – the adrift mother, the homophobic paternal bullying. So absorbing is piecing together Joe’s past, you don’t see the twists coming, delivered with an understatement that gives you whiplash.

Snatched sexual encounters and coastal Norfolk – rusty trawlers, tidal rot, ‘heavy’ skies – are sharply summoned in visceral, immediate prose. The river courses hungrily through the novel, a menacing brown tongue that ‘licks the mudflats like a thirsty animal’. It speaks to Joe, torturing him with doubts. This rural backwater is no idyll but an increasingly brooding reflection of Joe’s troubled mind. As the story unfolds, secrets emerge, although they can’t always be trusted: ‘Truth hides like rain on the river.’

It feels like an authentic portrait of the gay experience in small-town Britain.

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