3.5 rounded down.

This book was not what I expected although if I am honest I am not entirely sure what I had anticipated. I felt there were some hugely emotive elements throughout the book and that it was a great reflection on the devastating impact of WW1 and on who gets to be remembered. However, the last third of the book fell a little flat for me and is what has resulted in the lower score. I did enjoy the romance element but did feel it could have been developed a bit deeper.

This is a very powerful novel anout the recovery period of the first world war. It's amazing how much these two people go through to move on with their lives.

literary, interesting, gorgeous historical literary work about the effects of the wars. the vibes were great. 4 stars. tysm for the arc.

I really loved this book, the vibe and story touched my heart so much. I will read it again someday.

Thank you to NetGalley and the publisher for an e-arc in exchange for an honest review.

Thank you NetGalley for the ARC provided in exchange for a honest review.

This book was bittersweet and very well researched, I loved the setting and the rawness of the characters, I am truly impressed.

This book approaches war in a calm and introverted way. The horror is presented in a shocking but reflective way. The love between the protagonists is portrayed in a melancholic setting.

Thank you to NetGalley and the publisher for an arc in exchange for an honest review.

Renee Belliveau’s “A Sense of Things Beyond,” with its particular take on that ghastliest of charnel houses, the first World War I, ineluctably makes its way toward a shocking revelation which, while not the surprise for me that it might be for other readers – the novel’s all-along caginess about it gave the game away for me – nevertheless puts a final devastatingly personal stamp on the war’s horrors – horrors reminiscent for me, with the trauma they make for the medical professionals attending to them, of a superb British TV series of a few years back, “The Crimson Field.”
Any number of times as I made my way through Belliveau’s novel’s I was put in mind of the series, which depicted several young British women assuming posts at a field hospital in France, with the one appreciable difference from the TV series being that in Belliveau’s novel the nurse protagonist, Rose Avery, is Canadian.
The litany of wounds she sees, though, the “mud, the blood, the boys crying for their mother, the blasted jaws,” could as well have come out of the series or, for that matter, any of the numerous movies or books about the war, with the horror of the casualties made the worse for their sheer staggering numbers.
Were such numbers even possible, Rose wonders about the “hundred and seventy, two hundred and twenty, three hundred and ten, five hundred, a thousand” cases they were seeing in less than a week,” with their assaults on every imaginable part of the human body: “three arms, two feet blown off; one spinal case, paralyzed; twenty pieces of shrapnel lodged in a single lacerated chest; two fractured knees, one pelvis broken clean through; four indiscernible faces, skin and cartilage turned to bloody pulps of tissue. All these injuries, and only nine men.”
Horrible, of course, all of them, and each with its own dreadful story, but particularly awful for Rose (and the reader) is one patient's account of how, with his foot shattered and assisting a comrade who’d been blinded, together they made a whole person who was able to make it away from where they'd been injured, only to have a shell explode near them, “and (the patient) reached for the other and shook his shoulders until he realized that his head was missing from his body.”
And, of course, worst of all, there was the gas: the “pale green colour” of it “approaching, quickly drifting on the wind. The sweet odour of pineapple and pepper reaching them before they could move. The horror it carried.… (how) they struggled to wake the men around them as they tried to retreat. Many never woke again.”
More than just experiencing the trenches through her patient’s accounts, though, Rose comes to an intimate personal knowledge of them when she is transferred to a clearing center just miles from the front, where “sodden earth sank under (her) feet as (she) hurried from one man to the next … . They did not even look like men, but pieces of men. Masses of limbs bundled in cloth painted deep red and rich brown. Bodies twisted and bent, skin of a petrified hue. War had broken them.”
As it will come to do for her, afflicting her with a case of trench fever that confines her to her bed with a raw throat, blinding headache and wet cough.
Not so horrific as Rose’s experiences but awful enough in their own right are those endured by the novel’s male principal, Frederick, a fellow Canadian who enrolls at a German university and is happy enough there, but with the advent of war he’s rounded up along with fellow expatriates and he can scarcely believe how differently he’s now regarded by Germans from whom he’d hitherto enjoyed congeniality, how “the same people who had not so long ago met his gaze with a smile, who had kindly retrieved his dropped scarf or borrowed his newspaper, now looked at him as though he were something vile, less than human. How swiftly the veneer of civility had crumbled.” (Among the degradations he and his fellows are subjected to as they’re herded along: a boy darting from the crowd, directly into his path, and eyes burning with venom and hands balled into fists, spitting “Englische Schweinehund!”)
Nowhere near so dreadful as the trenches, though, are the living accommodations accorded to him and his fellows by their captors. Still, foul enough they are that Frederick refrains from getting too specific about their details in letters home: “He did not mention the rats that scurried through the barracks while he tried to sleep, nor the worms he had found in his soup the previous day. He did not mention the itch on his scalp or the rash on his hands. He did not mention the furry feeling of his teeth or the lice he had found in his pubic hair when he had been marched to the public showers for his biweekly wash.”
Foul enough, too, are his circumstances that he contracts the other scourge of the war, the so-called Spanish flu, which with its lethality along with that of the fighting put me in mind of another recent novel in which the flu also figured prominently along with the war, Howard Norman’s “Come to the Window” (almost as horrific as war, Rose thinks as she tends to the flu after the war).
Of course Rose and Frederick will come together in a romance which to my mind ended on just the right poignant note at the end of the actual body of the novel – reminiscent it was for me of “A Farewell to Arms” – but which the novel backed off from in an epilogue which to my mind seemed superfluous or even flirted with blunting the overall realistic thrust of the novel. But that could just be my jaded disinclination toward happy endings, just as it might have been my lifelong congenital difficulty with keeping characters straight in novels that made it hard for me at the beginning to get down the relationships in Belliveau’s book.
Nevertheless, her novel is a compelling depiction of a vehemently xenophobic period discomfortingly like our own, when an uncaring administration is packing off undocumented immigrants to detention camps in their way even worse than Frederick’s (no alligators, anyway, waiting to devour the book’s escapees) and making especially timely Frederick’s sentiment deploring the “patent absurdity” of hating “people because they live round the corner and speak a different vernacular.”

A great story of a man and woman during WWI. When each goes back to their homes, life is no longer the same. Well written, rich characters.

Thank you to NetGalley and Nimbus Publishing for a free ARC copy in exchange for my honest opinion. I loved the plot of this book and felt the author did a wonderful job diving deep into the past and exploring pieces of history I was unfamiliar with. I knew women had been unfairly treated and dismissed as "not really serving" despite providing medical care in wars, but I didn't know the depth of it and I was also unfamiliar with the internment camps Germany used for civilians in WW1. The information that can be found online is fairly sparse and doesn't go into the detail the author does. I learned a lot.

Unfortunately I am impatient and found the pace in the beginning slow, Rose's treatment of Anna disappointing, and I was too impatient to wait until nearly the end to find out what happened to Leo, which is why I didn't enjoy the book very much. These are all signs that my review of the book are a "me" problem, not due to anything wrong with the book, and I think someone who likes historical fiction and is more patient than I am will enjoy it greatly.

Quietly devastating and beautifully told. A Sense of Things Beyond explores the lingering wounds of war, memory, and identity with tenderness and depth. A powerful portrait of love, loss, and remembrance.

I received an advance review copy for free, and I am leaving this review voluntarily. What a beautiful story. I loved the jump between past and present. The way the 2 main characters had their lives intertwine was lovely. Every scene was described in detail to where I almost saw it playing out like a movie in front of me. This is an appropriate book for the state of the world right now and a reminder of the struggles of war and what comes after.