On the surface, the yew tree is a symbol of healing for both Conor and his mother, but on a deeper level, the yew tree also symbolizes Conor’s denial and his false hope regarding his mother’s condition. The yew tree is introduced very early in the book. When Conor looks out his window in the first chapter, he sees the one that stands in the church graveyard behind their house. This tree takes on more and more importance as the book goes on. First, and perhaps most importantly, the monster itself takes the form of this yew tree each time it visits Conor. Additionally, throughout the book, Conor’s mother frequently looks out at the yew tree behind their house, and she reveals that it feels like she has a “friend out there who’d help [her] if things got to their worst.” This is only made more poignant when Conor’s mother tells him that the final treatment the doctors are going to try on her is made from yew trees, which causes Conor to conclude that this is why the monster has come walking—to cure his mother. But this is false hope, one that is only stoked by Conor’s mother’s statement that she believes the treatment will work. When it doesn’t, Conor is only more upset with her (and with the monster) because the yew tree had been feeding this false hope. It is then that the monster reveals its true purpose: it did not come to heal his mother of her sickness, it came to heal Conor of his grief and pain. Therefore, the yew tree does, by the end, return to being a symbol of healing—only for Conor instead of for his mother, as the monster allows Conor to heal from the loss and emotional pain of his mother’s death.
The Yew Tree Quotes in A Monster Calls
The yew tree is the most important of all the healing trees, it said. It lives for thousands of years. Its berries, its bark, its leaves, its sap, its pulp, its wood, they all thrum and burn and twist with life. It can cure almost any ailment man suffers from, mixed and treated by the right apothecary.
“Son,” his father said, leaning forward. “Stories don’t always have happy endings.”
This stopped him. Because they didn’t, did they? That’s one thing the monster had definitely taught him. Stories were wild, wild animals and went off in directions you couldn’t expect.
“You’ll stay?” Conor whispered to the monster, barely able to speak. “You’ll stay until. . .”
I will stay, the monster said, its hands still on Conor’s shoulders. Now all you have to do is speak the truth.
And so Conor did.
He took in a breath.
And, at last, he spoke the final and total truth.
“I don’t want you to go,” he said, the tears dropping from his eyes, slowly at first, then spilling like a river.