A little blog of books

It may be slightly unusual to write a post about another blog. Surely, you will think, I want you to read mine. But I owe so much of my reading to this blog, that I feel it is time to acknowledge my resource.

http://www.alittleblogofbooks.com

The writer is more than merely a reader of books, which to all intents and purposes is what I am. The author of this blog gives each book space and time, her/his writing expands into a thoughtful and generous appreciation of the novel and the author, and even when not liked, the book gets a fair hearing.

This blogger has the attention, not only of several publishers who now send review copies – a fact which is always gratefully acknowledged – but is also on several “shadow” judging panels for the more prestigious prizes.

Thankfully there is no room in her/his busy schedule to cover the Man Booker, so I can safely claim that territory for myself, though the shortlist is always presented with any comments on books the blogger has read.

Alittleblogofbooks covers the Man Booker International prize; The Independent Foreign Fiction prize; Women in Translation and the Wellcome Book Prize and much, much more.

It is because of this blog that I have really come to love Sarah Moss. The Tidal Zone, her debut novel is a startling and moving account of isolation, dislocation and loss; to some extent this is an emotional palette that she has explored at length, which is not to say that she writes the same book each time. Very far from it.

Bodies of Light and Signs for Lost Children, published in 2014 and 2015 respectively, cover a period of great change in the lives of women. The leading female character, Alethea Moberley is the daughter of a painter/designer – somewhat in the style of William Morris – judging from the descriptions of his painting and his wallpaper designs. Alfred Moberley is at the beginning of his career in Victorian Manchester; he has married Elizabeth, a Quaker woman of strong Puritanical bent, whose life is wholly devoted to good works amongst the poor and indigent – upon whom she lavishes such efforts as behoves a charitable woman, but without much actual kindness.

They have two daughters, Alethea and May. Charity in this family does not start at home and the strictures of maternal discipline have in many ways warped the lives and characters of these two girls; both Papa, and his friend Aubrey, use the girls for models, often in quite louche and abandoned poses, paintings popular at the time; while the mother drags them to the poor schools and hospitals to show them the darker side of life.

Ally ends up with her mother’s dictums drumming through her head, always to her detriment. However, she does rise above this a little way and through her education and innate intelligence she achieves a place at a London Medical School. She travels to London and lives with her Aunt Mary – ending up after considerable struggle at the top of her class.

The novel, while ostensibly being about Alethea, does present an accurate and devastating picture of the huge barriers to a woman’s life; whether wealthy or poor.  Both had nearly insurmountable problems locking them into a stultifying life of idleness and gossip or burdening them with domesticity, childbearing and factory work.

Education, the sort that would provide a person with the skills for professional work, was provided for boys and men. To liberate a woman from home and hearth, whether above or below stairs was to disorder Society, which would never do.

Alethea bucks the trend, and along the way makes a great friend in Annie, another trainee doctor, but at great cost to her emotional life and she remains fragile, even after great success.

The second novel covers her marriage to Tom Cavendish, her life in Falmouth and her work in a local insane asylum; Tom, an engineer, goes away to Japan and the book has the most wonderful descriptions of his life there compared to Ally’s life in Cornwall.

SM Night WakingMay Moberley has a different sort of adventure, and appears in a earlier novel, Night Waking.

The first person narrator is a writer who is living on Colsay Island with two young children, Raphael and Timothy, trying to finish a book for which the deadline is past while juggling with childcare and Giles, a husband whose sense of entitlement does not often include nappy changing, feeding or caring for the heir and the spare.

In this book, Sarah Moss is also dealing with feminine issues and though set in the twentieth century, the chapters are interspersed with letters from May Moberley, writing in 1878, to Aubrey, to her sister Ally and to her patron Mr Cassingham, who is Giles’ great-grandfather and whose family has owned Colsay for generations. May is attempting to bring some order and hygiene into the lives of the crofter families, but their stubbornness and superstitions make her life intolerable.

Through these letters we are introduced to the life on the Scottish isles in both Victorian and modern Britain. Colsay is fictional, and the description in the novel largely but not accurately adumbrates the history of St Kilda, an island in the Outer Hebrides.  Conditions were harsh in Victorian Britain and are merely difficult in the twentieth century; but isolation, loneliness and struggle eat into the very bones of the people’s suffering.

The novel is hung upon the excruciating find of an infant grave in the garden, dug up accidentally by Raph while planting apple trees. The enquiry and the emotional backlash adds to the tensions already described.

I am enthralled, but would not want to suggest in any way that these are novels written for women. The research sits lightly on the text. My aim is contrarily to urge my readers to take a look at this other blog, full of the most wonderful insights and books that might otherwise have past you by.

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“The Scottish Play” in prose

Actors are very superstitious about playing in The Tragedy of Macbeth, and will not say the name as the tragedy is often associated with extreme bad luck. Jo Nesbo has no such qualms, and his rendering of the play as part of the Hogarth Shakespeare series, launched in 2012, has Macbeth as the title, unlike other writers in the series: Howard Jacobson rendered The Merchant of Venice as Shylock is My Name; Margaret Atwood called her version of The Tempest, Hagseed for example and others followed.

Equally, each writer has taken different liberties with the text they have been given (or chosen). Edward St Aubyn re-wrote King Lear in a novel called Dunbar which followed pretty much the trajectory of the play, but in a different era and stressed the more dysfunctional aspects of the Lear family, rather than the old man’s madness or dementia. Dunbar (Lear) has retired voluntarily to a care home and left his two elder daughters (Abby & Megan – Goneril and Regan) control of his large corporate business; things are not going well though and they are trying to force him to sign over even more powers and diminishing his powers as a result, aided by a fellow inmate, he escapes into the Lake District and is ultimately rescued by his youngest daughter (Florence – Cordelia).

Howard Jacobson, though, has altered the story completely.  His main character Simon Strulovitch, a wealthy art collector and philanthropist, meets Shylock at the graveside of their respective wives, Shylock materialises beside him and they spend the time discussing marriage, daughters, disappointment and petty betrayals, Shylock adamant that it was not the money that his daughter stole that gives him grief, but selling of the ring that he had given his beloved Leah. From this remarkable meeting grows a particular and unusual friendship, their philosophical conversations range over topics of relationship, being Jewish and the potential for good in humanity.

Nesbo MacbethJo Nesbo has followed more in the line taken by Edward St Aubyn. Macbeth has been transported to a nowhere/nameless town and when the novel starts he is the leader of a SWAT team. First we meet his subordinate, Duff, as he and his men try to prevent a huge stash of drugs from being delivered into the town; this goes horribly wrong and Macbeth and Banquo are luckily on hand to retrieve the situation. The back-story turns out that Duff and Macbeth have both been at the same orphanage, lost touch with each other and then met up again at Police Academy. Macbeth, having left the orphanage has dropped into the dregs of society, using and pushing drugs, but has been rescued by the much older, father-figure of Banquo. By the time we meet them all though, Macbeth is doing well and rising in the ranks, thanks partly to his relationship with Lady, a casino owning mistress who also has an unenviable background, which includes incestuous rape and the deliberate killing of her resultant child.

The novel follows through with a modern drug busting tale of murder, power and villainy.  To gain more power Lady and Macbeth start on a killing spree than can only end in disaster.  So first, urged on by the ambitious Lady, he kills Duncan, the present Chief Commissioner; then has to kill Banquo and his son;  Fleance, though, escapes to reappear later as part of the fight back, and so on through to the bloody end. The characters appear and disappear exactly as according to the play but the tense drama of both the novel and the play remains intact.

I am not sure why the critics have not been kinder to this novel. Is it either because it is not typical Nesbo or because they have slightly missed the point? In my view, Jo Nesbo has cracked the most difficult aspect of the play, the witches and the prophecies and the hallucinations, without at the same time letting go of the more contemporary scenario. It sent me back to Shakespeare while at the same time engaging my attention and giving me several satisfactory moments of tense delight – so even though I knew who should still be standing at the end, there were moments of extreme suspense as I turned page after page.

The complete list of Hogarth’s Shakepeare for the Twenty-First Century is as follows

Margaret Atwood – The Tempest – Hagseed

Edward St Aubyn – King  Lear – Dunbar

Jeanette Winterson – A Winter’s Tale – The Gap of Time

Anne Tyler – The Taming of the Shrew – Vinegar Girl

Jo Nesbo – The Tragedy of Macbeth – Macbeth

Tracey Chevalier – Othello – New Boy

Gillian Flynn – Hamlet – not due until 2021

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Read on, read on

To find a new voice on the crime scene is generally a pleasure and in this instance double the pleasure for me because it comes from Australia. Jane Harper lives in Melbourne.  Her debut novel, The Dry, was written at a time when the state of Victoria had suffered several years of drought and the book is set in Kiewarra among the farming community.

HarperFederal Agent Aaron Falk, normally in the department chasing the money, returns to his home town to attend the funeral of a family: mother, father and son – all shot by the same gun – leaving an eighteen month old baby daughter. Aaron has a personal history with Luke Hadler, the dead man, going back to their teenage indiscretions and he has not been back to Kiewarra since he and his father left when he was about fifteen.

Old stories, old suspicions and old rumours burst to the surface when the townspeople find him amongst them again. Luke’s father and the father of another person, long dead, both want to see him; one to talk to him and one to threaten him off.

The police have seen this as an open and shut case of murder by the father, followed by suicide but the rookie cop, the one actually in the town who only took up his post a couple of months before the shooting, is not completely convinced.

Aaron is persuaded to stay around for a few days to dig into the case a bit more; an investigation which throws up some revealing and disturbing results…

The new offering from Jane Harper, Force of Nature, finds Aaron called in to look into a disappearance. He is only there because he received a fractured and indistinct mobile phone call early in the morning from the girl who has vanished. This is the last known contact.

Five women and five men, all from the same company, go into the fictional Giralang Ranges for a team building weekend.  They are split into two groups – men and women – and are given two separate routes to follow. The men make it back first, the women are late, in fact nearly a day late when they stagger out of the bush minus one of the walkers, Alice Russell.

The odd coincidence is that Falk and his team have been investigating this company, and Alice is their inside mole…

If I have any criticism of these novels, which I thoroughly enjoyed in spite of this complaint, it is that this is an all-white Australia. In The Dry, since it is set in a farming community and small town, one would have expected to have at least one or two Indigenous Australians working on the farms, most of the homesteads might be expected to have them as sheep-hands or domestics – nary a one. OK the community was going through a very bad patch, but total lay-offs seems a far cry. In Force of Nature I would have expected there to be at least one, if not more Indigenous trackers, especially in such wild and rugged terrain as the Giralang Ranges, a densely forested region some hours drive from Melbourne.

Kiewarra and Giralang are both invented places, but the author demonstrates a very accurate understanding of Australia’s wilderness and its isolated farming communities – small places with big characters and Jane Harper absolutely nails this in these books – so where are the original inhabitants? I know for a fact that the police regularly use indigenous trackers when some idiot backpacker strays off into the bush and frantic friends and parents ask for help.

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Wild about Wilde

Not Oscar, but Thomas. Rory Clements has abandoned his Elizabethan hero, John Shakespeare, brother of the more famous William, in favour of a period a little closer to hand: specifically Britain in the late 1930s.

Clements - CorpusThe first volume, Corpus, of a promised three, is set in the short period between King Edward VIII’s accession to the throne and his abdication. There are moves afoot to prevent the abdication, championed by among others Winston Churchill, but also a much more sinister group who looked kindly upon National Socialism in Germany, and felt rightly that King Edward with his wife beside him, whether Queen or no, was also mightily in favour of Herr Hitler’s regime.

Reading this book brings forcibly to mind the months of crisis that eventually led to The Abdication. Historical facts bleed seamlessly into this fictional narrative which centres on Cambridge and an American history professor, Thomas Wilde and his neighbour Lydia Morris.

At the start of the novel, there is an unexpected death, heroin overdose or something more sinister? Lydia’s friend, Nancy Hereward is found with a syringe by her side, slumped on her bed. To all intents and purposes, this looks like a simple case of one dose too many; but Lydia is not quite sure.

A second more horrifying murder site is found, and this one has links to Nancy through her father, Sir Norman Hereward who is close friends of the victims. A third murder points sickeningly towards involvement with Russia, but maybe all is not what it seems.

Lydia and Thomas, with the connivance of a Times Correspondent, Philip Eaton follow an increasingly dangerous and contorted trajectory of intrigue and conspiracy, while at the same time we are following the tense machinations going on between Edward and his government regarding the possible marriage to Wallis Simpson, twice-divorced American wife of the industrialist Ernest Simpson.

It is hard, possibly, for readers very much younger than me, to recognise a world in which newspaper magnates could be asked by Buckingham Palace and the Government not to report on The Situation. David, Prince of Wales (now Edward VIII) was hugely popular; debonair, handsome and easy-going, the ordinary people loved him; the aristocrats played at his court in Fort Belvedere, aware that he was loose in his morals, flagrantly cuckolding at least two well-born husbands, but that he was good fun and a great host. But the arrival on the scene of the glamorous, stylish but cold schemer, Wallis Simpson changed the climate. Many close friends of the King distanced themselves from the ensuing debacle; courtiers and officials made efforts to curb the excesses but without much success. Meanwhile, Edward, in many ways a weak man, fell completely and unequivocally in love with Wallis Simpson and insisted that he would marry her.

As I said, the historical background blends seamlessly and importantly into this gripping saga.

It is worth remembering that even without The Abdication, we would still have Elizabeth II on the throne, but Britain would have been a very different place, a protectorate island of Germany possibly, or a satellite state of the USSR, like Latvia, Lithuania and Estonia. Not a happy thought!

Clements - NucleusIn the second book, Nucleus, war still has not started and we are back with our two friends Thomas and Lydia in another intrigue of devastating consequences, if successful.

Scientists and physicists in laboratories Germany and Cambridge are close to the realisation of creating nuclear fission, and the chain reaction which would, they think, lead on to great energy and possibly an atom bomb. Germany in particular needs to know quite how near Britain is to mastering this force.

The Nazi regime has forced the mass exile of many Jewish physicists and others, most of them have entered laboratories in Cambridge or in Princeton, America. German warmongers need information about the extent and success of their research. So, once more, against an historical background, our story, with Thomas Wilde and Lydia Morris in its meshes, outlines this uncomfortable stand-off with a convoluted plot that involves several different strands.

There are many aspects of this novel that bring to the fore genuine acts of heroism by real people. One strand in the novel follows the path of a little German Jewish boy put on the Kindertransport, he is to be met from the train by Lydia Morris – but he is not there.

The book names many real people involved in the race to save as many Jewish children as possible, an undertaking by the Society of Friends led by the astonishing and brave Bertha Bracey. She deserves a whole book to herself.  With The Society of Friends and volunteers she was responsible for soup kitchens which were set up in Germany after the First World War to feed starving children, that effort alone must have saved thousands and then when it became clear, after Kristallnacht, that things in Germany were going to be deathly for the Jews, she persuaded the British Government to allow 10,000 unaccompanied Jewish children into this country. The Society of Friends funded and managed this evacuation just in the nick of time.

The other real person in this book, apart from those in the German high command, is Frank Foley who was an official at the British Passport Office in Berlin. Against all the codes of conduct, he handed out exit visas to many Jewish families trying to leave the country.

Another strand intertwined with the nuclear problem is the possible involvement of the IRA, who were being funded and supplied by Germany and who hoped that as a result of co-operation with the Nazis, would finally succeed in uniting the island of Ireland. But you need a long spoon if you sup with the Devil.

It is all grippingly told, page-turning-un-put-downable stuff. Can hardly wait for volume three, I hope it does not take as long as the one awaited from Hilary Mantel.

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Wiser on the morrow morn

The title is a description given by Samuel Taylor Coleridge of the wedding guest held captive by the glittering eye of the Ancient Mariner.

Part of my Lent reading has been Malcolm Guite‘s monumental revisiting of Coleridge’s life seen through the prism of his early, life-enhancing, poem The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.

MarinerMalcom Guite is, of course, himself a well known poet and theologian and he had taken the reader upon a journey through the poem and, stanza by stanza, through the ways in which it adumbrated S.T.C’s own life; a life he could not possibly have imagined when he penned the first version, which he shared with William Wordsworth in March 1798. Coleridge went on to revise and rework the poem until in 1813 he added the glosses, or margin notes, giving us the poem in the form in which it is usually presented today.

1796 to 1798 were years of marvellous production for the poet, in 1797 he completed three of his best known and best loved poems, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Kubla Khan and Frost in Winter.

I belong to that generation of semi-educated schoolchildren who studied these poems briefly among many others, and whose knowledge of Samuel Taylor Coleridge consisted of the fact that he was a Romantic Poet and an opium addict. Such was the received wisdom of the time, except in more academic circles. But latterly, thanks to several new biographies and studies, that view has ameliorated.  A far greater understanding and sympathy for drug addiction has demonstrated that it is not lack of moral fibre that leads to severe addiction; furthermore a much kinder and more generous appreciation of what the Romantic Poets (of which Wordsworth and Coleridge were the earliest) have given the English language and literature has arisen and then there are his prose writings most of which few people have ever read, except again in the groves of academe.

In S.T.C’s studies on Shakespeare, given first as a series of lectures in Bristol, he has demonstrated a reassessment of the genius and spirit of the playwright which from that time on altered the status and understanding of The Bard for all time, and the texts of the lectures are still part of fundamental teachings on Shakespeare to this day – who knew? Apart from the academics.

However, this is not really the subject of Mariner, Malcom Guite’s book. He sees the poem as a journey from a completely different perspective. That the mariner’s journey is one which we should all take in one form or another, a journey through emotional and intellectual blindness towards a baptism (death and resurrection) of spiritual awareness and self realisation and Christian wisdom and through our own sensitive and dedicated reading of the poem should become wiser people.

He also shows how the emotional and spiritual awakenings of the mariner strangely mirror the life of the poet, his early voyage in the sunlit Quantock hills, through the graduals degradation of his physique through copious doses of laudanum (the classic go-to pain-killer and cure-all of his time, it should be noted) and finally his tremendous and extraordinary efforts successfully to rid himself of his addiction with the help of Dr Gillman.

This barely scratches the surface of this remarkable book. Guite fills in gaps everywhere, showing the influence The Rime had on its contemporaries and the present day alike. Including great artists, other poets and literature scholars everywhere.

And throughout, how Coleridge struggled with faith through constant prayer, even when dry as dust and unable to approach His Source, his source and all of our sources of inspiration – the great I AM.

WaldegraveFurthermore, it added greatly to my appreciation and understanding of another great book – The Poet’s Daughters by Katie Waldegrave. [see my post 30 December 2013].

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Lenten Fast

If you have followed or read any previous posts, you may know that in Lent I eschew fiction. So far, my copy of the Archbishop’s Lent Book has failed to arrive, though according to the publisher has been sent. So in the meantime, I have been flitting between the Middle Ages in Britain (and France); nineteenth century poetry and painting through the life of Edward Lear and the twentieth century through the lens of Stalin.

Weir Queens 1So in that order. Queens of the Conquest (1066-1167) is the first part of Alison Weir‘s study of the female counterparts to England’s kings from William the Conqueror presumably to Richard III. The first volume begins with Mathilda, wife of William I, she was regent for him in Normandy while he was conquering England, and she was then crowned in her own right in 1068 in Westminster Abbey. It concludes in 1167 with The Empress Maud (also sometimes called Mathilda as these names were interchangeable, as were Mathilde and Mahaut). I have a slight failing here, as I find Maud endlessly fascinating and frightening. Her life spent fighting against Stephen for the right of her son Henry (II) to succeed to the throne led to a civil war in England that caused famine and destruction on a vast scale, a time which contemporary chroniclers described as “a time when Christ and His saints slept”. [Incidentally also the title of a book by Sharon Penman which describes in fiction this whole messy period – see my posts written in July 2013 and January 2014 ].

LearWhen not immured in the lives of the queens, I travel forward several centuries to Edward Lear, poet and artist through a new biography by Jenny Uglow. Mr Lear A life of Art and Nonsense is infinitely readable and enjoyable. Lear lived in a golden age, a man of great simplicity and charm whose rhymes have enchanted children for years, and for years to come but who was also an accomplished water colourist, a traveller and adventurer in Egypt, Corfu, Italy, Palestine and India; contemporary of  Darwin and Dickens; teacher to Queen Victoria to whom he gave drawing lessons; and friends with Tennyson and the Pre-Raphaelites. But he fits uneasily into all these categories. His nonsense verses and limericks set a tone of frivolity not usually associated with Victorian England; his paintings are naturalistic, empty of humans – exquisite renderings of landscape – but devoid of any hidden message, so neither romantic nor mysterious, in a age of photography they would be described as photo-realism.

Stalin 2Both these volumes might be described as frivolous compared to the other book I am reading, of which I can only read around one chapter at a time. This is the second volume (and there is at least one more volume pending) of Stephen Kotkin‘s magisterial and forensically researched biography of Josef Stalin. This volume Stalin Waiting for Hitler 1928-1941 covers probably the bloodiest, most unforgiving section of Stalin’s dictatorship: ruined by paranoia, betrayals, executions and gulags. It brings us teetering upon the German invasion. Two terrible dictators pacing their rooms, playing the waiting game. Each entrapped in their own logic and about to descend into the furious, destructive and, ultimately, final stages of the Second World War.

MaiskyAnother marvellous volume, The Maisky Diaries, edited and compiled by Gabriel Gorodetsky fits neatly into this period and expands the horizons. Ivan Maisky was the Russian ambassador to London at this time, 1932 to 1943.  At a time when most people even remotely associated with the Stalin regime kept no written records of their activities for fear of reprisals, the Maisky diaries are remarkably frank and intact and shine a searching light upon a volatile and crucial period of European history.

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Not such sweet dreams

Two rather hallucinatory novels here.

The Room by the LakeThe first is a new novel by Emma Dibdin, daughter of the slightly more famous Michael. A young girl flees from a dire situation in the UK to New York. She has never been before and it soon becomes apparent that she is pretty lost, pretty and lost actually, and ripe for plucking …

She gets unsuitably plucked by the fascinating and seductive Rory and ends up in a mysterious cult. She does not at first realise the situation she is in, and so continues to imbibe some heavily doctored cider which messes with her mind.

So fight or flight? Be careful what you wish for.

This is a bit of an airport/beach read but if that is what you want, go for it because it does work even if the true situation dawns on the reader many, many pages before it dawns on Caitlin, it can still take you to some pretty uncomfortable places.

Broken RiverThe second novel in this posting, the eighth novel by J.Robert Lennon is also set in the USA, it is far more satisfying, although equally gruesome in its way. The hallucinatory aspect is an outside “Observer”. This is a literary jiggle in order that the connecting tissue of the story can be told without too much logistical improbability.

The central locality is a house near Broken River, where a double murder has occurred. The house stands empty, or occupied by vagrants and vandals, until a sculptor from New York arrives to purchase it; while he is fully informed of the reason for its low value, he chooses not to share this immediately with his family.

It does eventually come out though, and both the wife and their daughter secretly become obsessed with the story, both scanning online reports and then blogging about their findings. That neither realises that they are actually communicating with each other, plus scores of other readers who have joined in the internet search, including incidentally the original murderers, leads to the rest of the novel…

The existence of the Observer has its uses and is not over-worked, but while it gives the reader a fuller picture of the various different threads, it does at the same time slightly weaken the central core of the book.

But do not let that put you off. It is a book that might keep you up at night to finish it.

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