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Beryl Bainbridge – Harriet Said

31 Monday Oct 2016

Posted by Lady Fancifull in Fiction, Literary Fiction, Reading

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Beryl Bainbridge, Book Review, Harriet Said

The Corruption of Innocence

harriet-said-grant-introI surrendered into reading Beryl Bainbridge’s first novel with great delight. Harriet Said shows Bainbridge’s lush, dark, comedic writing was perfectly placed from the start. Originally written in 1958, the book did not find a publisher until 1972, because its story-line and characters were thought to be repulsive. It was only because later written and published books – A Weekend With Claude, Another Part of the Woods, in the late 60s had established Bainbridge as a class, unique voice, that this earlier book found its publisher

A shocking crime had been committed by two teenage girls in Christchurch, New Zealand, in 1954, the Parker-Hulme case. It was the nature of the crime, the fact that it was premeditated, and that two girls, aged 15 and 16, who should, according to the thinking of the time, have been innocent, sweet young things, which was so deeply disturbing. Bainbridge takes this into her rather different story, which nonetheless has supposedly innocent girls with a corrupting friendship, a potential power struggle for supremacy between the two, and the involvement of lonely, weak, predatory men.

She drops the ages of her protagonists by a couple of years, making events still more shocking. Set on the North-West coast, shortly after the end of the Second World War, it is the long summer holiday. The un-named narrator is 13 years old, She is not the favoured child in her family. Her mother gives all her love to her youngest child, and there are clearly tensions between her parents. Her best friend is the prettier, more knowing 14 year old Harriet. Harriet looks younger, more girlish, less womanly than her 13 year old friend. Harriet is hugely manipulative, not just of her friend, but also of her own mother. She too comes from a family where the dynamics are not particularly healthy. The relationship between the two girls causes great unease, and attempts have been made to separate them; the thirteen year old has been sent away to school to try and break that friendship. There have been ‘incidents’ with young men previously, Italian POWs from a nearby camp. And these may have been instigated by the girls. Each is seen as a potentially corrupting influence on the other

Jelly fish, Formby Beach, photo by Colin Lane

           Jelly fish, Formby Beach, photo by Colin Lane

This is a novel about the power a young girl can feel she has when she realises her allure, and wants to play with the fire of her power. Team two girls together, with a relationship between them which supports dysfunction further, and where neither has the checks and balances which might be given by healthy family dynamics and disturbing things can happen

One publisher rejected her book, at the time of first submission on these grounds:

what repulsive little creatures you have made the two central characters, repulsive almost beyond belief! And I think the scene in which the two men and the two girls meet in the Tsar’s house is too indecent and unpleasant even for these lax days. What is more, I fear that even now a respectable printer would not print it!.

‘The Tsar’ is the nickname the girls give to a weak, 60 year old man, unhappily married, whom one of them has a crush on.

Slightly unsober, slightly dishevelled, always elegant, he swayed moodily past us through all the days of our growing up

No one is ‘off the hook’ in this one – instead, there is an acknowledgement of all-round culpability, though the adults ‘should’ have been the ones taking control of their daughters.

And it is the writing which makes this a terrific book, a shocking book – but not a salacious, lingering, gratuitous one.

Bainbridge’s mordant humour and her artist’s eye (she was also a fine painter) create arresting, unusual, captivating images :

At the gate of the Canon’s house stood a group of men, standing in a circle with legs like misshapen tulips, trousers tied at the knee with string

The subject is shocking, the writing is delicious. She has the ability to lure the reader in, give them the comfort of her craft, so you sink beneath the words as into a warm bath – only to find that under the fragrant bubbles, the bath is full of razor blades.

So, here, early in the novel, the two friends go mooching along the Formby coast:

All the time I kept looking for interesting objects left stranded by the tide. There were no end of things Harriet and I had found. Whole crates of rotten fruit, melons and oranges and grapefruit, swollen up and bursting with salt water, lumps of meat wrapped in stained cotton sheets through which the maggots tunnelled if the weather was warm, and stranded jelly fish, purple things, obscene and mindless. Harriet drove sticks of wood into them but they were dead

I love the way she builds unease, image on image, and we know, instantly, Harriet is a dangerous young girl. But she is also an imaginative, reflective and rather astute one. The girls have kept a kind of journal (Harriet’s) for years. Harriet dictates what shall be written in the book, the un-named narrator writes it

All the best parts in the book were written years ago when we didn’t know the proper names for things. We are limited now by knowing how to express ourselves. It sounds worse perhaps, but we can’t go back

I was offered a digital version of this, as an ARC, by the excellent Open Road Media, who are bringing this out in digital version in the States on November 1st. As always, with this company, the digitisation is excellently done

The original Parker-Hulme case had been rather different in its trajectory than this story Bainbridge wove from the dangerous friendship of two corrupt, yet naïve young girls. It had inspired Peter Jackson’s 1994 film, Heavenly Creatures, which told the original story. In a weird postscript, journalists searching for what had happened to the two teenagers, found that though they had had no further contact with each other, they were both now living in Scotland, less than 100 miles distance from each other. And one of them was a fairly well known popular novelist. It almost sounds like a fictional plot twist, one which, perhaps a novelist would have rejected as too contrived to be employed. Truth often stranger than fiction, and all that.beryl-bainbridge-580_44263a

I also remembered two earlier shout outs on this one so an pingy thingying excellent reviews by cleopatralovesbooks and also by HeavenAli

There is nothing ‘supernatural’ in this, but it does seem an apposite post for All Hallow’s Eve,  as there is definitely a sulphurous whiff of evil afoot – human malevolence though, which perhaps we project onto ‘supernatural forces’ precisely because we don’t want to own what we can be wickedly capable of, all by ourselves

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Susan Hill – The Travelling Bag

21 Friday Oct 2016

Posted by Lady Fancifull in Fiction, Horror, Literary Fiction, Reading, Short stories

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Book Review, Ghost story, Susan Hill, The Travelling Bag, The Travelling Bag and Other Ghostly Stories

Well written ghostlies, but creating mild goose-bumps rather than uncontrollable shivers

the-travelling-bagSusan Hill is always worth reading, and she does the ghostly brigade well, though I must confess to wishing for a little more of those factors which would have had me whimpering in slight fear, and turning on all the lights. She did this marvellously of course in The Woman In Black, knowing how to turn up the volume knob of terror slowly and inexorably.

This moderately long story collection comprises 4 tales of the ghostly, and whilst they are well done, the first two did not create any unease in me at all – possibly because the chosen constructions for both stories tended to minimise and undercut fear in the reader, because fear was not really there for the narrator.

The first story, The Travelling Bag is not the narrator’s own story, and so there is a distance from emotion, through the using of one person to tell another’s story. This makes it a ghost story told as entertainment, so I was not surprised to find no hairs rising on the back of my neck, though there might well be some vivid images which make certain readers feel a little whimpery and uneasy!

Boy Number 21 also has a device which turns the fearful volume knob down. The narrator is reminded of an event from his long ago childhood. This concerns the paranormal. At the time, others in his circle were a bit spooked, but he himself was not, so, really, the absence of the narrator’s fear didn’t stir mine

Degas: Intérieur

Degas: Intérieur

It was only the third, and really, the fourth story which made me get close to any kind of feeling spooked and a bit scared – and that, after all, is surely one of the reasons we like ghost stories (those of us that do)

The central characters in the last two are female, as indeed the possible spookers are. What makes it work is that the characters the reader is being encouraged to identify with are uneasy, and becoming increasingly so, as the story progresses, so we have mounting fear going on. In the third story, Alice Baker, the inexplicable spooky goings on take place in the mundane surroundings of the typing pool in an office block.

The last story, The Front Room, was the one which most satisfied my desire for being a bit scared, set in an unexceptional twenties suburban house, at a time pretty close to the present, as DVD players and TVs figure! What makes for a better fear factor is that everyone, bar the source, is in the end scared. And this includes small children, which somehow made the scary happenings more sinister and potent.

The Monkey's Paw - W.W. Jacobs - scariest ghostly ever, written in 1902

The Monkey’s Paw – W.W. Jacobs – scariest ghostly ever, written in 1902

Hill is an old-fashioned ghost story writer – which I like, in that she focuses most on the psychology of the person being ‘spooked’, not to mention, the psychology of the haunter, so that the journey is about increases in tension rather than the BANG! RATTLE! of a plethora of sudden shocks, clanking chains, groaning coffins and the like which are the territory of what I dismissively think of as ‘Pulpy’ Horror writers.

Though, personally, as stated I do rather like the scare factor of a good ghost story, so would have liked to be a little more terrified, this would be a good one for a reader wanting a milder, gentler shivering turn

Photo credit Ben Graville

        Photo credit Ben Graville

I bought this as a download, but the ‘real’ book by all accounts is a beautifully presented one, and it’s probably particularly well-marketed for a Christmas stocking filler

The Travelling Bag Amazon UK
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Julian Maclaren-Ross – Of Love and Hunger

17 Monday Oct 2016

Posted by Lady Fancifull in Classic writers and their works, Fiction, Literary Fiction, Reading

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#1947 Club, Book Review, Julian Maclaren-Ross, Of Love and Hunger

“Adventurers though, must take things as they find them.
And look for pickings where the pickings are”

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I have come to my posting as part of a co-host of The 1947 Club by Karen of Kaggsy’s Bookish Ramblings and Simon of Stuck In A Book and I am late (by a day) submitting my homework!

of-love-and-hungerIt took a little while for me to fully surrender to Julian Maclaren-Ross’s 1947 published novel, Of Love And Hunger, set primarily in the months leading up to the Second World War. The reason for my hold-back is that Of Love and Hunger, both because of subject matter and its setting, not to mention what I knew of Maclaren-Ross within his literary ‘set’, reminded me forcefully of earlier books by writers who are favourites of mine.

Firstly, Patrick Hamilton whose Hangover Square, written in 1941, and also set in the 1939 build-up to war, inhabits a similar achingly sad territory of a weak man, undone by a hopeless love, and yet with something loveable about him

The second is George Orwell’s 1936 Keep the Aspidistra Flying. Like the central character of Aspidistra, Gordon Comstock, Maclaren-Ross’s Richard Fanshawe is a man from the middle classes with some kind of literary pretentions, and a wearily cynical view of his times. Which are those of economic depression.

Fanshawe has had a prior life of some more influence in ‘Empire’ in Madras, but his nature has led to various failures, both professional and personal, and there are hints that he has handled relationships, romantic, and with his parents, badly, and that thinking about his past is a terrible pain and torment, to be avoided. Like Comstock, Fanshawe lacks a certain grittiness about himself, and is prone to melancholy, and a cynical despair.

Whilst I found both the Hamilton and Orwell much more immediately powerful reads, Maclaren-Ross, Fanshawe and his world began to grow on me. Something in the style of writing, the tension between the short, choppy sentences of Fanshawe’s observations, and the ‘left brain’ dialogue he has with himself, and the ‘unbidden’ recollections (stylised in italic text) which rise from his unwilling memories, and which he attempts to stuff down and silence, felt quite alluring and revealing.

Yes. I’d lost Angela all right. Perhaps if I’d married her when I was home on leave that time, when she’d wanted me to, everything would have been different. I certainly wouldn’t have lost my job

That clippedness, that kind of stiff upper lipped buttoned up emotion is set against the unwanted feelings which threaten to rise up and overwhelm Fanshawe

…we drove along the path that was thick with fallen leaves and up into the wood itself, the tree trunks standing out all around us in the headlamps glare. We bumped to a standstill in the clearing and I cut the engine and the headlamps and there was only the light from the dashboard to see her by: the curly black hair and the high cheek-bones and the eyes set deep that gave her a Russian look and her mouth, her kiss

Maclaren-Ross’s writing began to work on me, and bruised, lost, corrupt, innocent, dishonest, honourable Fanshawe stirred my compassion.

It wasn’t much of a job. Two quid a week less insurance, and commission – if you could get it. After the first fortnight I gave up all hope of getting it, myself. For one thing it was the wrong time of year: Easter just over and the summer not begun: all the big boarding houses down by the seafront closed until the season started. Then again all this talk of war put prospects off. You’d think women’d jump at the chance of having their carpets cleaned buckshee, but no: even demonstrations were hard to get those days. We’d start out canvassing at nine in the morning and be lucky if we finished teatime with four or five apiece. You were supposed to get fourteen. A hundred calls, fourteen dems, three sales. That’s what they taught you at the school. But you didn’t have to be in the game long before you found out that was all a lot of cock

The narrative – heart-breaking, in its quiet way, and also at times very funny indeed follows Fanshawe through a rather hand-to-mouth existence on the edges of poverty as he runs up ‘tick’ with landladies and shopkeepers, trying to earn a living selling vacuum cleaners for a couple of rival firms who are themselves dealing shabbily with their workforce of casual salesmen. Hunger, and the avoidance of it, is a major theme. Love comes stalking Fanshawe, in the guise of Sukie, the wife of a colleague away at sea. Sukie is an equally complex individual, far stronger and more intelligent than Fanshawe – indeed she educates him, both in terms of making him think about politics and class, and about literature.

Maclaren-Ross’s women – Sukie herself, Jacqueline Mowbray, who is one of Fanshawe’s prospective customers, and even Miss Purvis, a fabulous canvasser of customer leads for the rather ineffectual salesmen – are seen as much stronger and more capable personalities.julian-maclaren-ross

This short book, just tipping over 200 pages is a deserved re-issue in Penguin’s Classics collection, conjuring up a world a heart-beat away from war, whilst the ‘little people’ lead their daily lives almost unaware of the larger forces of history which are impacting them.

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Jodi Picoult – Small Great Things

12 Wednesday Oct 2016

Posted by Lady Fancifull in Contemporary Fiction, Fiction, Reading

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Book Review, Jodi Picoult, Small Great Things

‘There is a fire raging, and we have two choices: we can turn our backs, or we can try to fight it’

UK Cover

UK Cover

Back in the summer, a courier unexpectedly gave me an envelope. It contained an unsolicited, mysterious book from publisher Hodder & Stoughton. The book had a black back cover and spine, and a front cover vertically divided into a back half and a white half. Curiously, it had no title, and it had no author. There was only an intriguing hashtag on the spine, in lieu of title : #canyoureadwithoutprejudice. The back cover had the following words on it :

We want you to immerse yourself in this dazzling novel, free from any preconceptions that a cover, title or author can bring. We ask you simply to #readwithoutpredudice.

The front cover had the following words

There are two points in life when we are all equal : At the moment of birth And at the moment of death. It is how we live between that defines us.

So…I found this an irresistible proposition. We almost never DO read without prejudice. We are drawn to an author unknown to us generally because we have heard something about the book chosen. Someone, whether a friend, or another author, or a print or internet review, will have given us conceptions to go by. Or maybe it is a cover, which suggests a book will have a certain tone, style, and may suggest something about the particular qualities of the book.

USA Cover

USA Cover

I freely admit to being extremely prejudiced about covers – I am drawn to covers which suggest some sort of literary quality: they often have a kind of symbolic feel to them, rather than obviously giving clues to content : this suggests to me that there will be a subtlety and depth in writing. ‘Loud’ graphic covers provoke a kind of distaste in me, and rightly or wrongly my assumption is that they will be poorly written, ‘pulp’ fiction.

So………the prospect of a read where I had nothing to guide my reading ship, and I would just have to boldly go, was not one to turn down.

The words on the front suggested, perhaps, this was going to be some kind of magic realist novel, perhaps something mystical/philosophical – Paulo Cuelho territory? I really had no idea

However, the chapter heading suggested something different. It was called stage one, Early Labor (aha! The author was American!) and had the following quote :

Justice will not be served until those who are unaffected are as outraged as those who are

Benjamin Franklin

Ruth Jefferson has been a labo(u)r and delivery nurse for more than twenty years. A highly respected, highly qualified, and exceptionally skilful one, both with the medical side and with the therapeutic relationship itself, dealing with the terrors and sometimes the tragedies of the birthing experience as well as its joys, with the expectant family members

Nevertheless Turk Bauer and his wife Brittany take exception to Ruth when she is assigned to carry out the post-delivery check-up on their new baby, Davis. They insist that Ruth shall not have any involvement in Davis’ care, and the hospital duly affix a note to the baby’s medical notes.

A medical emergency happens for Davis, and Ruth is the only person in the room when his breathing fails. What is she to do? Disobey her hospital’s instructions and take immediate action which might save Davis before the emergency medical team arrive? Do nothing?

This is the first dilemma

Little Davis dies as a result of the emergency

Potentially, the hospital itself might face a lawsuit for negligence. Instead, it is Ruth who faces the charge of negligence, and is suspended, pending investigation.

Far worse is to happen, as a criminal prosecution is filed against Ruth. The charge will be murder and involuntary manslaughter.

What on earth has happened here? Why have the Bauers insisted that Ruth Jefferson not be allowed to touch their new born baby? And why did the hospital accede to that request, when Jefferson’s twenty year record is not only impeccable, but exceptional?

Turk and Brittany Bauer are White Supremacists. Ruth Jefferson is Black.

Baby Bauer’s case note instructions stated: No African American Personnel to Care For This Patient.

Ruth is the only African American nurse.

All my life I have promised…that if you work hard, and do well, you will earn your place. I’ve said that we are not impostors, that what we strive for and get, we deserve. What I neglected to tell…was that at any moment, these achievements might still be yanked away

This book explores, obviously, not just the story of the specific individuals : Ruth, the Bauers, Ruth’s defence lawyer, Kennedy, but prejudice, particularly racial prejudice, not merely the prejudice which far right extremists espouse, but prejudice ingrained, inbuilt within the way a society functions. And does this within the form of a cracking, page-turning thriller

I am struggling to find a way to make him believe that in spite of this, we have to put one foot in front of the other every day and pray it will be better the next time the sun rises. That if our legacy is not entitlement, it must be hope.

Because if it’s not, then we become the shiftless, the wandering, the conquered. We become what they think we are.

Although I had no idea who the writer was, (never revealed in the book, not even in the interesting afterword) I was aware of the ball-park the writer came from. They were, I thought, female, and were not a literary writer, but a writer of populist fiction who did this well. And I thought this book was done very well. The reader is constantly finding that characters, all characters, have their own perceptions and beliefs challenged. As do readers. Unconscious prejudices against ‘other’ exist in all of us, and what this book does well is make readers – who may well believe they are ‘without prejudice’ realise how deeply prejudice may lie.

I read this in early summer, and found it a deeply unsettling, challenging, thought provoking read. How much more disturbing and chilling it seems now, as we head towards the possibility of a Presidential election which could deliver extremity into power. How much more disturbing and chilling it seems now, with the rise of what is called ‘Populist Politics’ And how terrifying that populism is retrograde, reactionary, fear-and-anger driven, hate driven.

Small Great Things is due to be published on 11th October in the States, but not until 22nd November in the UK. By which time we will know which way ‘populism’ happened in America itself

The quote at the review head is from the author’s afterword

 I think this is an important book, with uncomfortable, challenging things to say. My sense that the book was written by a fine writer who nonetheless did not feel like a ‘literary’ writer came from the fact that as complex as she allows the ideas to be (and she does) and as complex as she allows the characters to be (and she does) something in the author’s voice prevents me from being taken inside characters.

So I am also left thinking further about just what is it that leads me to think something is literary fiction – it’s not just about ‘do I think this is a good book’ or not – there are books which clearly ARE literary fiction but might not be good ones!  (in my opinion)

What do you think defines literary fiction?

It was this book that had me creating the category Contemporary Fiction, because I had nowhere I could properly assign it. I have added the category to several earlier books – including some which are also, clearly, literary (all of Patrick Flanery’s for example) though I see Amazon has him listed in their rankings for books as Contemporary only and has this one listed in both Literary and Contemporary! My personal definition for this new category is that the book is saying something quite definitely and consciously about the wider contemporary society it is set in, and is not purely about the specific characters the story is about, but that, in some ways, they are ‘containers’ for that wider society. Perhaps the big difference for me with Literary which is also Contemporary is that whilst I am for sure aware with Flanery, that his characters ‘contain’ each of them is far more than that, so that unique, recognisable individuality and voice is what hits first, and what they represent is equally integral.jodi-picoult

I shall be intrigued to hear the views of those who read, or have already read this book. Literary? Contemporary? Literary Contemporary? Legal thriller? All of those things?

For sure, Picoult made me think long and hard about all sorts of things, which generally only lit-fic does, but, still I don’t quite think this is. 

Small Great Things Amazon UK published 22nd November
Small Great Things Amazon USA published 11th October

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Anthony Horowitz – Magpie Murders

10 Monday Oct 2016

Posted by Lady Fancifull in Crime and Detective Fiction, Fiction, Lighter-hearted reads, Reading

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Anthony Horowitz, Book Review, Classic Crime Fiction, Crime Fiction, Golden-Age Crime Fiction, Magpie Murders

5 stars for Atticus Pünd and another 5 stars for his careful editor Susan Ryeland

magpie-murdersSusan Ryeland is a literary editor for Cloverleaf Books, a small, independent publisher whose success is primarily dependent on one man, ‘Golden-Age’ crime writer Alan Conway. Well, to be properly precise, Golden-Age-Crime-Genre writer, as Conway, like the rest of us, lives in modern times. Conway, of course, is the author of the hugely successful Atticus Pünd series of detective novels, and the series is an homage to Agatha Christie, amongst others, in many ways. A BBC TV series is pending, and the latest book in the series, Magpie Murders, is enticingly waiting for Ryeland’s editing work to start.

Ms Ryeland introduces herself, and then the first half of the book which you might be considering reading is Conway’s manuscript, as submitted to Cloverleaf Books. It’s helpful to keep that in mind, as you peruse, as the book entitled Magpie Murders, by the author Anthony Horowitz, also has much involvement from Susan!

Sometimes, authors play tricks games and deceptions on their readers, and we resent untoward, unsubtle manipulations, and sometimes – as here – the more we are tricked, distracted, deceived and toyed with, the more we love it, gasping at authorial audacity, crowing with delight as rug after rug is whipped from under us, and as every clue we cry ‘AHA!!! ‘about turns out to be a herring of reddish hue, we want to applaud the author for his cleverness and our own naïveté

This is a most delicious romp. I can’t really say more, because I think the less the reader knows about the journey Horowitz will take them on, the more they may enjoy it. He is a consummate craftsman of the genre, and it was a complete delight to surrender to his writerly skills

All I would say, is that the decision to allow to Susan introduce herself first is an extremely good one, stylistically. It prevents the sort of sudden tricksy surprises an author might spring which leave the reader feeling cheated – information which should have been revealed, withheld by authorial contrivance, only. And what it also does is create an interesting double perspective right at the start, and reads one way, with another reading possibility lurking whisperingly in the mind.

I enjoyed this so much that I could hardly bear to put the book down, and was also MAKING myself only read in short bursts, as I really wanted to prolong the pleasure for as long as possible.

If you are an aficionado of Golden-Age Crime writing, particularly Christie, I expect you will enjoy it even more, due to the little synchronicities which you will recognise. But, fear not, because if these pass you by, because you aren’t familiar enough, (they did me!) Ms Ryeland is remarkably helpful so that the innocent can still appreciate the jokes!

There is also some no doubt helpful advice, for those plotting their own detective novels, from Ryeland’s years of appreciation of the genre, and the editorial skills she brings to bear on her work, when reading submissions from prospective authors:

If there is one thing that unites all the detectives I’ve ever read about, it’s their inherent loneliness. The suspects know each other. They may well be family or friends. But the detective is always the outsider. He asks necessary questions but he doesn’t actually form a relationship with anyone. He doesn’t trust them, and they in turn are afraid of him. It’s a relationship based entirely on deception and it’s one that ultimately, goes nowhere.

I received this, as an ARC, from the publisher via NetGalley. And have to say, to my huge joy, given the subject matter, there were quite a lot of formatting and typo mistakes. Not having seen the ‘out on the shelves’ version, I can’t say whether these are deliberate or not, but they did add to the fun for me, rather than irritate!

Let me leave the last word to the erudite, literary Ryeland:

I’m not sure it actually matters what we read. Our lives continue along the straight lines that have been set out for us. Fiction merely allows us a glimpse of the alternative. Maybe that’s one of the reasons we enjoy it

And the designer of that delectable cover should be commended, something Kindlers horowitzmiss

The final word will be mine, after all: those amongst us who are a little squeamish about dripping-with-gore-crime-fiction, rest assured that though there are a couple of quick arresting images which might cause those who are easy visualisers to become a bit squeamy for a moment, this is not lovingly dwelled on – we are, after all, in Golden-Age territory before serial slashers and their ilk began predictably stalking the pages of crime fiction, casually dismembering women (particularly beautiful ones)

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Alain de Botton – The Course of Love

07 Friday Oct 2016

Posted by Lady Fancifull in Fiction, Literary Fiction, Reading, Romance

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Alain de Botton, Attachment Theory, Book Review, The Course of Love

Novel ‘novel’

the-course-of-loveAlain de Botton’s new novel, is, I think more of a psychoanalytical and philosophical investigation into the nature of love interspersed within the story of a particular couple. For example, something which a lot of novels (but not all) have, as ways to keep the reader engaged and turning pages, is an as yet-unknown journey – a plot of some unpredictability.

Our understanding of love has been hijacked and beguiled by its first distractingly moving moments. We have allowed our love stories to end way too early. We seem to know far too much about how love starts, and recklessly little about how it might continue

de Botton ensures, right from the start that the reader knows absolutely the major staging posts of this journey. There are five major sections – and I am tempted to call them Acts, like an Elizabethan play, and each Act has several scenes within it. (or chapters). These are named, and we are thereby told what will happen in ‘The Course of Love’ : Romanticism; Ever After; Children; Adultery; Beyond Romanticism;

Children teach us that love is, in its purest form, a kind of service. The word has grown freighted with negative connotations. An individualistic, self-gratifying culture cannot easily equate contentment with being at someone else’s call. We are used to loving others in return for what they can do for us, for their capacity to entertain, charm or soothe us. Yet babies can do precisely nothing……They teach us to give without expecting anything in return, simply because they need help badly – and we are in a position to provide it

The idea of this being a 5 act play suggested itself to me also because there is within it the idea of ‘playing a role’ – also, in classical tragedy, the chorus comments on the action and ‘de-constructs’ meaning for us, plus, there is an audience, observers, who both watch and are involved – and the role of the chorus is to take the audience out of over-involvement so that the wider picture can be seen, and happenings taken out of ‘this is an individual story’ into something more universal, with lessons for all.

Melancholy isn’t, of course, a disorder that needs to be cured. It’s a species of intelligent grief which arises when we come face to face with the certainty that disappointment is written into the script from the start

Here ‘the actors’ playing their parts, and standing for the rest of us, are Rabih and Kirsten : they are both unique individuals with their own backgrounds and family histories, and ‘everyman and everywoman’. This book follows the trajectory of their lives and relationships, with the main focus being on the internal, often unconscious, emotional landscape which drives what happens externally.

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Interspersed with the events of their lives, both the major and the small, daily, landscape ones, are ‘Alain de Botton’ as the observing chorus, analyst, interpreter. He breaks one of the ‘Creative Writing Skills’ ideas : that is, show, don’t tell, by deliberately doing both. Rabih and Kirsten, for example, might find themselves in an argument over something small which has suddenly come out of nowhere – which glasses should they buy for their table – the argument happens, and then the authorial voice deconstructs what underlies, in psychological terms – very much related to patterns lid down in early childhood – the strong survival instinct responses each are experiencing.

Love is a skill, not just an enthusiasm

There is, for this reader, a fascination to what seems like a literary story, then analysed by a psychotherapist whose background comes from Bowlby’s attachment theory – the primary relationship, which affects all others, is that which the infant and then the small child has with their caregivers. De Botton, the ‘author’ of these explained sections takes us ‘inside the feelings’ of his characters – but, from the outside. We, as indeed they, are invited to understand themselves – and each other

If we are not regularly deeply embarrassed by who we are, the journey to self-knowledge hasn’t begun

I can quite clearly see that if what the reader is after is a more unpredictable story line, if what the reader wants is to submerge empathically with Rabih, Kirsten or both, de Botton’s simultaneous pull-you-in, pull-you-out-and-now-think-about-the-trajectories-of-your-own-relationships might annoy, but, for myself, I found it a wonderful piece of writing, even if I’m not quite certain what to call it.alain-de-botton-small-pic

I was underlining here, there and everywhere (mainly in the ‘authorial/analysis of subtext sections)

This was provided as a review copy, from the publishers, via NetGalley

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Michelle Paver – Thin Air

05 Wednesday Oct 2016

Posted by Lady Fancifull in Fiction, Horror, Literary Fiction, Reading

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Book Review, Ghost story, Himalayas, Kangchenjunga, Michelle Paver, Thin Air

Not quite as Dark as ‘Matter’ but casting its own creeping, chilly shadow…..

thin-airI had thoroughly shivered and enjoyed, in terror, Michelle Paver’s earlier, chilly-set Dark Matter, so I was both delighted and a little worried when offered Thin Air, with a similarly chilly – though elevated, setting. My worry was literary, rather than the cold terror which I ideally was hoping to find – those of us who like stories involving the ghostly are, after all, WANTING the clammy neck, the sweaty palms, the jumping at shadows experience – and thankful for the ability to blaze lightbulbs all around, rather than the flicker of candles in the darkness of the night.

The literary worry was that there are always challenges when a writer manages something near perfection, and then repeats the same kind of recipe – will the reader have become wise to the particular authorial tricks, see them coming, and so not be able to feel and viscerally experience them, instead, stand outside and analyse

Well, yes, to a certain extent this did happen for me here, and has become responsible for a ‘like’ rather than a ‘love’ experience. It’s difficult to judge whether if THIS has been my first experience of a ghostly Paver, rather than Dark Matter, if this would have been the 5 and that the 4 – but I suspect not. One of the factors which made Dark Matter work so very well was that the central character was very much alone, which intensified the terror, the strangeness, the isolation.

Although Thin Air is still set in a forbidding, challenging cold landscape – one of the Himalayas, Kangchenjunga, there are many more people in this story so there isn’t quite the feeling of isolation which made Dark Matter so powerful.

Kangchenjunga East Face, from Zemu Glacier, Wiki

Kangchenjunga East Face, from Zemu Glacier, (a scary face) Wiki

The period is shortly before the outbreak of the Second World War. A group of 5 British climbers (and a larger group of accompanying Sherpas) are attempting to climb Everest’s third highest mountain by its most difficult, inaccessible route. One which has already been responsible for deaths, and which the Sherpas, undertaking their role only because of course they need to make a living, have grave doubts over. The Sherpas are far more aware of ‘supernatural forces’ and the need to respect the mountain, and also propitiate, by ritual, forces which might need propitiation or avoidance. There are conflicts between this approach and the forces of ‘rationality’ which denies any of those forces, which the scientific, left-brain British team represent.

Within the British climbing team, there are other, interesting conflicts, most clearly seen in sibling rivalry between Christopher ‘Kits’ Pearce, highly ambitious, successful mountaineer, and his brother Stephen, who is narrator. Stephen is a late choice for the team who are to proceed to the summit. He is a doctor, and a far more complex, introspective and open-minded character than Kits.

There are some mysteries and shadows over an earlier, unsuccessful attempt on Kangchenjunga by the ‘bad’ route. Stephen has a sensitivity towards the Sherpas and their intuition, plus a susceptibility to ‘feeling the atmosphere’ which his brother lacks. Nevertheless, he is a scientist, a rational man, so is also aware of the profound effects produced by altitude sickness. So there is an interesting conundrum for him – is he a classic ‘unreliable narrator’ – is what is going on ‘imaginings’ brought about by mountain fever and the altered physiology of oxygen starvation, or are there external realities. It is not just the reader who wonders, we follow Stephen’s wonderings.

Kangchenjunga, South-West Face, Wiki

Kangchenjunga, South-West Face, (another scary face) Wiki

To help us along and to decide whether the Sherpas or the rationalists should be trusted, there is a dog (just as there were dogs in Dark Matter) But, of course, a dog would also be experiencing altitude sickness…………..

As I got further into the book I was able to leave the memories of Dark Matter behind, and surrender to Paver’s telling of THIS tale

And my enjoyment and shiver mounted with the appearance of the terrifying object, deployed so brilliantly in one of the best and most shivery ‘ghosts’ I ever read – W.W.Jacobs’ The Monkey’s Paw. Paver has an object, and I whimpered anxiously as it brought the added accretion of my memory of Jacobs’ story into the roompaver-thin-air

I received this as an ARC from the publishers via NetGalley. It will be published, in hardback and digital in the UK on 6th October, and also on that date in digital in the States

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Patrick Modiano – The Black Notebook

03 Monday Oct 2016

Posted by Lady Fancifull in Contemporary Fiction, Fiction, Literary Fiction, Reading

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Book Review, French Literature, Literature in Translation, Mark Polizzotti, Patrick Modiano, The Black Notebook

A sense of Modiano Déjà vu. Of course. Déjà vu

black-notebookThe Black Notebook is set of course in Paris. Paris becomes far more of a stable character with some kind of – if not quite fixed identity– at least more graspable in place and time than the characters we follow in The Black Notebook, a short novella. This is beautifully written of course, and like some swimmy, impressionistic symphony of melancholy. A dusk of greys and blues, slowly growing darker.

The central narrator is a young man, Jean (very similar to the central character of After the Circus, also named Jean) This young man (like that one) begins a curious obsession and relationship with a mysterious slightly older woman. Dannie (like Gisele in After the Circus) is not who she seems. In fact she turns out to have a plethora of aliases, and a series of shadowy connections amongst a group of people who may be, or are, known criminals, political agitators, or both. The shadowy connections Dannie has are under surveillance by the police, and Jean himself is of interest to the police because of his associations with Dannie and the others. And the evasive Dannie herself, dropping veiled hints, clues, is of particular interest to the policeman who figures in these pages. The time is the early 60’s (and the present) and the powers that be are keeping a watchful eye on those of Algerian, Moroccan, connections

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                  Photo by Alfred Eisenstaedt , Paris 1963

The Black Notebook of the title is Jean’s. He carries this around with him, and constantly notes down all kinds of things, the names of streets, appointments, names, stray sentences, things he sees. This is remarkably unsettling for the reader, who is swiftly in the uneasy, watchful territory which is Modiano’s oeuvre. We read on eggshells, waiting for some uncomfortable revelation – and yet there’s a flavour of anticipation and pleasure in not knowing anything. It’s an intensely Romantic – ‘half-in-love-with-easeful-death’ kind of world, as well as an unsettling one. Who is Jean? Who are these mysterious people, Dannie and the others?. Are they (any of them) who they appear to be? What is this notebook? Is Jean himself a police informer? All this will of course (well, some of this, of course) will be revealed as the book progresses.

Since my youth – and even my childhood – I had done nothing but walk, always in the same streets, to the point where time had become transparent

Nothing, no one, not even place, stays the same – because walking side by side with Jean in the 60s, is Jean, 50 years later, reading his Black Notebook., walking the same streets, and aware of his earlier self, walking with memories, trying to find who he was, who he is, and to disentangle events from memories of events, and even from the memories of the memories.

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It took me a little time to settle into the fact that I felt I was reading After The Circus again – this is part of the point, I think, this sense of dislocated time, far from linear, now-carries-then. Modiano doesn’t do anything as obvious as offer solutions, but he does make us experience the insecurity behind what we might think is the truth of here and now or of there and then. modiano

I received this as a review copy from the publishers, via NetGalley, The translator is Mark Polizzotti, who seems to be ‘the’ translator of Modiano

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