Resistance by Owen Sheers

I decided to read Resistance by Owen Sheers for the Reading Wales Month 2025 hosted by Karen at BookerTalk. It’s another one of my TBRs, a paperback that I bought in 2008. It was first published in 2007 by Faber and Faber (349 pages). Resistance was his first novel.

Owen Sheers was brought up in Abergavenny. The winner of an Eric Gregory Award and the 1999 Vogue Young Writer’s Award, his first collection of poetry, The Blue Book, was shortlisted for the Welsh Book of the Year.

From Owen Sheer’s website:

1944. After the fall of Russia and the failed D-Day landings, a German counter-attack lands on British soil. Within a month, half of Britain is occupied.

Sarah Lewis, a 26-year-old farmer’s wife, wakes to find her husband Tom has disappeared. She is not alone. All the other women in the isolated Welsh border valley of Olchon also wake to find their husbands gone. With this sudden and unexplained absence the women regroup as an isolated, all-female community and wait, hoping for news.

A German patrol arrives in the valley, the purpose of their mission a mystery. When a severe winter forces the two groups into co-operation, a fragile mutual dependency develops. Sarah begins a faltering acquaintance with the patrol’s commanding officer, Albrecht Wolfram. But as the pressure of the war beyond presses in on them, the valley’s delicate state of harmony is increasingly threatened, before being broken completely, with devastating consequences.

Imbued with immense imaginative breadth and confidence, Owen Sheers’ debut novel unfolds with the pace and intensity of a thriller. A hymn to the glorious landscape of the border territories and a gripping portrait of a community under siege, Resistance is a first novel of considerable grace and power.

My thoughts:

I love historical fiction, but this is different – it is alternate history. Sheers speculates upon how the course of history might have been altered if Germany had won the Second World War and invaded and occupied Great Britain, an alarming prospect. The plot centres on the inhabitants of the isolated Olchon valley in the Black Mountains of south-east Wales close to Hereford and the border between Wales and England.  It’s set in 1944–45, shortly after the failure of Operation Overlord and a successful German counter-invasion of Great Britain.  

I enjoyed it mainly for Sheers’ beautiful descriptions of the Welsh countryside, so vivid that I can easily imagine I was there, and the daily tasks of farming life, but this does make it slow reading. The main characters are Sarah, and the other women, Maggie, Mary, Menna and Bethan, living in the valley whose husbands had left, Albrecht, an English speaker and ex-Oxford scholar, who leads a German patrol ordered to establish an observation post in the valley, and George, a teenager, recruited by ‘Tommy Atkins’, a British Intelligence officer, to join the British Resistance movement observing the enemy troop movements.

This is a very visual book, and character driven with very little action until the second half of the book. After reading so much crime fiction and fast action novels I had to adapt my reading speed to appreciate this book and to fully enjoy it. It’s a book to read slowly absorbing the language and descriptions. I particularly liked the details about the Welsh poet, who told Sarah of the tales of King Arthur, Lancelot and Percival (knights of the Round Table) and about Welsh princes, Irish princesses and English armies. One of the stories was about a Welsh king and his army, beaten in the hills by Edward I. Beaten but not killed and not captured and never seen again.

Thousands of men swallowed within the muscles of the earth that formed Wales’ natural defences against her invaders. And they were still there. At this point the poet paused in his painting, placed his brush into a cloudy jar of water and leant closer to Sarah’s listening face. His voice dropped, so quiet she could barely hear him over the running of the streams. Yes, he’d whispered, still there in the hills, deep inside them, buried under the peat, heather, gorse, rowan, bog-cotton, stone and soil. Asleep. Not dead, asleep. An entire army and their king, ready to wake and defend the country in its hour of need. (pages 176 and 177)

Sarah wonders if that’s where their husbands have gone deep underground. She wanted to believe that it was so, that their husbands would be coming back to defend their country. This is a story I’ve come across before, but in England, a legend of a cavern beneath Alderley Edge in Cheshire, full of knights in armour awaiting a call to decide the fate of a great battle for England. There is no king named, but there is a wizard involved, who is referred to as Merlin in later versions of the legend.

Another part that struck a chord with me is when Albrecht took Sarah up into the hills, luring her through a crack in the rock in the cliff wall to a large cavity, where the Mappa Mundi was kept hidden from the SS. It’s a medieval map of the world – I’ve seen it in Hereford Cathedral. Scholars believe it was made around the year 1300 and shows the history, geography and destiny of humanity as it was understood in Christian Europe in the late thirteenth and early fourteenth centuries. In his Afterword Owen Sheers states that the Mapp Mundi was removed from Hereford Cathedral and eventually kept in a coal mine in Bradford-upon-Avon.

There is much more in this book that I’ve not described – the relationship between the women and the Germans, particularly that between Sarah and Albrecht, who eventually realised what they had in common, a love of music and literature. I haven’t described how the wider community reacted to the invasion, and the suspicion and fear that they all experienced. And, having said that there is very little action in this book there is plenty of detail and thoughts about war, occupation, death and above all about Wales. The ending is particularly poignant.

Owen Sheers’ Afterwood explains where he got the idea to write an alternative history. He had first heard of the plans for a British resistance organisation when he was working for a builder in the Llanthony valley and the builder told him how during the war some farmers in the area were given caches of arms which they’d hidden in underground bunkers in the hills. Should the orders come they were to leave their homes and wives and take to the Black Mountains to resist the German army. Later on, in 2001 he heard a radio interview on the Today programme with George Vater, who had, as a young man, been recruited into the Auxiliary Units Special Duties Section comprising local people trained to spy on an occupying German force. Sheers knew George Vater and visiting him, George had shown him cuttings, maps and photographs and told how he had been approached by a man calling himself ‘Tommy Atkins’ who invited to join his Special Duties Section. So, whilst this is a work of fiction it is based on fact, woven into Sheers’ story and he writes that only the valley is real.

I enjoyed it far more than I expected and I’d love to read more of Owen Sheers’ work.

WWW Wednesday: 12 March 2025

WWW Wednesday is run by Taking on a World of Words.

The Three Ws are:

What are you currently reading?
What did you recently finish reading?
What do you think you’ll read next?

Currently I am reading Resistance by Owen Sheers, The Likeness by Tana French and Bleak House by Charles Dickens. They’re all what I call ‘wordy’ books and are taking me quite a while to read.

Resistance is an alternative history novel by Welsh poet and author Owen Sheers. The plot centres on the inhabitants of the isolated Olchon valley in the Black Mountains of south-east Wales close to Hereford and the border.  It’s set in 1944–45, shortly after the failure of Operation Overlord and a successful German counterinvasion of Great Britain.  It has beautiful descriptions of the Welsh countryside and farming life. I’m enjoying it but finding it slow reading.

The Likeness by Tana French, book 2 of the Dublin Murder Squad. I enjoyed reading the first book In the Woods, in 2014 but I don’t remember the details. No matter it reads well as a standalone. Detective Cassie Maddox is shocked to find out that a murdered girl is her double. At nearly 500 pages this will take me a while to read!

Bleak House by Charles Dickens is another chunkster, over 1000 pages full of description and lots of characters, about the complex and long-drawn out lawsuit of Jarndyce v Jarndyce. I’m only on page 43. I love the beginning – London in the fog.

The last book I read was Islands of Abandonment: Life in the post-human landscape by Cal Flyn, a remarkable book, about abandoned places: ghost towns and exclusion zones, no man’s lands and fortress islands – and what happens when nature is allowed to reclaim its place.

I began reading this book in October and have been reading it slowly since then, only finishing it yesterday. It’s not a book to read quickly, but rather one to take your time to take in all the details. It’s fascinating, thoroughly researched and beautifully written.

What will I read next? As I’m currently reading the three novels shown above, which will probably take me until the end of the month and beyond I’m not planning to start any more novels. However, I like to have a nonfiction book on the go to read with my breakfast, so tomorrow I’ll start reading Wintering by Katherine May. It’s described as  ‘a poignant and comforting meditation on the fallow periods of life, times when we must retreat to care for and repair ourselves. Katherine May thoughtfully shows us how to come through these times with the wisdom of knowing that, like the seasons, our winters and summers are the ebb and flow of life.’ (Amazon UK)

A – Z of TBRs: P, Q and R

I’m now up to P, Q and R in my A – Z of TBRs, a series of posts in which I take a fresh look at some of my TBRs to inspire me to read more of them, or maybe to decide not to bother reading them after all. This time I’ve included one e-book.

– is for The Power House by John Buchana book I’ve had since 2014. I bought this book because I’d read and enjoyed John Buchan’s The Thirty-Nine Steps.

The Power House

It’s a short book of just 108 pages and my copy has an introduction by Stella Rimington. She writes:

The Power House is one of the least known of Buchan’s mature works, a tale without a plot, and so full of holes that it calls to mind Samuel Johnson’s definition of a ‘network’ – ‘anything reticulated and desuccated at equal distances, with interstices between the intersections’. It is pure essence of Buchan – a demonstration of his magical power to weave a tale out of no materials but the threads and colours of his imagination.

When his friend Charles Pitt-Heron vanishes mysteriously, Sir Edward Leithen, MP, is at first only mildly concerned. But a series of strange events that follow Pitt-Heron’s disappearance convinces Leithen that he is dealing with a sinister secret society. Their code name is ‘The Power-House’.

I cast my mind back to gather recollections of Pitt-Heron, but all I could find was an impression of a brilliant, uncomfortable being, who had been too fond of the byways of life for my sober tastes. There was nothing crooked in him in the wrong sense, but there might be a good deal that was perverse. I remember consoling myself with the thought that, though he might shatter his wife’s nerves by his vagaries, he would scarcely break her heart.

To be watchful, I decided, was my business. And I could not get rid of the feeling that I might soon have cause for my vigilance. (page 9)

Q – is for The Queen’s Man by Sharon Penman (on my Kindle for two years). I bought this after reading her Sunne in Splendour, which I absolutely loved.

The Queen's Man

It’s set in AD 1183, when Richard the Lionheart is missing, thought to be dead and his brother Prince John is scheming to take the Crown. Justin de Quincy has just discovered his father is the Bishop of Chester. A dying man, a goldsmith, gives him a letter to deliver to Queen Eleanor, (Richard’s and John’s mother) which brings him into great danger as it reveals whether Richard is alive or dead.

Captured by Henry’s soldiers, she [Eleanor] was held prisoner for sixteen years, freed only by Henry’s death. Such a lengthy confinement would have broken most people. It had not broken Eleanor. The passionate young queen and the embittered, betrayed wife were ghosts long since laid to rest. Now in her seventy-first year, she was acclaimed and admired for her sagacity and shrewd counsel, reigning over England in her son’s absence, fiercely protective of his interests, proud matriarch of a great dynasty. A living legend. And this was the woman expecting a letter from a murdered goldsmith? Justin thought it highly unlikely. (location 323)

R– is for Resistance by Owen Sheers a book I’ve had for nearly ten years. One of the reasons I haven’t read this before now is that I couldn’t find it for a while until I discovered it out of order behind other books that I’d double-shelved. I can’t remember now what had prompted me to buy this book. Owen Sheers is an author, poet and playwright.

Resistance

Resistance gives an alternative outcome to World War Two, one in which the D-Day landings had failed in 1944 and the Nazis had invaded the UK. Sarah Lewis wakes to discover her husband and all the men in the Welsh border valley of Olchon have gone. It’s the story of a community under siege.

The meeting with Atkins had happened too quickly for George to think on the consequences yet. His head was light, open, and he swung his scythe with a renewed energy. He felt exposed, as if a layer of skin had been shaved from him, bringing him into closer contact with the world. The blade’s edge against the young stalks of bracken, the calligraphy of the swallows above him. Everything seemed clearer, brought into sharper focus. Just an hour ago the war was a different country, the contours of which he’d traced through the newspapers, in radio reports. But now he was involved, connected. He had the strange sensation of his life simultaneously diminishing and expanding under the impression of Atkins’s words and for the second time that week he felt older than his seventeen years. (page 25)

What do you think? Do you fancy any of them? Would you ditch any of them?