King of the Jungle is the first part in KS Silkwood’s satirical trilogy regarding the British art scene, and Online Books Editor Rory Morgan takes a quizzical look at how effective the novel is in critiquing London’s art world…
The first in the trilogy, Silkwood’s novel follows a mid thirties park keeper in voluntary exile from the art world. From a first hand account we are given an insight into both the humdrum nature of a repetitive job and the vantage point of keeping on the fringes of the London art scene.
This narrative voice of a bitter but gifted man can at times be overtly direct to the reader, and unfortunately this feature can at times be slightly irritating in the first two parts of the novel. At times it feels as if you are reading the diary of a grumpy teenager rather than the thoughts of man in his thirties. Considering these moments, it could be said that Silkwood slightly overdoes it at times in trying to convey the immaturity of his protagonist. In the third part however, the narrative becomes fascinating as Silkwood slowly discloses the downward spiral of alcoholism of the park keeper. It is a shame that the same skill does not seem to resonate throughout the entirety of the novel.
Much of the novel’s plot focus also centres on the day-to-day occurrences of working in a public park. Although this does allow many entertaining characters in the form of the various drunk tramps and colleagues that occupy the park, at times this focus feels slightly unbalanced and I often found myself wanting more of the scenes involving the art world. These scenes are cleverly interjected with the humorous life in the park, but a few more of them would have been a welcomed addition.
It is perhaps this lack of focus that leads to the slightly melodramatic and predictable ending. As so little focus is given to the art world and those in it, small occurrences stick out like a sore thumb and remove the presumably intended shock value ending. The lack of time devoted to supporting characters, most notably Andrei, further makes the ending of the novel slightly inconceivable and over the top.
Silkwood does however have a true saving grace in his pacing of the novel. The slow reveal of the protagonists doomed love and the fact he becomes just like one of the drunks he ridicules does make this novel worth reading. It is shame however, that the first two thirds of the book do not entirely display more than just superficial wit.
Rory Morgan, Online Books Editor

