The Ninth Life of Louis Drax by Liz Jensen

The mother, the doctor and the son in a coma

James Urquhart
Sunday 05 September 2004 00:00 BST
Comments

Your support helps us to tell the story

From reproductive rights to climate change to Big Tech, The Independent is on the ground when the story is developing. Whether it's investigating the financials of Elon Musk's pro-Trump PAC or producing our latest documentary, 'The A Word', which shines a light on the American women fighting for reproductive rights, we know how important it is to parse out the facts from the messaging.

At such a critical moment in US history, we need reporters on the ground. Your donation allows us to keep sending journalists to speak to both sides of the story.

The Independent is trusted by Americans across the entire political spectrum. And unlike many other quality news outlets, we choose not to lock Americans out of our reporting and analysis with paywalls. We believe quality journalism should be available to everyone, paid for by those who can afford it.

Your support makes all the difference.

Liz Jensen's latest book is emotionally compelling, morally fascinating and slightly appalling. The Ninth Life of Louis Drax haunts the reader with two voices: one belongs to Louis himself, a precocious, sarcastic, emotionally cauterised nine-year-old with distinct behavioural problems; the other is Dr Pascal Dannachet. Louis, like all Pascal's patients, is in a coma.

Pierre, Louis's troubled father, has instigated a family holiday, picnicking in the precipitous beauty of the Auvergne. All seems to go well until there is a blazing row during which Louis falls into a ravine and Pierre simply disappears.

Louis is miraculously resurrected from a morgue slab to a coma, and we have only Natalie Drax's account to believe. Against all professionalism and the warnings of colleagues, Pascal quickly and obviously becomes infatuated with her (or her aura of victim), which tips his own marriage into freefall.

The result is breathtaking. The Ninth Life of Louis Drax has more suspense than many thrillers, and beguiles with the near-mystic, conjectural fields of medicine where neuroscience peters out into paranormal phenomena. Behind the subterfuge is something excoriating, horrifying and weirdly beautiful.

Join our commenting forum

Join thought-provoking conversations, follow other Independent readers and see their replies

Comments

Thank you for registering

Please refresh the page or navigate to another page on the site to be automatically logged inPlease refresh your browser to be logged in