Gumble's Yard - Golden Reviewer > Books: 2022-booker-longlist (13)
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1908745908
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| 3.92
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| Aug 04, 2022
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Winner of the 2022 Booker Prize. 4th in my longlist rankings (so firmly in my own shortlist) - my Bookstagram rating, ranking, summary review and Book Winner of the 2022 Booker Prize. 4th in my longlist rankings (so firmly in my own shortlist) - my Bookstagram rating, ranking, summary review and Book themed Golden Retriever photo is here: https://www.instagram.com/p/ChNgZa_M4... You were born before Elvis had his first hit. And died before Freddie had his last. In the interim, you have shot thousands. You have photos of the government Minister who looked on while the savages of '83 torched Tamil homes and slaughtered the occupants. You have portraits of disappeared journalists and vanished activists, bound and gagged and dead in custody. You have grainy yet identifiable snaps of an army major, a Tiger colonel, and a British arms dealer at the same table, sharing a jug of king coconut …………… If you could, you would make a thousand copies of each photo and paste them all over Colombo. Perhaps you still can. I read this book due to its longlisting for the 2022 Booker Prize – and it has a very strong thematic overlap with “The Trees” (in its treatment of retributive justice carried out by the victims of hate crimes and genocide) and “Glory” with its close examination of a turbulent political scene. I would also describe it as “Lincoln In The Bardo” (with its treatment of a limbo style afterlife) meets “Passage North” (due to its treatment of the Sri Lankan civil war and due to the influence on both books and their authors of Channel 4’s Documentary “The Killing Fields”) with a dose of Arthur C Clarke (Sri Lanka’s greatest writer per the author of this novel and who once said “Behind every man now alive stand thirty ghosts, for that is the ratio by which the dead outnumber the living” for this is a novel about those ghosts). This book was the final one of the longlist of 13 that I read (having read 9 pre-publication of the longlist in late July) and I finished it on 31 July. Hence I completed something I have always aimed for but never managed - reading the full Booker longlist by the end of July, something I achieved with more than just a glance through the covers but a detailed read and set of reviews, and an achievement which my twin brother (a left-armer with an unorthodox taste in books) once called the literary equivalent of 1000 runs by the end of May. The cricket analogies in that previous sentence are deliberate as the author is best known for hugely successful best seller “The Chinaman” (2010) which used the lens of cricket – an unorthodox left-arm spinner and a drunk sports journalist - to examine Sri Lanka. That book was picked recently by the BBC as part of the Big Jubilee reads – the selection of 10 books from each decade of the Queen’s reign. This book (or books) the author’s second novel – was 10 years in its conception, partly due to the success of “The Chinaman”, partly due to life events and partly as it took so long to coalesce into a coherent novel. It was originally published in India in February 2020 by Penguin India as “Chats with the Dead” (note a publication 6 months earlier would have made it possibly Booker ineligible were it counted as the same book – and the two books have been merged on Goodreads). In the UK then book was then picked up by Sort of Books – a small independent publisher founded by the co-founders of the Rough Guide Travel Series (husband and wife team – Mark Ellingham and Natania Jansz) and whose first ever book the living-abroad memoir “Driving Over Lemons” was a huge bestseller and almost genre-defining book. The author has said …… The initial manuscript got a great response from Indian publishers, but seemed to baffle the international ones. Many found the quagmire of Sri Lankan politics in 1989 too hard to follow, and the local mythology perplexing. What began as simple tweaks and edits for clarity, turned into more extensive revisions and rewrites. Penguin India were happy with the book and keen to launch it at the Jaipur Festival, and did so. But Natania and I ended up editing the novel all through the pandemic as our publishing dates kept getting pushed back. It’s the same story in spirit (ha!), with roughly the same characters, but with a few subplots revised. The new version is perhaps tighter, pacier, more textured and nuanced, and hopefully more accessible to a wider audience Now I would say that the book still has a heavy dose of Sri Lankan politics and (particularly Hindu) mythology and at times can feel a little sprawling – but I never found it less than accessible and it has the pacing of a thriller so I think the edits worked. The novel is set in Colombo in 1990 and features as its central character someone with birth name Malinda Albert Kabalana (born 1955) but who goes by the titular Maali Almeida, describes himself as “Photographer, Gambler. Slut”, who is also described by the author as a “hedonist, nihilist, atheist, closet gay” war photographer and who is partly inspired by a real life murdered Sri Lankan journalist (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard... whose quote “Father forgive them for I will never” gives the book its first epigraph and also sets the scene for a novel which like “The Trees” looks at the quandy between vengeance (with its risk of self-perpetuation) and forgiveness (with its risk of an absence of justice). Most crucially at the novel’s opening Maali finds out he is dead – and not just dead, but rather disconcertingly for a life long atheist, in some form of afterlife – albeit not a particularly attractive one. The novel opens “You wake up with the answer to the question that everyone has. The answer is Yes, and the answer is Just Like Here But Worse”. For this is a novel written in the second person. The author has said [Originally] I wrote it in the first person, but I just found it hard to separate his voice from mine and so on, and then I just looked at it technically. When the body dies, what survives death? What is the soul? Is it breath? And I just came to the conclusion that what survives is the voice in your head. And mine is in the second person, it’s always ‘you, you, you’. So when I took that on the book started moving forward, so it worked from a philosophical point of view but also stylistically. And he questions it, ‘does the voice belong to me, or are there ghosts whispering in my ear?’ The afterlife in which Maali finds himself is partly a mash up of Buddhism (with the idea of an in-between Bardo), Catholicism (with a kind of purgatory with some form of prayers for the dead giving currency in the afterlife), Hinduism (with the in-between realm roved by malevolent spirits and in particular the destructive Mahakali who here consumes the souls of those dead not prepared to move on to the next stage of The Light) – but more than anything a chaotic bureaucracy staffed by white coated volunteers from among the dead and with any supreme being seemingly on an indefinite leave. The first bureaucrat Maali meets – he suddenly recognises as Dr Ranee Sridharan – a Tamil university lecturer and campaigner, “slain by Tamil extremists for the crime of being a Tamil moderate”. She explains he has seven moons (seven days) in which to go through a number of stages - in particular an examination of his ear lobes to reveal the complexities of his life and the hindrances which might prevent him entering “The Light”. But he is also approached by the black garbage bag wrapped ghost of Sena Pirantha – a JVP (a militant Communist body fighting a fierce war against the government) organiser. Sena claims that both he and Maali were victims of a hit squad including garbage men (a clean-up crew of body disposers with a sleeper Tamil agent driver), corrupt policemen, an army major, the chief torturer of the STF (Special Task Force who carry out abductions on suspected JVP or LTTE/Tamil Tiger members) and ultimately a government minister. Sena wants Maali to reject the promise of the light and instead join him in seeking vengeance on their murderers. The book is effectively structured as a thriller/murder mystery with Maali trying to reconstruct the events that led to his violent death (which appears to have been caused when he was thrown of a tall building housing a casino that he frequently visited) and work out who killed him. The range of potential killers is large as Maali lead a complex professional life – working as a war photographer (and part fixer) for a variety of different and often opposed groups including the army, some international journalists and an NGO. This murky role is made even more complicated by his suspicion that some of the journalists might be fronts for arms dealers, that the NGO may have links to the army and/or the LTTE and that the army and Tamil’s dealings are complicated both by the increasingly unwelcome presence to both of the Indian Peace Keeping Force (IPKF) and the army’s willingness to deal with Tamil factions that might allow them to capture the LTTE Supreme Leader. Malli’s photos, a cache of which he keeps hidden from his clients, potentially expose these double dealings as well as the complicity of government ministers in past atrocities. As an aside the book includes a helpful guide that Maali wrote to a fellow journalist explaining these groups and more and which ends “Don’t try and look for the good guys, ‘cause there ain’t none”. And Maali’s personal life is as duplicitous and complex as his professional one. He shares a house with Jaki and her cousin Dilan (DD). Dilan is the son of the only Tamil minister in the government. Jaki is ostensibly Maali’s girlfriend, but they are not sexually or romantically involved (despite her seeming wishes) and instead Maali has a hidden sexual relationship with DD (hidden from Jaki to avoid unsetting her and from DD’s father as homosexuality is still largely taboo) while also carrying out a string of casual sexual encounters with men (which are in turn hidden from DD). Now Maali needs Jaki and DD to find his hidden cache of photos, ones he has always intended to publish in exile but not wants to publish in exile from life – but that risks exposing them to severe danger and him to discovery of the duplicity in his personal life. The author comes up with an imaginative way of allowing Maali to be both omnipresent but also close to the opposite of omnipotent as he navigates a Colombo which is both the living version and the one occupied by ghosts, which given the violence which has racked Sri Lanka is even more relatively populous than Arthur C Clarke’s quote would employ and of ghosts tormented by the natures of their deaths and lives. Ghosts in this afterlife can travel wherever their dead body has been (allowing him to trace the grisly disposal of his body) and wherever their name is posthumously mentioned (allowing him and us to travel instantaneously around the various conflicted protagonists involved, implicated on interested in his disappearance at the precise moments they are discussing him). However the ability of the dead to influence the living is restricted either to (the official approach urged by Dr Ranee) inserting themselves in dreams (this leads to a lovely King and Queen hint to the location of some critical negatives) or by more nefarious means which require involvement with the vengeful spirits which patrol the afterlife (as urged by Sena) – and Maali finds himself (perhaps not surprisingly given his professional and personal life) rather unsuccessfully playing both sides as he decides between moving on and vengeance in a plot which is never less than exuberant and fast moving. Overall, this is a very striking book – one with a black humour which allows an unflinching look at the horrors of Civil War and one which fits really well on a very strong Booker longlist. With thanks to the author’s publicity agent for an ARC. All stories are recycled and all stories are unfair. Many get luck, and many get misery. Many are born to homes with books, many grow up in the swamps of war. In the end, all becomes dust. All stories conclude with a fade to black....more |
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1913393208
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11th in my 2022 Booker Prize longlist rankings - my Bookstagram rating, ranking, summary review and Book themed Golden Retriever photo is here: https:
11th in my 2022 Booker Prize longlist rankings - my Bookstagram rating, ranking, summary review and Book themed Golden Retriever photo is here: https://www.instagram.com/p/CheM3eVML... It is by one of three authors previously shortlisted for the prize – the others being Karen Joy Fowler and NoViolet Bulawayo. Macrae Burnet – a Scottish writer – was shortlisted in 2016 for “His Bloody Project”. That latter was a pastiche novel about what is claimed to be a real-life set of murders (in a remote highlands croft in the mid-1800s). Its central novelistic conceit was of the author (noted as GMB) reviewing a series of historical documents and then compiling them into a modern-day non-fiction book. The novel includes the extracts of the journal of the prison surgeon/psychiatrist/criminologist whose role was to assess the sanity of the accused and whether he was fit to stand trial as well as a supposed memoir of disputed authenticity. Many of these themes carry over into this book – the pastiche, the accusations of murder (albeit a little more tangentially), psychiatry (by contrast much more central here), the author as GMB compiling historical documents into a non-fiction novel, disputed authenticity. (Note that the author’s other two novels have both a crime and meta-fictional nature – with GMB purporting to be the translator of novels by an obscure French crime writer) It is also easy to see why this book appealed to this year’s judges – as they seem to have a liking for the pastiche and for books which play around with the concept of fiction itself – most noticeably with “Trust”. In that book in particular I think that the judges are perhaps over-influenced by the nature of the book rather than by its successful execution – a literal and literary prioritisation of form over substance (“Glory” would to be another example where the concept is better than the execution). The novel’s origins began with a post the author made to his own website (and also posted to Goodreads) https://graememacraeburnet.com/tag/ar... https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog... in which he talks about his fascination with psychiatric case studies which began with Robert Lindner’s seminal “The Fifty-Minute Hour” (T) and then talks about two more obscure books he discovered in Glasgow’s chaotic Voltaire & Rousseau bookshop (T): Ways to Psychic Health (1944) by Alphonse Maeder (T) and Untherapy (1965) by A. Collins Braithwaite (F). We are told that Braithwaite was influenced heavily by RD Laing, often seen as leader of the “anti-psychiatry” movement and his book “Divided Self” (T) and that: Braithwaite was born in Darlington in 1925 and, from the scant information available, appears to have had a brief period of celebrity in the mid-1960s In the Preface to the book GMB, writing in April 2021, tells us how based on this blog post, he was approached by a “Mr Martin Grey” (an admitted pseudonym) of Clacton-on-Sea with a series of notebooks written by his cousin which he thinks GMB might want to turn into a book as they contain allegations about Braithwaite. As GMB is currently working through an “archive” of materials about Braithwaite (little to be found on the internet he resorts to paper) he has been contemplating a biography but found little interest from his ageng and publisher in the tale of a “forgotten and disgraced character whose work had been out of print for decades”. Reading the notebooks – which he on balance believes to be contemporary and genuine although noting clear mistakes – he decides to publish them interwoven with his own biography of Braithwaite. The notebooks are by an unnamed woman whose sister Veronica committed suicide two years before she wrote the book – she believes due to her consulations with Braithwaite, something she only realises after reading a copy of “Untherapy” and realising the penultimate case study is about a lightly fictionalised Veronica (a case study included in her notebook from a ripped out First Edition of the book) before then reading its controversial predecessor “Kill Your Self”. The woman decides to find out more about Braithwaite but not in her current virginal persona (unlike he adventurous and intellectually brilliant late Sister, she prefers the company of her widowed father – her mother having died in odd circumstances – and staying largely at home, albeit her imagination is feverish) – and so adopts an alternative persona of Rebecca Smyth, a sexually-confident habituee of the theatrical scene but struggling with a maladie. Braithwaite we learn is something of an enfant terrible but one struggling for a direction. But then influenced by and interacting with the angry young men scene (for example having a confrontation with Colin Wilson – author of “The Outsider” (T)), he reinvents himself (a very common theme in the book) and becoming the centre of a group at Oxford where he is famed for his unrestrained sexual advances, courting a woman who rejects his crude advances by pretending to be someone else writing to criticise Braithwaite (again note the common themes) before growing to fame with “Kill Your Self” (F) He describes this new way of being as ‘schizophrening’. As the decade wore on, this would become an idea perfectly in tune with the be-whoever-you-want-to-be mood of the time, and copies of Kill Your Self would be soon found in the back pocket of every student and bar-room philosopher. ‘Phrening’ (or sometimes ‘phreening’) passed into beatnik argot, and the slogans ‘Don’t be yourself: phree yourself!’ or the more succinct ‘Don’t be: phree!’ were graffitied on the walls of university campuses up and down the land. The concept also gave rise to the short-lived Phree Verse movement in which often acid-fuelled performers channelled their various selves into a spiralling cacophony, until the different personae melded into one incomprehensible but ‘authentic’ stream of consciousness. Ironically, more than one participant in these happenings would later find themselves recovering in psychiatric facilities. He then establishes tentative consulting practice and then becoming a successful therapist after Dick Bogarde (T) took his advice and recommend him to friends (one of Braithwaite’s contentions is that both actors and homosexuals have to be used to playing different roles), taking increasing sexual liberties with his clients before later suffering from a major scandal due to his involvement with a famous actress Jane Gressingham (F). The author of the notebooks ranges first over her back story (we learn for example of a diary she kept for 2 years which she faked so as to reassure her mother – faked accounts are of course a key theme) and we quickly gather that she is both an unreliable narrator and rather self-deluded. If anything her sections seem a little too naive. The author has in interviews said he read copious copies of the “Women’s Journal” (T) to understand “the language and attitudes of the time” but whether that is a great source I am less clear. However the author does get around this by the narrator making it clear she is very influenced by that same journal and wishes to be regularly published there which then implies she might aspire to the same style for her notebooks and of course fits a book about adopting identities. She is rather exaggeratedly adrift of the swinging sixties and so increasingly relies on the persona of Rebecca to enable her to function out of her comfort zone. She becomes slightly obsessed with another of Braithwaite’s clients (the glamorous Susanna Kepler) and Braithwaite himself – and increasingly over time Rebecca takes her over, most amusingly in a scene where the two openly argue in front of a man that Rebecca is trying to seduce. The book ends with a “Postscript to the Second Edition” in which GMB outlines the correspondence he received after Autumn 2021 publication claiming various errors in the notebooks (the acknowledgements end “Finally, my sincere thanks to David Holmes for invaluable legal advice. Any errors in the sections on Collins Braithwaite are entirely down to me. As to the remainder of the text, any inaccuracies beyond those already noted are the responsibility of the author of the notebooks.”) and how concerned to verify the authenticity of the notebooks finally arranges to meet the person who sent them to him. Overall I found this a much better executed pastiche than “Trust” albeit the book was far from my favourite on the longlist because I am not sure it really followed through on its promise. Both sections are initially very entertaining and the reader is also intrigued where each of them will go and how they will converge …. and the answer to all three questions appears a little underwhelming. Compared to “His Bloody Project” I think many readers will be far less interested in the rather deluded sixties-scene compared to an 1800s Highland croft – and we do end up reading for most of the book about a rather obnoxious man, filtered for half the book through the eyes of a rather odd woman. Nevertheless this was an enjoyable read while not one that I think merits a shortlist place (particularly given the author’s previous recognition). 3.5 stars ...more |
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| 4.06
| 34,450
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Now shortlisted for the 2023 Dublin Literary Award after its 2022 Booker Prize shortlisting 6th in my longlist rankings so in my own shortlist - my Bo Now shortlisted for the 2023 Dublin Literary Award after its 2022 Booker Prize shortlisting 6th in my longlist rankings so in my own shortlist - my Bookstagram rating, ranking, summary review and Book themed Golden Retriever photo is here: https://www.instagram.com/p/ChRfg3WMM... “Everybody talks about genocides around the world, but when the killing is slow and spread over a hundred years, no one notices. Where there are no mass graves, no one notices. American outrage is always for show. It has a shelf life. If that Griffin book had been Lynched Like Me, America might have looked up from dinner or baseball or whatever they do now. Twitter?” I read this book due to its longlisting for the 2022 Booker Prize – one of only 4 of the 13 books I had not read pre-longlist. As with the inclusion of the veteran English author Alan Garner – the longlist seems like an overdue recognition of an influential, prolific, versatile but often overlooked literary author. Percival Everett’s books have since 2019 been published in the UK by Influx Press – an independent publisher based in North London who I first came across in 2018 when they were the winners of a book prize I helped judge (the Republic of Consciousness Prize) for Eley Williams “Attrib.”. The author has said “My agent said they’re a small press doing good things and that sounded good to me; I like a cheque as much as anyone else, but I’d rather then books have a good life” – and one hopes this deserved longlisting will lead to a decent cheque for author, publisher and agent. If I did have a disappointment with this book it is that it seems less experimental than what had always intrigued me about what I had heard of Everitt’s other work, for example: the multiple embedded narrative styles of “Erasure” albeit retaining the same idea of genre parody; the cinematic plot mirroring of “I am Not Sidney Poitier” albeit this book does read like its own film script; the story inside a story inside a story of “Percival Everett by Virgil Russell” albeit this book perhaps more admirably voices the story of those that history and racism has tried to erase; the three different plot versions of “Telephone” albeit retaining the idea of loss and grief, albeit here funneled in the direction of retributive justice. But this relative lack of experimentation does increase the book’s accessibility which I think was a key for the author in his conception of this novel. And if I had one other reservation it is that it feels very USA-focused for a UK Book Prize – I felt the book only confirmed my biases rather than confronting them. This book is effectively a very hard hitting, explicit and directly confrontational expose of the USA’s violent and racist 20th Century history of lynching – one that the author explicitly links to more contemporary police shootings of non-whites, but smuggled in undercover inn a wrapper of a novel which uses humour, stereotyping and also the genre conventions of a detective novel in an extremely effective way to draw readers into something they would otherwise shy away from. The author has said: It would be very easy to write a dark, dense novel about lynching that no one will read; there has to be an element of seduction. Humour is a fantastic tool because you can use it to get people to relax and then do anything you want to them. The absurdity of the inattention to the subject was the driving force of the comedy, but the novel lives as much in turning around stereotypes as it does in revealing the truth of lynching. I’m happy to say I’ve [annoyed] a lot of people for my stereotyping of the white characters. Someone in an interview [objected] and my response was: “Good, how does it feel?” When I started the book, I said to my wife [the writer Danzy Senna], “I’m not being fair to white people”, and then I said, well, f.. it: I just went wild. The novel opens in Money, Mississippi – the real life location of the abduction, torture and lynching of the fourteen year-old black boy Emmett Till by Roy Bryant and his half brother JM Milam after he spoke to a white grocery story proprietor Carolyn Bryant (Roy’s wife). Emmett’s tragic death acted as a catalyst of the civil rights movement not least due to his mother’s brave decision to hold an open top coffin so that her son’s mutilated and bloated face could be viewed. The two murderers were acquitted by an all-white jury. The book provides information for readers unfamiliar with the history – this was actually aimed at US readers (the author has commented “America has a great talent for hiding its own transgressions”) but is extremely useful for non-US readers as if one had a criticism of what is a very strong Booker longlist it is the unfortunately perennial one that it has too many books which assume a familiarity with US society, culture and history. As an aside and to show the topicality of the book (even on top of the very explicit Black Lives Matter link the book draws to recent police shootings of unarmed black men – e.g. Maurice Granton in 2018) - only in 2022 was lynching finally made a federal hate crime (something under discussion for more than a century) when Joe Biden signed into law the Emmett Till Antilynching Act. And to further increase its tragic topicality - the case has re-entered the courts in the very month of the Booker longlist - see this article by my neighbour (https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/arti...) Returning to the novel – the book opens with Granny C (who is in fact Carolyn Bryant), her son Wheat and his wife Charlene at a family gathering which also includes her nephew Junior Junior – the son of JW Milman. Both are shortly after in turn found hideously murdered – with barbed wire wrapped around their neck, their face attacked and with them bloodily castrated. More oddly each body is found next to a dead (and in appearances long dead) black man with a mutilated and bloated face, and holding their testicles in his hands. Even more oddly the black man is the same in both cases – the black body disappearing after each murder and even more oddly as Granny C realises immediately and others a little later, the body looks the same as that of Emmett Till. The murder baffles the bumbling incompetent and casually racist local police force and authorities – all of whom have deliberately satirical names (Sherriff Red Jetty for example based on redneck, Reverend Cad Fondle, Delroy Digby, Braden Brady) and the (I think fictional) MBI (the Mississippi Bureau of Investigations) are called in sending two of their operatives to Money later joined by an FBI operative. These out of town policemen are black (the topic of whether blacks should or should not serve in inherently racist organisations is a recurrent debate in the novel), named deliberately conventionally – Ed Morgan and Jim Davis – and run verbal rings around the local prejudiced whites while still struggling to work out what is going on. In Money they befriend Gertrude (who goes as Dixie for tips) a waitress in the local eating place Dinah (named by Delores whose catfish cooking is at least a little better than her spelling). Later she takes them to meet Mama Z – a black centurion whose father was lynched in 1913 and has made it her lifetime work to compile a written archive of lynching victims “you should know I consider police shootings to be lynchings”. Gertrude has also invited a college friend – Damon Thruff, an academic genius wth PhDs in molecular biology, psychobiology and Eastern philosophy who the University of Chicago have placed in the Department of Ethnic Studies as “they didn’t know where to put him” and denied tenure as being too productive – to both meet Mama Z and to look into what is happening. From there things rather spiral out of control – as first a string of copycat, equally brutal and similarly set piece murders (all it seems delayed retributive justice) spreads not just across Mississippi but the South and wider USA - even the White House proves not to be immune - and then with what seems like vengeful armies of dead Black and of Chinese bodies carrying out some retributive mob killings. Later. Note that the book was initially inspired by the author hearing the country singer Lyle Lovett pair “Ain’t No More Cane” with “Rise Up” and decided to write a book about the dead victims of lynchings rising up – and this latter part is as close as the book comes to his preliminary but discarded idea of a zombie book. The attacks with their similar but slightly different gory detail can feel a little repetitive and is if the author has not found a way to really move the story on (other than to simply turn things up more and more) but of course this impact is very deliberate and is mirrored in Thruff’s reaction as he reads Mama Z’s archives: What was most unsettling was that they all read so much alike, not something that one wouldn’t expect, but the reality of it was nonetheless stunning. They were like zebras, he thought—not one had stripes just like any other, but who could tell one zebra from another? He found it all depressing, not that lynching could be anything but. However, the crime, the practice, the religion of it, was becoming more pernicious as he realized that the similarity of their deaths had caused these men and women to be at once erased and coalesced like one piece, like one body. They were all number and no number at all, many and one, a symptom, a sign. As the book progresses we do get some insight into the perpetrators of the initial attacks – although even they are baffled and worried by the wider and wider spread. And through the eyes of the three detectives, with their easy humour, measured observations and confident banter – we also see the dilemma of understanding the need for justice while still being appalled at the methods implied. The author has said of the real lessons of the book that “there’s a distinction to be made between morality and justice: justice might not always feel moral to us, and that’s a scary thought” There is also an incredibly powerful section where Thruff simply lists the names of the real life lynching victims compiled by Mama Z – ending with Maurice Granton. I would really recommend readers at this stage to pause reading and spend some time picking names and googling the victims and their stories as a matter of respect and to really gain an understanding of the true nature of the genocide. Overall I found this an impressive read. The book is extremely easy to read with short episodic chapters and copious snappy dialogue but also very hard to read with its subject matter – and the combination somehow works. ...more |
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Now shortlisted for the 2022 Booker Prize. 5th in my longlist rankings (a ranking confirmed in a second read) and a book I would be delighted to see w Now shortlisted for the 2022 Booker Prize. 5th in my longlist rankings (a ranking confirmed in a second read) and a book I would be delighted to see win. My Bookstagram rating, ranking, summary review and Book themed Golden Retriever photo is here: https://www.instagram.com/p/ChPVtpqMk... ‘What’s amiss?’ said Joe. ‘I’ll tell you what’s amiss. I shall. I shall that. You come here, you and your box and your pots and your donkey stone, and fetch in enough to make me frit to death. You’re on about bones and all sorts; and then you’re off, some road or other, and I can’t tell where I am. I’ve got a pain in my eye. I can’t see proper. And I go down the bog and get stuck; and this chap with no clothes on and a daft silly hat, he sits up in the water and he makes no more sense than you do. He says I’ve got glammeritis, and then Stonehenge Kit, he’s gone, and so’s my best dobber; and Whizzy’s with a Brit Basher and they’re after Kit and the mirror’s all wrong then he’s back in the picture. I read this book due to its longlisting for the 2022 Booker Prize – one of only 4 of the 13 books I had not read pre-longlist, and one from an 87 year old author for whom my knowledge did not previously extend much past his name and role as a part children’s, part adult’s author. The book’s epigraph is from the Italian theoretical physicist and writer Carlo Rovelli translated “Time is ignorance” from his “The Order of Time” and (as Garner has explained in interviews) was inspired by a conversation with another theoretical physicist – his friend Bob Cywinski. The conversation started with the two discussing the differences between the observable physical universe of the latter and Garner’s ideas emerging from (as it were) nowhere – but the next day leas to Cywinski telling Garner about a local character: Walter Helliwell known as Treacle Walker – an eccentric tramp “able to cure all things except jealousy” which sparked Garner into thinking about treacle’s Middle English etymology as a medicine used by apothecaries/herbalists. From there Garner seems to have thought more on the concept of time and the falseness of a linear, progressive view: “My [physicist] friend has read [the novel] and he says that he’s seen his subject through a novelist’s eyes and that, for him, it’s a new vision of quantum physics. It’s not; I’ve not done anything except look in a different way at different states and put them into a story where time collapses, and the whole thing takes place in no time – or, rather, not in time as we see it.”; And then to have bought in ideas from: His own life - particularly and most obviously his childhood – many of the ideas seem to be drawn from his recent childhood memoir “Where Shall We Run To?”, but also I think on the prospect of death (one of course close to him given his age but which was always present – hence the idea of time collapsing – given his childhood illnesses). His lifelong study of (particularly but not exclusively – particularly in this book - British and Irish) folklore, legend, song and literature: examples I was able to identify – and I think there are many many more – and some of which are important to understanding the plot and others of which simply lend a few words of vocabulary included: the Welsh legend “Mabinogion”; hillside chalk horses; Samuel Johnson’s nonsense play “Hurlothrumbo”; Dr Robert’s Poor Man’s Friend Ointment from the early 1800s; the Grimm Brother’s “The Singing Bone”; the traditional mummers play “Pace Egg”; George Borrow’s “The Bible In Spain”; the Bonnacon from Medieval Bestaries; Native North American bone divination; the Irish mythological concept of a “thin place” between the physical tangible world and the “otherworld” of dreams and of the crane-skin magical possession bag, the “corr bolg”; bodies ceremonially buried in the bogs – like Tollund Man; the Finno-Ugric concept of the psychopomp or “conductor of souls” to the other world; His lifetimes work “It brings together everything I’ve written, in 15,000 words.” – I suspect this book contains copious easter eggs for readers of Garner’s wider oeuvre English colloquial language (squiffy, blinking heck, twitting, daft as a brush, tickety-boo, taradiddles) and traditions (a good knowledge of rag and bone men as well as marbles taxonomy is a useful adjunct to reading) of a certain age Thresholds, boundaries and liminal imagery - doorsteps, mirrors, woods and bogs - What was in is out. And what was out is in. And (linking nicely to the author’s own childhood and one of the early influences on his imagination) the British comic “Knockout” and particularly the strip “Stonehenge Kit The Ancient Brit” and his enemy “Whizzy the Wicked Wizard” and his “Brit Bashers” (note that I suspect in the hands of most literary fiction authors – particularly those under 60 – this would be a heavy handed allusion to Brexit or Boris Johnson – here refreshingly I do not think it is). In terms of the plot – and there is just about some in this allusion and idea-filled novella, the book opens with ostensibly a convalescing young boy Joe Coppock (although I think Joe could equally be someone at the end of their life or both really as this is a book where time is collapsed) who marks his time by a daily midday train Noony. He has his house visited by a riddling rag-and-bone man Treacle Walker who in exchange for his ‘jamas and a bone from his treasure collection gives him a donkey stone (marked with a ancient horse - as shown on the book’s cover) and leaves a jar of ointment. Joe also plays a bone flute which seems to summon a cuckoo (but later turns out to have had wider impact). Joe wears a patch on one eye but starts to realise his bad eye can see things his good eye cannot – and is told by a bog dwelling man – Thin Amren - that he has a form of second sight. Thereafter Joe finds his ostensible day life, his dreams and the world of his comic book heroes merging and overlapping – and perhaps only late in the book really understands both his fate and destiny. Overall I found this a fascinating addition to the longlist – one where I think many readers (particularly non-English readers) will I think understandably struggle with accessibility, but one that I really loved. It is both temporally ambiguous and meticulously detailed and that itself (like so much of the book) links back to Rovelli’s book the first two sections of which are The Crumbling of Time and The World Without Time and the third of which (from a Wiki summary) argues that “the apparent flow of time is due to the inability to observe all the microscopic details of the world”. Like many of the best books, but particularly appropriately here, this novella reminded me of my lifelong love of reading (from childhood to late 50s) and, again particularly appropriately, it also reminded me of how the best books take you out of time and place – making you simultaneously the child reading a book in bed and the adult using literary fiction – however apparently cryptic - to help to make sense of the world. ‘Fair do’s. Treacle Walker?’...more |
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10th in my 2022 Booker Prize longlist rankings - my Bookstagram rating, ranking, summary review and Book themed Golden Retriever photo is here: https:
10th in my 2022 Booker Prize longlist rankings - my Bookstagram rating, ranking, summary review and Book themed Golden Retriever photo is here: https://www.instagram.com/p/ChbeUjxs1... "I don't know." I tell her, and I really don't. Telling her would have been like saying this is my life now, like committing to the streets. Letting the streets have you is like planning your own funeral. I wanted the streetlight brights, the money in the morning, not the back alleys. Not the sirens. But, here we are. Streets always find you in the daylight, when you least expect them to. Night crawling up to me when the sun's out. To write an accomplished literary novel at the age of 19 is an impressive feat. For it not to be (as one might thing) autobiographical but instead based on a real life example of insitutionalised misconduct (here by the Oakland Police Force) and aimed at giving a voice to the voiceless victims even more so. But to do that with such an originality of phrase and language in a way which not just gives that voice (here a seventeen year old) a level of articulation, but also effectively confronts the structural sexism by disassembling conventional writing is I think close to astonishing. The book’s protagonist is Kiara Johnson. Her father was later in life a Black Panther, stitched up by the police and jailed he died of undiscovered cancer some time after his release. Her devastated mother is in a halfway home on parole after an attempted suicide which followed the drowning of Kiara’s baby sister due to neglect. Kiara’s older brother – who initially committed to looking after her – has instead focused all his efforts on an attempt to break through as a rapper, his and his friends lack of talent leading them instead to increasing involvement in crime. Kaira is also babysitter and effective care giver to a 9-10 year old Trevor – the largely abandoned son of a junkie in her flat. The book opens with Kiara receiving a notice of a huge hike in the rent she and her brother can already not cover – and struggling to make any headway with a job, she drifts into prostitution and from there to servicing a group of policemen (anonymous to her and us and only known by their badge numbers) at a series of parties. When one of the policemen commits suicide and names his guilt over his treatment of her in his note – a major misconduct enquiry kicks off, but this only makes Kiara’s life harder as the police force closes ranks to protect its own and to discredit her testimony in front of a Grand Jury and both her brother and Trevor are swept up in the aftermath. As an aside the book opens with an excrement filled swimming pool – which made me worry we had an other Ottessa, more Moshfegh – but that was far from the case, Leila Mottley is a much more accomplished writer, and the pool rather than gratuitous scatology is instead a recurring and important image in the book – representing a sense of frustrated and fouled up freedom and friendship. So why not a five star review. Well to be honest the voice did not really quite work for me. I always have a slight issue with novels where the writer is from a more privileged educational background than their protagonist and yet gives that protagonist an unusual eloquence. But I think the larger issue here is that the book seems to permanently be dialled up to a 10 and unlike Nigel Tufnel and his famous Marshall amplifier (https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=KOO5S4v...) it leaves her with no where to go to add additional emphasis. And perhaps as a corollary to this – for a novel which is largely around getting us into the head of a memorable narrator, I felt myself always slightly distanced from her, the author at times I think favouring phraseology over clarity. But overall while far from flawless, this is I believe the first novel of what will be a famous and fresh new voice in fiction, and worth reading for that alone. ...more |
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Now shortlisted for the James Tait Black Memorial Prize and an Orwell Prize for Political Fiction finalist. 8th in my 2022 Booker Prize longlist ranki Now shortlisted for the James Tait Black Memorial Prize and an Orwell Prize for Political Fiction finalist. 8th in my 2022 Booker Prize longlist rankings (although very close to my shortlist) - my Bookstagram rating, ranking, summary review and Book themed Golden Retriever photo is here: https://www.instagram.com/p/ChWflKqMP... Kudos to the Booker judges for picking such an innovative novel. In these new lives, Virginia Woolf wrote, there would be that queer amalgamation of dream and reality we knew so intimately: it was the alchemy of our own existence. These biographies would bring forth moments of becoming that lasted for centuries; there would be more than one life unfurling in every life. The lines would not break off on the page just when we had fallen in love, and in each chapter Sappho might become a different one of us. This book is published by Norwich based small press Galley Beggar – consistent publisher of excellent literary fiction and perhaps best known for one of their first (“A Girl is a Half-Formed Thing”) and last books (“Ducks, Newburyport). Both of those books have won the Goldsmith’s Prize for fiction “that breaks the mould or extends the possibilities of the novel form” (two wins in the nine years of the prize being astonishing for a press which publishes only 1-3 novels a year). Similarly Galley Beggar have, equally astonishingly, twice won the Desmond Elliott Prize for Debut Fiction in the last 10 years (with “A Girl …” and “We That Are Young”). And I think this is very relevant here as this is: a debut novel; a novel which not just itself extends the boundaries of the novel form (the author in her Acknowledgement pays particular tribute to Elly and Sam – the co-founders of Galley Beggar who “decided this was going to be a novel”;) but also one which largely celebrates female authors who themselves deliberately aimed to extend that form; and a novel which very explicitly celebrates women who broke the mould (not just in literary or artistic terms but in societal ones). This is a book I think best sampled over multiple readings – the author herself describes it best in what is an excellent and extensive Biographical note: This is a work of fiction. Or possibly it is such a hybrid of imaginaries and intimate non-fictions, of speculative biographies and suggestions for short pieces (as Virginia Woolf called them while she was drafting Orlando), as to have no recourse to a category at all. The subjects of these biographies are real-life turn of the 20th century women who as the book’s blurb says were “trailblazers … push[ing] against the boundaries of what it means, and can mean to be a woman” or to take a Q&A from the Galley Beggar website “they wanted to say for themselves what their genders & sexualities & artistic practices & political rights should be” Many if not most were I have to confess completely unknown to me I suspect someone more familiar with the characters would have a very different reading experience) such as Lina Poletti, Rina Faccio, Anna Kuliscioff, Laura Kieler, Sibilla Aleramo, Eleanoro Duse (to pick from some earlier chapters) and others know at least a little (Virginia Woold, Vita Sackville-West, Sarah Bernhardt, Gloria Stern) if perhaps often filtered through the gaze of male biographers and contemporaries. On this last point I did particularly enjoy how the author not just wrote these women back into the story of history but wrote many men deservedly out, as the author says in the aforementioned Note: Moreover, men like Gabriele d’Annunzio – who swaggers prepotently through every account ever written of Eleonora Duse and Romaine Brooks – do not merit here even a footnote about who they married or how they died. It has been surprisingly easy to leave out these sorts of men: a simple swift cut, and history is sutured without them. I think of Vita Sackville-West, who said in a letter in 1919 that the only revenge one could take on certain men was to brazenly rewrite them. Aside: earlier on we are told of Sibilla Aleramo’s “Una Donna” was “was published instead by a small typographical agency in Torino, and almost immediately throngs of readers bought up all of the copies. The editors in Milano were greatly surprised, but as reasonable businessmen they acquired the rights for reprinting the book.” – and one could hardly help reflect on what happened to “A Girl is A Half Formed Thing” (a book rejected by all conventional publishers over a decade or so) after Galley Beggar published it to success. Many if not all of the subjects practiced sexual freedom and the subject of lesbianism is explored through the book – via the writings of the titular Sappho (and at least for me the fragmentary biographies was an excellent way to mirror the way that poets writing has come to us in fragments), via the actions and writings of the biographical subjects and, particularly amusingly, by the attempts of male writers and legislators to somehow come to terms with, explain and contain it. Sappho becomes something of a role model/inspiration for the characters and also for a Greek chorus “we” which permeates the writing - and with Cassandra I think set up as something of a voice of warning/despair against the inspiration/encouragement of Sappho. I must say here that I have little knowledge of or interest in Greek antiquity and literature (not exactly on the curriculum at my state school) so I probably had much less identification with and understanding of these parts than many other readers will have. If I had any minor criticism the novel is perhaps a little lighter on intersectionality than diversity. I may be wrong but it felt like the subjects were; overwhelmingly white (Josephine Baker was featured on a wonderful set of cards that came with the novel, but was not I thought a major character in the novel itself); almost if not all European or North Americans; almost all writers or actors; and also again almost all of them, by virtue of either birth, artistic status or connections (or even a combination of those) more privileged than almost all their female contemporaries with a much greater degree of economic freedom as a result (for me this reached bit of a literal peak when two characters travel to Greece and decide to buy a hill and have a temple built there). I would say that in an interview I. The Galley Beggar page the author does say of the importance of the central quest for identity ”And I believe that this should also hold true for people who are not mostly well-educated white women with comfortable incomes in Western European cities.” What I did find thought was that if I was slightly struggling to follow or connect with one section (some of the Italian political sections or Greek literature/Island settings started to lose me) it was best to move on to slightly more familiar ground (e.g. Virginia Woolf), re-establish the connection (for example I particularly loved the nuanced way in which the characters reacted to the literally man-made horrors of World War I) and then return to the earlier sections, to find that the connections there were partly re-established. And the writing is uniformly excellent – this is an author completely in control of her research, her love for her biographical subjects and her literary skills and who is able to allow those three areas to support and reinforce each other to the benefit of the reader. So a book to persist with, to explore and to return to – and ultimately to really enjoy. In 1923 “The Birth of the Day” was published … What, we demanded plaintively of Colette, what genre of thing was this? Smiling mischievously, Colette replied that its genre was feminine:...more |
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Now longlisted for the 2023 Women’s Prize. Re-read following its shortlisting for the 2022 Booker Prize - I had always expected it to be a strong cont Now longlisted for the 2023 Women’s Prize. Re-read following its shortlisting for the 2022 Booker Prize - I had always expected it to be a strong contender and deliberately read ahead of the longlist announcement. I have to say that the book worked better on a re-read and would I think be a worthy winner (although so would most of the shortlist). 7th in my longlist rankings (and so on the fringe of my own shortlist) - my Bookstagram rating, ranking, summary review and Book themed Golden Retriever photo is here: https://www.instagram.com/p/ChT2_KyMV... ORIGINAL REVIEW The sign that says 'Bulawayo, 10km' takes her by surprise - it doesn't feel to her she's even been that long on the road. Yes, you've actually been that long on the road, Destiny, and besides it being a relatively short drive you've been practically flying most of the time. And good thing you slowed down when you did, otherwise you'd have missed the turn. Bulawayo-Bulawayo-Bulawayo. She says the name out loud, lets it linger in the mouth, thinking, and not for the first time, What a dark, dark name.Meaning, where one gets killed, where there is killing. Yes, tholukuthi an ominous name that has made Destiny wonder endlessly about the proph-ecy of names, the terrible odds that the events of April 18, 1983, and the dark immediate years would fulfil the name. And in just a short while, she thinks, slowing down a bit, she'll be standing on Bulawayo earth. A kind of home, yes, but also a ruin. A place of slaughter. Of massacre. Of devastation and despair. Of blood and tears. Of disruption. Of the annihilation of families and family lines. This is the second novel by the Zimbabwean born author Elizabeth Zandile Tshele who, writing under her pen name (inspired by the name of her late mother’s name and closest City to her home) was shortlisted for the Booker Prize in 2013 for her debut “We Need New Names”. Revisiting both my own reactions to that book (10 years or so later) and looking at other reviews from my Goodreads friends, my subjective impression is that “We Need New Names” was a book that was perhaps more admired than loved – one people perhaps felt they appreciated (perhaps as it was the first Black African woman to be shortlisted) more than they actually enjoyed (the book itself a slightly uneasy mix of two stories which did not entirely coalesce into a novel) – with most reviews at the 3-4 star level. This second novel’s genesis was the author’s return to her birth county after the 2017 coup which deposed Robert Mugabe (and is increasingly influential young wife Grace, associated with Generation 40 young and post-independence-war faction), after 40 years of increasingly despotic rule. She witnessed the chaos of the post-Mugabe elections which lead to the rather inevitable election of Mugabe’s Deputy/VP Emmerson Mnangagwa (whose dismissal was a key trigger for the military coup, and whose nickname “Ngwena” means crocodile, leading to his faction of war veterans being known as Team Lacoste) and whose claims of a New Dispensation of economic policies proved short lived. Initially thinking to write a non-fiction or then conventional fiction tale of what she was witnessing (and particularly how the post-coup hopes of the common people were quickly dashed) she decided to write a tale which drew explicitly on both George Orwell’s “Animal Farm” (a common analogy used in Zimbabwean political discourse) and on local animal-based folk-storytelling traditions – to write what is more a satirical analogy of the situation The novel is set in a fictionalised country Jidada ruled (with the support of his attack dog para-military police force – The Defenders) at the start of the book by an ancient horse “The Father of the Nation”, whose young and ambitious Donkey wife Marvellous leads a young activist faction resented by the veteran Army Generals and who frequently makes attacks on the Vice President (also an aged horse, but with the brooding presence of a crocodile) Tuvy. Tuvy’s suspension leads in turn to a military coup, the hollow proclamation (including by a flock of specially trained birds) of a New Dispensation and a #freefairncredible election which is rigged from the outset to ensure Tuvy’s victory and the continued rule of the independence war veterans. Now a word on the use of animals in the novel. These are very anthropomorphic animals – in fact it is probably better to say that they are effectively humans in animal form but living in our 21st Century world. It is not like (it seems to me) Orwell’s book where the animal nature of the characters and in fact their progress/descent into human like behaviour is key to the plot, here the characters act like humans in almost every way (for example voting at 18, early pregnancies, taking showers) and in a world which, other than the fictionalised Jidada seems identical to our own (for example leaders flying on a plane to Devos, Chinese influence in Africa). I had initially wondered if the different animals would represent or mimic tribal identity (but if they did it was not clear to) or if the humans in the novel would be the Westernised/colonising powers – but there are references to white animals and black animals, animals of the same type from different tribes and the President of America is a Twitter using baboon. Yes Twitter as the world of social media is important to the novel – two excellent chapters consisting entirely of debate by Twitter about the political progress in Jidada and more generally the online and offline worlds are important in the novel. So that very soon it was noted that Jidada was actually not a country but two countries - there was of course the Country Country that was the real, physical space in which Jidadans walked and lived and queued and suffered and got pained, and then there was the Other Country, where Jidadans logged on and roared and raged and vented. My understanding is that the author used animal characters as a way to both gain some distance from the events she is describing and to bring her own unique take on the situation, she also has said she thinks it increases the Universality of the book. I have to say that I think the same might have been accompanied in different ways – for example as in Ngũgĩ wa Thiong'o’s “The Wizard of the Crow” or Wole Soyinka’s “Chronicles From The Land of the Happiest People on Earth” but what I think did work is that the approach made the book slightly more immediately accessible than those brilliant novels. Some of the writing can be a little grating, perhaps most of all the repetition of “Jidada with a -da and another -da”; the extremely liberal sprinklings of the word “tholukuthi” (meaning something like “you find out that” and which is from from the dance protest song Tholukuthi-Hey - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6tVbi...) or the “When those who know about things said at this time XXX, they meant XXX” formulation. And despite the appearance of accessibility and claim to Universality, the book also I think relies for any meaningful appreciation on (or more positively gives the reader an excuse to gain) a detailed knowledge of Zimbabwean history – little that happens in the book (at least from my Googling) does not have a fairly direct link, or at least very strong allusion, to actual events As an example the post-independence Gukurahundi genocide - which becomes increasingly important to the novel through the character of Destiny (a goat) who fled the country for exile after arrest and torture for her part in pro-democracy demonstrations after a rigged election, and whose return and discovery of the trauma that her mother went through many years before is a large part of the narrative after the first third of the novel and also provides the most harrowing part of the novel and one of its two most powerful set of scenes. Interestingly though the second most powerful set of scenes are those with which the book ends – which depart from Zimbabwe’s actual history to date by setting out a hopeful path for Jidada and one hopes for the actual country itself. Overall I think this was an impressive piece of writing – again one I perhaps admired more than I always enjoyed and again I think one likely to be a strong Booker Prize contender. "This war was as complicated thing, Mother of Destiny. If I don't write this book then one day animals calling themselves the Real Liberators and True Patriots will call ugly names and then erase us from the story of the very country we sacrificed so much for because now that the war is over many will be perceived of the wrong ethnic group, the wrong clan, the wrong gender, the wrong clique, the wrong politics, the wrong whatever else they decide constitutes authentic Jidadaness. If I don't write, who will I blame when I then wake up One day to find myself in the belly of a crocodile that calls itself History, that devours the stories of everyone else and goes on to speak for us"...more |
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13th and last (by some margin) in my 2022 Booker Prize longlist rankings - my Bookstagram rating, ranking, summary review and Book themed Golden Retriever photo is here: https://www.instagram.com/p/ChiL--FMu... The latest novel from the already Booker shortlisted author of “We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves” and one in which she continues to demonstrate both her considerable versatility and her more limited ability to hit literary excellence. The author’s early writing was in the Fantasy and Science Fiction area; her breakthrough novel “The Jane Austen Book Club” was more of a romantic drama with a shameless play for Janeite readers; her Booker shortlisted novel a really odd and for me unsatisfying mix of earily-spoiled witheld revelation, interesting metaphor and then not-interesting non-metaphor …………… and this novel is a move into fairly conventional historical fiction. Now as a non-American I have enough interest in US history to for example have enjoyed what I learnt of the life of Abraham Lincoln through the stunningly original “Lincoln in the Bardo”. In turn a book about Lincoln’s assassin – John Wilkes Booth – and the forces that drove him to his actions, could I think be of interest, particularly if accompanied by some excellent writing. But a book only partly about Booth’s family – and particularly one written in a very conventional prose (see below) is not one really likely to grab me, although having said that I did find the book an entertaining and informative diversion on a lengthy car journey (clarification: I was not driving). The book tells the story of Booth’s family and particularly his larger than life, famous Shakespearean acting, bigamist English father Junius through the viewpoints of: his oldest sister Rosalie – the one character that the author has had to largely imagine and for which she draws up a convincing portrayal of someone frustratingly but seemingly powerlessly drawn into a life as the unmarried and elder sister including as default carer for her mother as well as for any children of her siblings, as well as mentally and physically growing into a physical deformity; Edwin – who over time becomes the family provider and patriarch after the death and disgrace of their father as Edwin is himself a very famous and celebrated Shakespearean actor at a time when such actors were like the sports stars of today (including rivalries between different camps of supporters) but who like his father suffers with the demons of alcoholism – and whose relationship with the younger John is conducted in a series of Shakespearean quote duels (all of the family naturally interpret their lives through the Bard’s dialogue) and then later fierce arguments over the course of American politics; Asia – the younger sister (later famous as her family’s biographer) who seems to go through life on a series of disputes – maturing (if that is the correct word) from childhood tantrums, to teenage resentments to young adult family feuds. The story is interwoven with extracts from the life of Lincoln – which parallel what is happening in the family’s story and in the wider society as it rapidly descends towards civil war. Fowler interestingly makes it clear that for all her sympathies lie with the North and that Lincoln’s quotes on the dangers of a populist President inspired her writing, that Lincoln is no believer in or practitioner of racial equality (either of the white and black races, or of the settlers and the Native Americans). I felt that the book did not really succeed on the author’s stated aims – of examining how the family of someone who commits an atrocity deal with “their culpability, all the if-onlys” as the aftermath of the events had too little coverage. The writing as I have implied is fairly conventional – two words that I had mentally noted were “plodding” and “pedestrian” and when I decided party way through to pick a piece of descriptive writing to illustrate this, the first example I found had both a plodding horse and a pedestrian character! She stands for a long time looking out the parlor window, where Father's death has not changed the view. The clouds are low and unbroken, a gray lid set over the city. A strong wind is ripping the few remaining leaves from the trees, tossing them into the air, trapping them against the fences and the snowdrifts. A man passes on a plodding bay horse. Another, on foot, keeps his hat on his head with his hand. There was no reason for Mother not to have taken her along. Father would have been pleased to see her face. She turns back to the room. Overall I found the most interesting parts of the book the references to various historical incidents and the portrayal both of the world of superstar actors (and their passionate supporters) as well as of the descent to civil war – and I did end up concluding that I would have preferred this book as a non-fictional account as the fictional writing did not really add much in terms of language or style while still having the disadvantages of the extraneous detail of biography. ...more |
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Now joint Pulitzer Prize winner. 12th in my 2022 Booker Prize longlist rankings - my Bookstagram rating, ranking, summary review and Book themed Golde Now joint Pulitzer Prize winner. 12th in my 2022 Booker Prize longlist rankings - my Bookstagram rating, ranking, summary review and Book themed Golden Retriever photo is here: https://www.instagram.com/p/Chgs5vzs-... This is a tale which bridges two cultures (art/literature and high finance), but which is very much a book of two halves (the first almost deliberately weak, the second intriguing) and which left me in two minds (hence my rating – a mix of a 4*+ concept and a 2* execution). CP Snow famously wrote an article/lecture/essay book on the chasm that had opened between the cultures of arts and science – in my view (and as someone with a foot in both camps) there is a similar divide now between the worlds of literary fiction and finance. If you can find someone in finance who reads they are likely to read non-fiction books with possible some genre fiction – and similarly few literary fiction books even cover finance. Of those that do many seem to misunderstand it (for example confusing the direction of interest rate change impacts) – and even my book of 2022 Natasha Brown’s “Assembly” uses banking as a canvas on which to focus a social mobility/meritocracy lens on the topic of colonialism and its lasting impacts (eg we do not know what job the unnamed narrator does for her bank – just her seniority). So I welcome this book’s explicit aim to address that divide and to provide a literary exploration of capital, investment and banking and via one dictionary definition of the title. The author has further stated his aim as examining and deconstructing one of the foundational myths/classic American narratives of American society (the role of free market capitalism and the investment markets and particularly the self-made wealthy entrepreneur) in the same way that his first novel “In The Distance” did with the Western. At the same time the author wanted to examine the other definition of Trust and in particular the idea of the trust that it is implicit in fiction and reading “Reading is always an act of trust. Whenever we read anything, from a novel to the label on a prescription bottle, trust is involved. That trust is based on tacit contracts whose clauses I wanted to encourage the reader to reconsider. As you read Trust and move forward from one section to the next, it becomes clear that the book is asking you to question the assumptions with which you walk into a text.” Because this is a book written in four very different parts – each with a different writer, a different narrative voice, a different style and a different purpose. The Washington Post and leading Goodreads reviewer Ron Charles in his review says this quartet of very different stories is “what Wall Street Traders would call a 4-for-1 stock split” – thus illustrating perfectly my contended literature/finance divide, given that split into four identical parts is almost the exact opposite to what Diaz does. Interesting though I think some form of more identical split would have worked much better here (see later). The book starts with around a 100 page pastiche of (or possibly tribute to) Edith Wharton and her fiction which not only documented the Gilded Age of America but which was towards the end of the literary realism movement – a novel called “Bonds” by Harold Vanner which tells the story of a Wall Street banker/trader/tycoon Benjamin Rask – his taking advantage of the 1920s bull market and then his more controversial role in the 1929 Crash; alongside the story of his art patron/philanthropist wife Helen and her mental instability and treatment for that in Europe. The second section is around a 100 page pastiche (and in this case definitely not a tribute to) the self-aggrandising (if unfinished) business autobiography of a Wall Street banker/trader/tycoon Andrew Revel – his role in growing the nation’s prosperity by helping the 1920s bull market and then his saddened realisation that speculation had driven the market too high leading him to evade the 1929 Crash; alongside the story of his art patron/philanthropist late-wife Mildred and her emotional and mental stability ahead of her treatment for cancer in Europe. The third section (and easily the strongest of the book) is written by Ida Partenza – the daughter of an Italian anarchist effectively in America as a political refugee – she is hired by Revel to write the second part of the novel as a counterbalance to the sensationalist impact of the first (which he and everyone else regards as his lightly fictionalised biography). While researching the book (to the limited permitted by Revel who wishes to tightly control the narrative) Ida finds that neither Vanner or Revel’s portrayal of Mildred seems to meet the complexity of her character but is unable to discover the true Mildred. Parts of this section are narrated closer to our present day as the now elderly Ida visits a museum made of the Revel home (where she wrote her book) and explores the archives. The fourth and shortest part of the book (albeit still much stronger than the first two) is Ida’s final discovery – a very fragmentary diary written by Mildred before her death, while being treated in Europe, which contains a revelation as to the real story of Revel (and his roles in both the bull market and crash) which to be honest has been pretty easy to guess from the beginning. As I have implied this is a book of two halves – the first two sections for me were very weak although mercifully easy to skip through at a quick pace, as my brother’s review says “there is barely a word that is not wasted”. In the first section in particular I started writing down passages and turns of phrase that annoyed me before deciding to go for the pastiche rather than tribute option. What I was less clear on was the author’s decision to lead with the entirety of the two sections rather than having the four sections interleaved through the novel. I believe the aim was to draw the reader into each story and to the world it posits before revealing another layer of the story – but neither for me was sufficiently well written to draw me in so spoiling the effect. Further there are by now myriad mainstream media and Goodreads reviews which make the set up of the first two parts (as revealed in the third) clear which also negated any impact of revelation – and in some ways that is anyway to the book’s benefits as I think many modern readers taking the first section (at least) on face value may well have bailed. I am sure there is a point for this – as the book itself says “the worst literature, my father would say, is always written with the best intentions”. The obviousness of the “reveal” in the fourth section I can live with better – as the book seems to strongly signpost this by discussing (on two separate but importantly linked occasions) someone recounting a detective style novel and someone else (older or wiser) having to effectively pretend that the reveal of the murderer is a surprise. There is though a lot to like in the novel in terms of its concept – both at a macro and more micro level. On the overall level I liked (while not thinking it entirely worked) the ideas of linking the sustained and collective illusion (or perhaps collective decision to place collective faith in a narrative) that lies behind not just fictional stories themselves, but non-fictional accounts, behind national (and national identity) stories, behind political movements and also behind financial markets. On the micro level I enjoyed for example: the exploration of the marginalisation of (and even worse co-opting or blatant stealing of) female voices and ideas; the idea that a blend of human psychology with mathematical analysis is key to investment success (and it reminded me of the intersection of art-empathy-gut call & data-science-hard facts at the heart of commercial insurance underwriting); the fragmentary ideas in the fourth section about the transition from literary realism to literary modernism (and its equivalent in music). My thanks to Panmacmillan for an ARC via NetGalley ...more |
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Winner of the 2022 Golden Reviewer Book of The Year . Winner of the 2022 Desmond Elliott Prize for debut novel and shortlisted for the Goldsmiths Priz Winner of the 2022 Golden Reviewer Book of The Year . Winner of the 2022 Desmond Elliott Prize for debut novel and shortlisted for the Goldsmiths Prize. 1st in my 2022 Booker Prize longlist rankings - my Bookstagram rating, ranking, summary review and Book themed Golden Retriever photo is here: https://www.instagram.com/p/ChF0QOxsV... It was a stupid idea. The book was too advanced for her; too advanced, she was sure, for a student of science. But she was trying, at least trying, to understand what was happening to her daughter's body. I read this book due to its longlisting for the 2022 Desmond Elliott Prize and I have to say up front that a debut novelist, and in particular one in her mid-20s, simply has no right to write a book this good. Because this is a remarkable book which combines a fresh voice and literary (as well as typographical) experimentation with a central idea which is universal (but I think seldom covered in fiction), resonant themes, and with a deep maturity in its empathetic understanding of people’s bodies and mind. Introducing a reading of the book (on Damian Barr’s Literary Salon) the author explained how growing up with a mother with breast cancer for almost her whole childhood, that the cancer never, even from a young age, struck her as something that her family were battling, but something they were living beside every day a kind of abstract, shape-shifting idea that came and went, something they had to understand as if befriending it might tame it. Her mother died of the cancer when she was 14 and it was not something she had ever intended to write about, but the intense last six months of her mum’s life kept returning to her as she began to write. She also explained that she had been experimenting with prose poetry, based around the interior landscape of a woman’s body, thinking about the idea of how our bodies harbour the events and people that have shaped us, and how she could capture that on a page. And it is from these two, rather experimental, narrative threads that the book was initially woven. In a publisher interview (where she also sets out the contemporary novels that have inspired her book (The White Book, Checkout 19, Autobiography of Red, Lincoln in the Bardo, Multiple Choice, The Familiar, Grief is a Thing With Feathers – note the second book on the extremely impressive Desmond Elliott longlist to show Max Porter’s direct influence) Maddie Mortimer describes the book brilliantly by saying “There are three narrative threads in the book that are not only in constant communication, but are actively competing against one another to ‘tell’ the story. The events happening in Lia’s past and present are mapped onto the landscape of her body, the first person eats away at the third, there are fragments of anatomical science and religious philosophy, of poetry, painting and dance and typographic moments where words drip, or swell, as if magnified — they mirror and bend. By experimenting with form like this, by shifting between styles and building up patterns to pick at and unravel I found that the novel had become about the very act of storytelling; about the way we choose to frame our lives, and which version of ourselves we let take the lead. As Lia (an illustrator with a vast imagination) nears death, she is attempting to make sense of her choices, her illness. The piecing together of self is her final creative act.” Because the basic plot of the novel, is about a woman and children’s book writer-illustrator Lia who has had a return (and spreading) of the breast cancer which first arose shortly after the birth of her Yellow-loving child Iris (now highly perceptive and recently started at secondary school). The other key human characters are: Lia’s husband Harry (a University lecturer with a hobby as a Gardener); her mother Anne, now widowed after the death of her high-Anglican and deeply faithful Parish-Priest husband Peter and whose relationship with the rebellious Amelia has always been marked by mutual judgement and suspicion and who now elderly (and scrawny pigeon or generously Dove-like in appearance) struggles with how to deal with, as well as make theological sense of, her daughter’s illness; Matthew – how came to the Vicarage as a waif and stray when he was 15 and Lia 11, and who was effectively adopted as something of a (to Lia) preferred prodigal by Anne and Peter, before becoming an on-off lover of Lia for many years (starting when she was just 15) but who now is something of a Fossil-ised memory for her. But the most distinctive character is a first-person voice, which (at least at first) I interpreted as Lia’s long-dormant, now reappearing cancer and one which sets out to explore the interior contours, pathways, vessels and organs of her body. There the voice encounters the aggressive Red chemotherapy treatment sent to destroy the cancer and the group of those who are part of Lia’s past and present (who he sees as Yellow, The Gardener, The Dove, The Fossil and so on) which in turn leads to his exploration bringing long dormant memories to life. All of this captured not just through an often poetic prose shot through with cultural reference, and with an active exploration of words and meaning, but in a fluid and varying typography – starting with the use of bold and italics as signifiers of voice, but incorporating varying font sizes and then even non standard text orientation. And increasingly the various already porous barriers in the book: the past and the present; the exterior and the interior; Lia’s body and thoughts and the almost constant presence in them of the cancer – largely disappear. So that for example the voice increasingly becomes part of Lia. And there is a remarkable scene with Lia and family attending a dance performance where the voice choreographs the set of internal characters (Yellow etc) on the exterior stage. Really this description only touches the surface of a novel which is all about what goes on underneath that surface (both literally and figuratively – although the very distinction between literal and figurative, physical and mental, experience and memory is one the book implicitly rejects). What I think is most impressive about the book is that put all the experimentation to one side and this would still be a deeply thoughtful book about the human condition with a complex and involving plot and a series of fully realised characters. Be it: the mother/daughter relationship (as experienced from both sides and across multiple generations); Fatherhood and being the partner of a cancer sufferer (there is a brilliant aside when Harry picks up Lia from a hospital appointment wearing the expression he has on Iris’s first day at a new school); the very complex and nuanced exploration of faith/loss of faith (with Anne/Peter/Matthew and Lia all on their own non-linear journeys); school playground politics and dynamics; long term on-off relationships or terminal illness – the book has nuance and depth. The author herself spoke about how this developed over the course of the book: for all the play and ‘fizz’ there were also simple delights that emerged unexpectedly along the way. I learnt that a fully realised character or frank, honest dialogue can be just as poetic as a perfectly constructed metaphor, or a bit of clever word play. This, I think, is growing up. It’s realising that you have nothing to prove. It’s leaving your coat and scarf and pretension in the hall, taking the hands of your characters, and letting them lead you through the house. A comment which I think shows the maturity lacking from many other “literary” or “experimental” books (many of which either are content just to play with form, or which are largely didactic) but which is present in abundance in this really excellent book – one which (returning to the opening quote – taken from the book) has learnt the need for story and human example. Hugely recommended. ...more |
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2nd in my 2022 Booker Prize longlist rankings - my Bookstagram rating, ranking, summary review and Book themed Golden Retriever photo is here:: https:
2nd in my 2022 Booker Prize longlist rankings - my Bookstagram rating, ranking, summary review and Book themed Golden Retriever photo is here:: https://www.instagram.com/p/ChHzX-TMI... A really fascinating and distinctive fictional examination of the effects of colonization – ranging from artistic appropriation, through language (cleverly both external dialogue and internal monologue) to the legacy of violence. The novel begins with an English artist – Mr Lloyd – travelling to a remote Irish Gaelic-speaking island off the West coast of Ireland where he intends to paint. Ostensibly he is travelling to paint the cliffs but he is also interested in all aspects of the traditional life of the islanders, starting by insisting on being rowed across the island in line with pictures he has seen in a book – and seems keen to emulate Gauguin and his work based around Noa Noa. The island is now largely denuded of population – and his main interactions are with one three generational family: the matriarch Bean Uí Néill, her daughter Mairéad (whose father, husband and brother all died in one fishing accident) and her son James (Séamas) Gillan; Francis (Mairéad’s husband’s brother – a fisherman on the mainland but still very influential on the island - who wants to take his dead brother’s place in her bed) and Mícheál (a trader and boatman). Shortly after his arrival on the Island to a frosty reception (particularly around any hints that he wants to paint the inhabitants rather than the cliff), he is disturbed when another visitor arrives on the island: a Frenchman “JP” Masson – a linguist determined to save the Irish language and using the Island both to preserve the particular dialect spoken and as a research case study for the way the language is being contaminated by English influences over time and across generations. The two take an immediate dislike to each other – JP due to Mr Lloyd’s corrupting influence on the island’s linguistic evolution, Mr Lloyd due to JP’s disruption of the peace he needs for his art – while both compete in different ways for the affection of the attractive Mairéad. Over time we understand more of both visitors drivers: Lloyd’s part-estranged wife is a successful modern art dealer and exhibitor who has derided his traditional painting as derivative – when James starts to show some artistic promise (to his chagrin pointing out issues in Lloyd’s painting) he both uses Lloyd’s ideas to improve his own art and proposes the idea of a joint exhibition of their work in London (with the rabbit hunting James – who is desperate to avoid his inevitable fate as a fisherman on the Island – to accompany him and start at art school). JP is the son of a French soldier and an Algerian mother his father met on active duty – and is conflicted by his own past with a preference for assimilation in France over retaining his mother’s colonised Arabic language. The first real strength of the book alongside the themes it examines is its use of interior monologue. Lloyd’s thoughts start fragmentary both reflecting his uncertainty around his status on the Island and his examination of everything he sees as a potential (and often actual) subject for his continuing sketching, but gaining in confidence over time as he starts to assimilate James’s advice and ideas. JP, initially confident of his welcome on the Island and in love with language, starts both fluent, wordy and heavily figurative – before over time moving into both a more academic and more suspicious register as the Islanders make it clear he is as guilty of appropriation as Lloyd. James’s voice is more formative and explorative – as he tries to absorb the interrelated possibilities both of art and of escape/a new identity. Mairéad’s is still haunted by the loss of her husband and her desire to make her own life choices within the duties and responsibilities placed on her by others, not least the Francis. The author is also particularly dexterous in switching from interior monologue immediately and seamlessly to dialogue or to another character’s interior - with the two streams blending seamlessly together. The second is the way that the main storyline – which can seem at first like a timeless fable, interacts with the other part of the book: a chilling and historically precise description of the circumstances leading to the death of the victims of the Northern Irish Troubles in 1979. At first this seems like an odd mix, then over time changes into a thematic counterpoint (as my comments imply) but by the end the two storylines gradually but impactfully bleeding into each other – with first the characters discussing what they hear on the radio of the atrocities but eventually them considering how the events impact on their own plans. Overall highly recommended – and a book which lingers in the mind and in which my review covers only a fraction of the ideas and involved (for example the extensive discussion of art) or the novels strengths (for example the brilliantly wry dialogue of the islanders to and about Lloyd and later JP). ...more |
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Now shortlisted for the 2022 Booker Prize. 3rd in my longlist rankings (and my top ranked book to make the shortlist) - my Bookstagram rating, ranking Now shortlisted for the 2022 Booker Prize. 3rd in my longlist rankings (and my top ranked book to make the shortlist) - my Bookstagram rating, ranking, summary review and Book themed Golden Retriever photo is here: https://www.instagram.com/p/ChKBUTts0... A gem of a novel and one which was just as good on a post Booker longlist re-read. It also thankfully acts as a counter example to two if the most pernicious trends in literary fiction: that quality is correlated to length and literary merit to being transgressive or misanthropic. It was also winner of the 2022 Orwell Prize for Political Fiction (from an incredibly strong shortlist) and 2022 Kerry Group Irish novel of the Year having previously been shortlisted for the Folio Prize - its length making is sadly too short for the Women's Prize. Hilary Mantel, Colm Toibin and Damon Galgut all picked in the New Statesman Book of 2021 feature. ORIGINAL PRE PUBLICATION REVIEW 9/21 A strong 2022 Prize contender. Was it possible to carry on along through all the years, the decades, through an entire life, without once being brave enough to go against what was there and yet call yourself a Christian, and face yourself in the mirror? Claire Keegan is an award winning short story writer, publisher of two short story collections. One of her most famous and lauded stories “Foster” was later expanded by her and published by Faber and Faber as a hugely acclaimed novella. This her fourth book is also best thought of as a novella – on winning the rights to publish it Faber I felt captured it beautifully as “an exquisite wintery parable” – and although I read this book at the end of August I think it would make an ideal Christmas gift or holiday reading – it almost has something of the nature of “A Christmas Carol”. The book is spread over less than 100 generously spaced pages – but I imagine for this author that is something of a wide canvass on which to paint, and she manages to capture brilliantly a man (his difficult past, his ostensibly happy present, but also his sense of disquiet and finally his decision to take a stand on a point of principle regardless of the cost), the difficult history of a nation and its infamous Magdalen Laundries and to make a timeless fable. And all of it rendered in pitch perfect prose. The book is set in Ireland in late 1985 – the third party protagonist is Bill Furlong who runs a successful coal and timber business. Bill was born to a single mother in 1946, who was taken in by the widow for who she had been working as a domestic. Bill was mercilessly teased at school for his status and lost his mother at 12, but had some stability from the widow and her farmhand who acted as something of foster parents to him – the widow then giving him some capital to start a coal and timber business. Now Bill is married and the father of five girls – the oldest two of which already attend the well-regarded local Catholic school. Bill at the time of the book is strangely disquieted at the poverty he sees around him (rather to the dismay of his wife who seems him as a soft touch) – but his crisis comes when he visits the local convent (which is also a laundry) only to be shocked by the mental and physical condition and predicament of some of the girls he sees there. The reassurances of the nuns and the warnings from both his wife and other women, firstly that the girls are undeserving and secondly not to take on the establishment power of the Catholic Church (not least due to the repercussions for his other three daughter’s chances of being accepted in the school) serve only to spur him on. Overall this is a beautiful book - and a perfect Christmas present. My thanks to Faber and Faber for an ARC via NetGalley ...more |
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Now shortlisted for the 2022 Booker Prize - which (having first read the book in June 2021) lead my to a second read as part of a back to back re-read
Now shortlisted for the 2022 Booker Prize - which (having first read the book in June 2021) lead my to a second read as part of a back to back re-read of the four Amgash series books: “My Name is Lucy Barton”, “Anything is Possible”, “Oh, William” and “Lucy By The Sea” (due to be published October 2022). I think the best way to regard this series is as a series of three novels – which are ideally read as back to back due to the way they strongly complement each other and with the short story collection “Anything Is Possible” seen as more of a companion volume. This book was 9th in my Booker longlist rankings - my Bookstagram rating, ranking, summary review and Book themed Golden Retriever photo is here: https://www.instagram.com/p/ChYcUdIo3... 2021 REVIEW “Because I am a novelist, I have to write this almost like a novel, but it is true – as true as I can make it. And I want to say – oh, it is difficult to know what to say” This novel is the third in Elizabeth Strout’s “Amgash” series – although perhaps better thought of as her Lucy Barton collection after the first novel in that series “My Name is Lucy Barton”. This book is I think best seen as a fairly direct sequel to that novel and best read back to back with it (with “Anything is Possible” a companion set of short stories which illuminate both novels). As an aside I was typing this review while listening to the Women's Prize online short list reading event featuring Yaa Gyasi and Claire Fuller - and both when asked for a writer than inspired them picked Elizabeth Strout (and Yaa Gyasi specifically "My Name is Lucy Barton" for its depiction of mother-daughter relationships) In that book we hear something of Lucy’s first husband William – of his upbringing (son of a girl who ran away with an ex German Prisoner of War on his return to America) and of the early disintegration of their marriage with its roots in Lucy’s spell in hospital which is the centrepiece of the novel. But we do not hear too much as Lucy as a writer (for the conceit of the novel is that it is actually a book written by Lucy years later when she is a successful novelist – at least in the eyes of others) is unable to tell it, as she says there …….. This is not the story of my marriage, I cannot tell that story: I cannot take hold of it, or lay out for anyone, the many swamps and grasses and pockets of fresh air and dank air that have gone over us. But I can tell you this; My mother was right: I had trouble in my marriage. And when the girls were nineteen and twenty years old, I left their father, and we have both remarried. There are days when I feel I love him more than I did when I was married to him, but that is an easy thing to think – we are free of each other, and yet not, and never will be. But in this novel, set many years later, starts by contrast “I would like to say a few things about my first husband, William. William has lately been through some very sad events – many of us have – but I would like to mention them, it feels almost like a compulsion; he is seventy one years old. My second husband, David, died last year, and in my grief for him I have felt grief for William as well” As circumstances/events in her own life and that of William (the break up of a marriage, some news on his mother’s early life) both change the dynamic of the relationship between Lucy and William (and their two now adult children), while giving Lucy the chance to finally tell the story of her marriage, a story written in and around the story of what happens to her and William after these events – a story which, just like the conversations with her mother on the hospital bed allow Lucy to obliquely re-evaluate her own past, her actions and character and the actions of others. Just as in the first novel the most heart-wrenching parts of the book are when Lucy reflects on small (or sometimes large) acts of kindness from others which she still remembers to this day - the impacts of which, the reader intuits, would astonish those who did them. And I think it is in that spirit that the moving dedication “And to anyone who needs it – this is for you” is written. In some cases also Lucy reflects on the equally lasting impact of more hurtful remarks or expressions – again one feels that the person making them would never have realised the harm of their remarks. And this I think gets to another key part of the novel – Lucy’s increasing realisation that, despite being a novelist writing realist fiction, it is almost impossible to know what others think, feel or believe – a brave allusion for Elizabeth Strout as an author famous for what Hilary Mantel calls her “perfect attunement to the human condition”. Overall I think a must read for any fans of Lucy Barton. But when I think Oh William!, don’t I mean Oh Lucy! too? Don’t I mean Oh Everyone, Oh dear Everybody in this whole wide world, we do not know anybody, not even ourselves! Except a little tiny, tiny bit we do. But we are all mythologies, mysterious. 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