John De-Falbe

The boy who saw too much and too little

Already a bestseller in the many countries where it has been published, I’m Not Scared was described to me as a modern version of The Go-Between. After struggling through the wooden introduction to a group of children cycling up a hill somewhere in the south of Italy, I was steeling myself for one of those second-rate bits of whimsy like Silk or Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress which unaccountably become international bestsellers. But the secret soon discovered by Michele, the child-narrator, is not just emotionally confusing like the illicit love affair to which the boy is made accessory in L. P. Hartley’s novel, but a very real horror. The dust- jacket is coy about it, but it’s not giving much away to reveal that Michele stumbles across a kidnap victim, a boy of his own age who is being held to ransom in foul conditions by a group including Michele’s father, with the silent collusion of his mother.

It is, to say the least, a very compelling dramatic situation. Michele is both repelled and intrigued. He does not understand who the boy is or why he is there, and his parents are too fraught to respond when he tries to ask. Only when he happens to see an appeal by the boy’s mother on television does the truth begin to dawn, but even so he has no grasp of the boy’s pain, of the kidnappers’ violence, or indeed of the criminal nature of the situation. There is a powerful tension between Michele’s knowledge and his inability, both mental and physical, to respond to the situation as the reader wants him to. It is unputdownable. But for it to be more than that – for it to be a good novel rather than an emotional flutter – it needs to draw out the psychological and moral tensions inherent in the plot.

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