Reservoir 13, by Jon McGregor

The missing girl’s name was Rebecca, or Becky, or Bex.


I’m growing more and more interested in the idea of reading protocols: roughly speaking, ways that we are primed to read and interpret a book given its genre, or its front cover design, or the name of its author. Jon McGregor’s name was familiar to me when I picked this up, but I’d never read any of his work before, so I had no real expectations. The front cover design gives little away. All you have to go on is the opening pages: a community-wide hunt for a thirteen-year-old girl who goes missing on the moors above an unnamed Peak District village, not far from Manchester. The reading protocols that most of us, I would guess, have developed by now prime us to expect that Reservoir 13 will focus on this disappearance: maybe it will flash back to the week before the girl vanishes, bring us forward in time; maybe it will take us into the police investigation, into the heads of the detectives trying to find her. Maybe we’ll learn what horrible thing happened to her, and why.

We don’t. That’s one thing worth knowing before you crack the spine of Reservoir 13: you never find out what happens. It’s a book that doesn’t so much challenge your expectations as ignore them. There is no point even in guessing what happened to the missing girl: we’re told, many times, that it could have been anything; an accident; something deliberately planned by her parents; a running away, a walk to the nearby motorway and a jump into a friendly-looking car and later a burial somewhere miles away, or maybe just the start of a new life. Although, over the years, two clues emerge from the surrounding landscape, they remain inconclusive. One of them isn’t even recognised as a clue and is discarded by the character who finds it, though we as readers are braced for it to be a breakthrough in the case.

Instead, the focus of the book is on the life of the village where the girl disappears. She and her parents are holiday-makers, passersby; the village, by contrast, is full of people who have lived there for years, people who farm and trade there and are making a life. The time period is never specified, but from context about what’s on the news, it’s probably the early 2000s. McGregor structures his book in thirteen chapters, each representing another year after the disappearance.

We are not permitted even the illusion of a single focal point. Unlike The Virgin Suicides, another novel set within and defined by a particular community, Reservoir 13 is not narrated by a “we”, and there is no main character. Instead the book’s voice is omnipotent and omnipresent, a godlike third-person narration that gives the impression of a village whose identity is a bit like that of Trigger’s broom: its composition is ever shifting, its inhabitants dying or moving or being born, but through some ineffable alchemy it remains recognisably the same place.

The other technique that contributes to this effect is McGregor’s use of the natural world, and the events of the farming year, as touchstones. Lambing, for instance, occurs every year and in every chapter. In the opening pages of the book, we are told that Jackson’s boys are seeing to it under the supervision of their aging father. By the end of the book, Jackson is confined to his bed after a stroke; it’s out of the question for him to play any sort of active role in the day-to-day workings of the farm, let alone the major events of the year. McGregor is quite willing to let his characters age and weaken—or age and mature, as in the case of Susanna Wright, who enters the village as an object of some suspicion, a yoga-practicing divorcée, and becomes embedded in the life of the community.

That is a particular beauty of Reservoir 13: all human life is here, and not in the Midsomer Murders sort of way that sees incest behind every rose bush. Instead McGregor introduces stories and characters that initially seem typically “English” (for which read: white, well-to-do, nuclear families) and gradually causes us to recognise that they’re more complicated. In one of the early chapters, Austin Cooper, the editor of the local paper, is complimented in the village shop on his wife Su’s pregnancy. Oh, okay, we think; young couple, probably yuppies or refugees from urban life, playing at journalism and housewifery. It’s only gradually that we learn that Su’s name is Su Lin; that her parents are Anglo-Chinese; that she works for the BBC; that Austin is sixty, and that for him marriage and fatherhood have long seemed unattainable joys. Likewise, Sally and Brian Fletcher appear to represent a classically dull village marriage: Brian is a permanent fixture on the parish council, Sally does volunteer-type things at the church and tracks butterflies in the nearby nature reserve. It’s with something of a shock that we learn they met online.

The obvious question, of course, is why tell this story, and why tell it this way? The missing girl vanishes on page one and as far as narrative closure goes, that’s pretty much it. Her parents hang around the village for several years, returning every so often, to be seen as objects of pity and bafflement. But we never get even the tiniest inkling of what happened to her—the police seem to have none—and though McGregor invokes her as surely and regularly as he does the New Year’s fireworks and the springtime well-dressing ceremony, with the quotation used at the top of this post, there is never much in the way of elaboration. Reservoir 13 is not about Rebecca Shaw’s disappearance.

But it could not be the book that it is without her. Everyone in this village carries a burden, even—especially—those who seem the most secure. Bossy matriarch Irene is becoming increasingly physically threatened by her developmentally disabled son Andew; Jones the school caretaker, convicted of possessing child pornography (charges he denies), is a full-time carer for his sister. Susanna Wright’s ex-husband is dangerous. Young James kissed Becky Shaw the day she disappeared. Wherever there is a community, there are people living in the shadows of their own secrets, in the light of the inexplicable secrets of their neighbours. Jon McGregor’s genius, in Reservoir 13, is to tell stories about the people who continue to live in such a place, the people who have to continue existing on land that holds great suffering and great sorrow and great mystery. The fact that Rebecca Shaw disappears there only serves as the most extreme example of that mystery. That place is our neighbourhood, and everywhere; the people are us, and everyone.

Reservoir 13 was published in the UK on 1 April 2017 by 4th Estate.


20 thoughts on “Reservoir 13, by Jon McGregor

  1. I’ve read three of McGregor’s previous books and am really looking forward to this. I think it’s publishing in the U.S. in November. The books of his that I’ve read are all different from each other and not quite like anything else, and it sounds like this is similarly unusual.

    If you want more McGregor, my favorite is his short story collection: This isn’t the sort of thing that happens to someone like you. It’s one of my favorite collections. His style is perfect for short stories, and he does some truly ingenious things with the form.

    1. So I’m usually an avoider of short stories, but I would read anything he read at this point. Excellent recommendation.

  2. I’ve only ever read one of his books – If Nobody Speaks Of Remarkable Things – which I probably found more interesting than enjoyable. Guess that’s why never read any other McGregor books but like the sound of this

      1. I finished this book the other night and cannot stop thinking about it. What an amazing novel. So, I went online to find answers and saw your note above: Although, over the years, two clues emerge from the surrounding landscape, they remain inconclusive. One of them isn’t even recognised as a clue and is discarded by the character who finds it, though we as readers are braced for it to be a breakthrough in the case. I remember one clue (dog coming along her clothes). What was the other? I have become a it obsessed with this story, so appreciate your help!

      2. Do you know, it’s been so long since I read Reservoir 13 that I cannot rightly remember! Clearly a good reason to reread soon.

  3. I’ve shied clear of McGregor after his first novel which I just found too studiedly langorous and beautifully written for words. Maybe I should try another…

    1. I’ve got time for studiedly languorous! But if you didn’t, you might well like this anyway—there’s a certain laid-back unsentimentality to it.

  4. I have not got around to reading any of his books but this does sound a rather fascinating approach to The Way We Live Now.

    1. Definitely. Especially if you or someone you know lives in a country village, it’s fascinating – the 21st century is there, but it looks very different.

  5. What a wonderful review! I’ve been meaning to read McGregor for years (sound familiar?) I really must get to him. I’ve only one book by him – So Many Ways To Begin – on the shelf so had better start there. But I might have forgotten him again for years if not for your encouragement. I am also fascinated by narrative expectations. I like mine being messed with, but get the impression that many readers really do not.

    1. Haha – what are blog friends for?! I think you would really like this one, though. The refusal to make the book “about” the girl’s disappearance is what elevates it, although I think as a younger reader I wouldn’t have gotten that.

  6. I think you have written a brilliant post here. You have said everything so beautifully and sorted out its ideas into utter clarity. I could not have written it better.

      1. I read most of it before it had to go back to the library; part of me was hoping for resolution about the missing girl, but of course that wasn’t the point. He wasn’t writing an American thriller. 😉

      2. The interesting thing about it is how much it makes you wonder, right up to the end, if there will ever be resolution – but in a very low-key way.

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