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Author Interview – Rebecca Mascull: The Visitors

18 Monday Aug 2014

Posted by Lady Fancifull in Interviews / Q + A

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The VisitorsFollowing my review of Rebecca Mascull‘s wonderful first novel The Visitors, the previous posting on here,  I was delighted to be offered the chance of doing a Q + A with her. as her book gave me much to think about, and curiosity about her authorial process. So……..with my question marks neatly polished, here we go:

I was particularly struck by the sense of kinaesthetic awareness you brought to Liza’s experience. How did you get inside the inability to express, the being locked within oneself, and then the explosive newness of each experience she has?

I think the turning point for me in trying to understand the condition of not seeing and not hearing was when I read an account of the deaf-blind experience which explained that reality for a hearing/seeing person has memories related to what they have seen and heard which help to create a solid sense of who they are, where they are and their life up to that point. For a deaf-blind child this sense of reality is thin and splintery, creating a kind of chaotic and sometimes frightening existence in relation to themselves and the world. That sense of confusion and frustration was so heart-rending to me and made me feel so lucky to have my senses in good working order, and made me determined to represent some aspects of the deaf-blind experience as faithfully as I could. I researched a couple of key deaf-blind personalities. Firstly, Helen Keller, by reading her autobiographies; and also Laura Bridgman – the first deaf-blind child to be formally educated in America – particularly by reading an almost daily account of her education at the Perkins Institute. I also spent time with some staff from the deaf-blind charity Sense, who showed me videos and talked a lot with me about the unique needs of deaf-blind adults and children. Years ago, I read an astonishing account of a blind woman who had her sight restored in later life: ‘Emma and I’ by Sheila Hocken, and her description of the moments after the bandages were first removed was mind-blowing. This new sense of wonder at the world was highly influential in rendering Liza’s experiences. I believed it was crucial to convey the idea that the lack of senses such as sight or hearing were not Liza’s problem in themselves, but her real obstacle at the beginning of the book was that of being unable to communicate – once she is given the key to this by Lottie, there’s no stopping her, despite her limitations. That was a message I wanted to come across very clearly, that with determination and help, one can overcome almost anything.

Without wanting to give any spoilers away, for readers who haven’t read the novel, I was fascinated by the explanation you gave in a previous interview, printed at the end of the novel, where you talk about the characters beginning to take over and insist on their own journey. How do you explore that, how do you ‘get inside’ character and inhabit character?

That’s a fascinating question. I do believe the creation of character and fiction writing itself is a very mysterious process. I can’t really explain it, other than describe what happens when I write. I am a very methodical writer in some ways, in that I plan narratives in a lot of detail once I’ve got a plot arc more or less worked out. I write detailed synopses and chapter plans and work from them. Not all writers do this, of course; it’s a very individual process. Having said that, amongst these best laid plans, characters do seem to take on a life of their own. They can be most awkward and muck up all your intentions for them. Pirandello explored this beautifully in ‘Six Characters in Search of an Author’; it’s so very true. Once created, they do march around and call the shots. They are probably different aspects of the writer’s personality yet I like to think there’s something more magical going on, a kind of channelling or curious act of empathy. The act of writing a fictional narrative does include a bit of magic which you can’t really analyse or explain. One example is the way plot problems resolve themselves by actively NOT thinking about them consciously. I’ve found that ideas for plot and character percolate in the brain and work themselves out with little input from my conscious mind. So, I don’t believe I really do inhabit the characters as much as watch them present themselves, fully formed, and yet sometimes they allow me the kindness of jumping inside their heads once in a while and looking out.

What I very much pick up from this book, is a sense of quietness and waiting – from you as a writer. It made me wonder about how you work, whether you are someone who has background music or whether you are someone who needs space and solitude?

That’s such a beautiful thing to say, thank you. I think part of my previous answer relates to that, the act of watching characters to see what they’ll do next. I absolutely do prefer to write in solitude and silence, whenever possible. I do most of the actual prose itself during the school day, when the house is empty and mostly very quiet. But life sometimes intercedes and I have to write with stuff going on around me now and again. My ideal writing conditions are in my house, alone, whilst it’s snowing outside; thus the world itself is quiet and muffled too, and there’s something eerie and magical about snowfall. But I don’t get that very often, so school days have to suffice. The silence helps me listen to that inner voice that does all the really good bits of writing, all the subconscious stuff where the flow comes from. Sometimes I do close my eyes and bend my head to let it in, to hear it. I’m starting to sound a bit odd now, I think…

The only note within this book which I could not quite understand, was, very early, when Liza is still within her having no one to communicate with, before she learned the palm signing, there is mention of how touch, smell and taste are preternaturally sensitive – and that she gets sent out by Cook, Nanny or a maid to gather particular herbs – and I couldn’t imagine how that request might have been imparted to her. How did you envisage that being communicated?

Ah, well spotted! My mum pointed this out to me in the first draft too. My answer then was that I thought Cook would give her a sprig of the herb to go and find or perhaps merely the scent of it somehow. But I liked the flow of that sentence and didn’t want to add more detail in. Perhaps I should have done now! It’s an example of how the deaf-blind in this early period before education were able to circumvent their limitations and get by, such as making up their own signs for hunger and thirst etc.

The Visitors, at least what Liza means by The Visitors, as opposed to the wider context of the meaning of the book’s title, are a very integral or natural part of the story, and Liza has always been aware of them. They are of course frightening to others, or possibly thought of as being indicative of madness. Liza senses she must keep the secret of them close. Because the reader primarily identifies and sees the whole story through Liza, I believe we accept the reality and normalcy of them too. I wondered whether they were pure imagination for you, or whether you had awareness of another dimension?

I’m really glad you felt like that about the Visitors. I wanted them to be part of the fabric of Liza’s world and yet not overpower it. It was important to me that the focus of the story be Liza and her development as a person, with the ghostly aspect an interesting addition yet not the whole point of the book, despite the book being named after them! You’re quite right to mention the wider context of the title and I’m glad too that you did, as I wanted the term ‘visitors’ to apply to all the different kind of outsiders we find in the story, such as the English in South Africa and even the Boers themselves, and the hop-pickers on the Golding farm, and Liza herself in the Crowe household. It is a theme of the story, of being on the edge, looking in. As for the ghostly aspect, my answer is that I don’t really believe in ghosts as such, yet I’m a pretty open-minded person and my general philosophy in life is – what do I know? I was always into the idea of ghosts and mediums – I read Doris Stokes as a teenager – and loved ghost stories and movies, especially ‘Poltergeist’ which I was terrified of and obsessed with in equal amounts. Later I became fascinated with stories of alien abduction too! Yet I’m also a very rational person and adore science, though I don’t have a very scientific mind. As a writer, anything that is unexplained and mysterious is fun to play with and I did relish working out the rules of how the ghosts would behave i.e. who they can and cannot see, what they understand about their own condition. I think deep down they are probably a metaphor for our fears and about holding on to the past, but, as ever with writing, that wasn’t something I thought consciously of when writing about them. I just enjoyed them!

I was intrigued, at the very end of the book, looking forward to Liza’s and Lottie’s future plans and ambitions, there is a very subtle placement of them, almost as a throwaway onto a particular real location that has quite a curious and oppositional history (difficult to describe this without spoilers!) I thought there was something a little (deliberately) ambiguous about this. Are you drawn to open-ended rather than neatly tied–up?

Yes, let’s not include spoilers, but you’re right – this place does have a wonderful history and I do have an idea of what will happen to them in the future. I do have a sequel story in mind, but who knows whether it’ll get written or not – we shall see! As for types of ending, I remember someone saying once that endings should be unpredictable yet feel inevitable. That’s a great standard to aspire to and I would always try for that. I would want the reader to feel that the main plot points have been resolved enough to feel satisfying, without being too neat and tidy. I also like the idea of the characters living on in the imagination after the end of the book, that is, of a reader thinking, I wonder what they’ll do next? I love books like that, where the characters are still alive in my head and going about their business. So, I think my perfect conclusions are always a bit open-ended, though I can’t be doing with what I’d call unfinished narratives, where everything is unresolved in a very modernist way. At the very least, I’d want some sort of epiphany for the characters, so that something has changed irrevocably in their lives. And after all, these are novels we’re talking about, not real life, and so I feel a little bit of resolution is in order, to give the reader a prize for going on that journey with you, a destination of some kind, instead of leaving them stuck on a road to nowhere…

Finally – and forgive me if somehow I missed something – in your acknowledgements, you thank a couple of people for loving or defending ‘Daniel’. I can’t remember a Daniel in this story and wondered perhaps if the central male character had been re-named – or, is this perhaps a character who will feature in your forthcoming novel. And could you give a bit of a tease preview by telling of the general territory which it inhabits….

Ah, Daniel. I wrote three novels before ‘The Visitors’ and one of them was about a character called Daniel. It was turned down by a lot of publishers but it did secure me my agent Jane Conway-Gordon, who loved that book and stuck with me whilst I wrote ‘The Visitors’ next. Several friends and family members also read that book about Daniel and loved it and still talk about it now. So, he is very dear to me and I do hope to rewrite it one day and improve it, so that perhaps he’ll get his story heard. It was a very ambitious novel, set during WWII in London and Poland and I think now I was probably just too inexperienced to do justice to it. I think I’ll wait a while until I’m a better writer – and a bit older and wiser – and tackle it again.

My forthcoming novel is called ‘Song of the Sea Maid’. It’s about an C18th orphan girl who is educated through a benefactor and becomes a scientist. She defies the conventions of her day to travel abroad and makes a remarkable discovery.

I’m about to start my next novel which will be set in the early C20th. I will be a bit secretive about that one, as I’m never quite sure myself where it’ll all end up, so I’ll keep it under my hat for the moment…

Well all I can say, after getting Rebecca’s fascinating and thoughtful answers to my questions is, if I HADN’T read the book I would be racing over to do the one-click/buying/download thing! HAVING read the book her responses deepened my appreciation even more.

There were some lovely images and ideas in her answers. Solid reality formed by visual and auditory memory, and a thin and splintery reality when parts of sensory experience and memory are lost. were responses which absolutely underlined my sense that Rebecca really inhabits the reality of what she is writing, and because of that, can take the reader into inhabitation of her characters and world too.

I’m delighted Book 2 is ‘forthcoming’ and a book 3 is being written, and even the possibility of a Rebecca Mascullfuture for Liza and Lottie, not to mention the mysterious Daniel. (books 4 + 5?) But no doubt there will also be other characters waiting for Rebecca to listen for their voices……………

Thank you Rebecca

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Sadie Jones – Fallout. It’s publication day!

01 Thursday May 2014

Posted by Lady Fancifull in Reading

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Fallout

 

It’s release day for this absorbing novel about love, friendship, theatre and writing, which is set in the 1970s . I hoovered this up like a famished woman who hadn’t seen food for days.! Here is my original review, written after receiving it as an ARC from NetGalley in digital form

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Mary Wesley – The Camomile Lawn

13 Wednesday Nov 2013

Posted by Lady Fancifull in Fiction, Lighter-hearted reads, Literary Fiction, Reading

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That apple scented childhood, and the leaving of the Garden of Eden

Mary Wesley Chamomile LawnMary Wesley (1912-2002) wrote her first adult novel at the age of 71. Comparisons ARE odious and to compare apples with stepladders is clearly a daft activity, but, still, having finished reading Wesley’s best known book, The Camomile Lawn, set mainly in amoral times on the home front during the Second World War, and currently reading, with not a little irritation, Bret Easton Ellis’ The Rules of Attraction, about a group of amoral varsity students, I found myself muttering, in bored irritation ‘Should have waited till you were 70, chum’

Wesley is darkly comedic, stylish, sharply observed and extremely witty. I had the feeling I sometimes get at the theatre, when the curtain rises to reveal the set, and at the speaking of the first line of dialogue, you instantly know ‘sure-fire, everyone knows what they are doing here, I’m in for a great couple of hours, and can let myself be guided by the play and the performers’

I had that feeling with the sharp, arresting beginning of The Camomile Lawn

Helena Cuthbertson picked up the crumpled Times by her sleeping husband and went to the flower room to iron it

In a single sentence of fabulous show-not-tell we know the class of the characters, can detect a relationship of dissatisfaction, and know this will be a barbed and witty comedy.  (It was the detail of ‘the flower room’, somehow which did it for me – the precise absurdity of that image which spelt the wit and the comedy)

Her book is set on the eve of war being declared. The central characters are a middle aged couple with a complicated set of nephews and nieces in their late teens, the teenage sons of neighbours, and two Jewish refugees staying with those neighbours. The geography is well heeled Cornwall (Roseland Peninsula, idyllic) and London in the blitz.

There are double time-lines as well, the progression of events forward from the opening, on the eve of an annual visit by the nephews and nieces, for a last, golden summer before War, and, some forty years later, these same characters (or some of them) are journeying separately or together to a gathering, the purpose of which will unfold.

Wesley therefore is able to take our central characters from youth and middle age, and jump them forward to their own middle age and old age, so we, as readers, are constantly seeing past and present, who they are, who they were, who they become, each stage given equal weight.

It was, by all accounts, a ‘rackety time’. The Brat pack (Ellis et al) may think they are the shocking ones, but to be honest, they seem just wasted, tame and lame.

What I find interesting about those far off times is that at one and the same moment there is the promise which the sexual energy of youth embodies, the still-playfulness of the child, yet at the same time, the very young were involved in historic events, very adult events indeed. Despite the racket, the characters in Wesley’s book have purpose and individuality.

She constructs a very pleasing world, where even minor characters get woven in, more and more tightly, like skeins in a spider’s web, drawing back to the centre (that long ago last golden summer)

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This book could almost be seen as a textbook for how to write comedy of manners – her craft and wit reminds me very much of Restoration Comedy – the economy of language, clever (but not empty) a glittering surface but with real heart and feeling inside it.

A TV dramatisation (which i didn’t see) was broadcast and is available on DVD. Call me a Luddite, but as it is the quality of Wesley’s prose, her precise, acerbic writing, in description, not only in dialogue, which so enchants, I have no desire to see this, however well done. Of course, that opening image, and others,  can be shown – but sometimes, words really do say more than a thousand pictures ever can!

I received this as an ARC from the epublishing company Open Road Media, who img-mary-wesley-author-photo_165957679023continue to excellently re-publish some classic examples of fine writers from earlier in the twentieth century, giving us very well crafted digitisation of these books. I have discovered, to my chagrin, that some digitisation is pretty crassly done, but Open Road Media appear to embark on their material with craft and love, as befits the quality of the writers they are publishing in this format

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Donna Tartt – The Goldfinch

31 Thursday Oct 2013

Posted by Lady Fancifull in Fiction, Literary Fiction, Reading

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“The loneliness that separates every living creature from every other living creature. Sorrow inseparable from joy”

The GoldfinchDonna Tartt in her third novel,”The Goldfinch” has managed to do something rather wonderful and the mechanism is mysterious. I had been definitely absorbed in the book, in a satisfying page turning sort of way; then there came a point when I fell inside the spell of the book – its world becoming real and textured.

At one and the same time I was eager to be making the continuing journey of narrative , and yet – I wanted to stay exactly where I was and savour the moment, the reality of where the characters were NOW – she had somehow stopped time for me and I was reading in a very present way, inside the world

Tartt managed exactly this trick with her first book The Secret History, creating something special and magical. Her second long awaited book, The Little Friend, was a huge damp squib, for this reader, her sharp intelligence and precision somehow soft: it irritated me, I disliked it.

Amsterdam

But here she is again, and this one is fabulous. Set across America, primarily in New York, but also in the wide-open spaces of Nevada, in the hinterland of Las Vegas, the book opens in Amsterdam, the central character a man somehow on the run, hyped up, holed up, hiding in a hotel room, sweating, edgy, on the edge of panic. The trajectory of the book is to start him on his journey to reach that anxious opening, and then go beyond

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The book is like a large 5 act play – and in some ways reminds me, in its structure, of Shakespeare’s last plays, the ones that move beyond tragedy to redemption and understanding – Winter’s Tale, The Tempest etc. We have a journey for the central character of the dreadful, lacking – not so much self-awareness as the discipline to manage his character flaws, a certain feckless, dark, damaged nature – and the journey is really to a better accommodation with self. Not the Hollywood journey, the, `make it all better tie the bows and open the box of chocolates journey, but the more bitter, more mature journey of better understanding, and ability to live within the flawed self, and within a flawed world.

I am surprised at all the references to Dickens, how like Dickens this was – for me, this connection was not there at all – where I saw Tartt inhabiting some nineteenth century place it was the Russians – and particularly Dostoyevsky.

Theodore Decker inhabits a dark, despairing nihilistic universe, which may not take him into such wrongdoing as Raskolnikov, but he does have extremely flexible attitudes to right and wrong – that is, not so much to how wrongdoing damages him, merely that he is not quite able to avoid making poor choices. He combines despair with a fervid appreciation of the value of art and beauty, and transcendence. Some very complex, layered depth of character.

Though there is of course a story, as we know from the start, connected with the mysterious Dutch painting of a goldfinch, this is not primarily the story of the painting – there is indeed a strong narrative, a very strong sense of time and place, but what Tartt is doing is exploring the complexity of character and also of ethics.

Her writing is beautiful, measured and potent. I particularly appreciated the change landscapes and times imposed on her language in the different sections, moving from a beautiful evocation of wintery Amsterdam, to the vibrant nature of New York (separated by a passage of time, two `acts’ here) and the weird, frenetic Las Vegas excess and waste setting, before returning to the start, and travelling beyond, now we understand Theo’s journey

Las Vegas

And, running like a lest-we-forget throughout, the reminder of the potent Goldfinch painting, which is both a real object, and a deeply charged, talismanic, symbolic item.

The Goldfinch, by Carel Fabritius

Here is an extract, with a flavour of her writing – gorgeous, evocative – and deadly

Sometimes, in the evenings, a damp, gritty wind blew in the windows from Park Avenue, just as the rush hour traffic was thinning and the city was emptying for the night; it was rainy, trees leafing out, spring deepening into summer; and the forlorn cries of horns on the street, the dank smell of the wet pavement had an electricity about it, a sense of crowds and static, lonely secretaries and fat guys with bags of carry-out, everywhere the ungainly sadness of creatures pushing and struggling to live.

That paragraph, started, for me, to play, strongly, Gershwin’s Rhapsody In Blue, and just as I was comfortably in the blue melancholy, Tartt, as so often, delivered a harsh punch to the gut. She shows you beauty, and immediately nestles you up against the flip side of rot, despair, decay.

So, having stunned and grabbed this reader with that first book, this magical third has been waiting 20 years to grab me again with its mix of dark and light. Hope It doesn’t take her another 20 to produce something this fine!

And I am properly envious of anyone about to start reading this; enjoy the catch of DonnaTarttweb_2699755bTartt’s carefully crafted spiders’ web novel, hover round the edges as long as you can, I’m sure she will stickily, skilfully wind you in and tie you up tight ere long.

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Diane Setterfield – Bellman & Black

18 Wednesday Sep 2013

Posted by Lady Fancifull in Fiction, Literary Fiction, Reading

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The challenges of comparison with your own better self

Bellman & BlackIn 2006 first time author Diane Setterfield wrote a magnificent, layered, textured, playful literary mystery, which was pretty well universally praised by professional critics, loved by readers, eagerly taken up by book clubs and also sold in vast numbers.

There was then a 7 year silence from Setterfield, with eager readers wondering when, when and – of rather more import, could she possibly equal that radiant first book?

So I was delighted to be offered Setterfield’s eagerly awaited second book as an ARC.

I’m sorry to say that I read it with enjoyment for a well-crafted story, but with a heavy heart as a book by Setterfield, who had led me to expect rather more  than what I got – a perfectly good read, but ultimately not an incandescent, memorable one

In essence what she has written here, is a good old fashioned narrative about a successful entrepreneur – with a twist, or a hook, of dark psychology and a bit of the mysterious supernatural. It has been sold, or publicised as a ghost story. What it really is, I think, is a novel set in the world of nineteenth century work – but from the master, rather than the worker’s perspective – with a twist of an unusual philosophical or metaphysical kind

The writer she most reminds me of, here, is Arnold Bennett who was bedded into the Five Towns – the potteries. Reading Bennett one really understood the concerns of Victorian England, and its entrepreneurs.

William Bellman becomes involved in the woollen industry, in the Cotswolds. Setterfield is quite a physical writer, and the reader learns a lot about that workplace. Later, Bellman moves into a particular area of retail, and it’s a bit like a different version of ‘Selfridges’ – watching a driven, charismatic man create a new kind of store through his vision.

Floris Verster: Two dead rooks, 1926

                    Floris Verster: Two dead rooks, 1926

And running through this, lest we forget, is the dark history of a childhood act of thoughtless wrong-doing, which provides the metaphysical embellishment

The book is well crafted, interesting, and no doubt had it been a first time book from a writer I would have been satisfied by an enjoyable read, a perfectly well cooked meat and two vegetables meal which fed me, left me comfortable and replete – but not a meal to remember fondly and still be talking about 7 years later as one of my most memorable and enjoyable literary repasts

It’s a good (but not a great) book from another writer – a good read, certainly. But its disappointing from Setterfield. If someone said to me ‘would you recommend this book’ – the answer would probably be ‘yes – but not if you have read The Thirteenth Tale and therefore have certain expectations’

Though the inevitable ending, and its coda, are satisfying and beautiful, I felt the journey itself bore the weight of this obvious and inevitable ending for too long. This might have worked better as a novella, or even a long short story. With a fairly small cast of individuated characters, there was not enough interest to sustain this reader, as, in effect, new incidents were repetitions of prior ones, and the same ‘lessons’ were being repeated too often

It seems hugely unfair that the ‘reward’ for raising a bar very high with a first book, is setterfieldDiane_0to be damned with faint praise for a second. Particularly when that second is well crafted, a good piece of work – but is not the expected, original, creative piece of brilliance.Review of an ARC from the publisher, via NetGalley

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David Mitchell – Black Swan Green

09 Monday Sep 2013

Posted by Lady Fancifull in Children's and Young Adult Fiction, Fiction, Literary Fiction, Reading

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Writer Of Many Voices Still Scores With Just One

Green BlackSwan GreenDavid Mitchell is a fantastic writer, continuing to display chameleon skills with every book. he can write, truthfully, with several different voices, and in several different styles.

In this book published in 2006, on one level he damps down his pyrotechnics,by staying with one narrator throughout, rather than ‘linking’ different stories.

What he ends up with is a book of more traditional structure, following the journey of a adolescent boy, growing up in the early 80’s in Worcestershire, with elements of the author’s own painful and often funny adolescence set against a backdrop of the Falklands War.

Whilst Mitchell can easily match Sue Townsend (Adrian Mole) with comedic touches, he also connects with something much more visceral and poignant. Like Townsend’s book, this can be read with equal enjoyment by an adult, and by someone going through the journey of boy into young man

His engaging narrator learns a lot in the space of a year about some very adult issues. davidmitchellThis is a much easier book to read than Mitchell’s others, and his craft is displayed much less flamboyantly, but is no less satisfying

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Ian McEwan – Saturday

04 Sunday Aug 2013

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

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Holding onto a sense of self in a fractured world

saturdayWhen I initially read this, on publication, I was fascinated to see how much this book  polarised readers, – including committed McEwan admirers.

The book stayed with me for some time, and continued to play over some of its themes – I think it, and reactions to it, say a lot about the unsettled, sometimes despairing times we live in.

The Victorians liked their heroes and heroines to be clear-cut and inspirational, and indeed could accept them as ‘real’. Post a century of 2 world wars, post Freud, post a global communications revolution that makes us all so much more aware of everything – including our personal and our collective atrocities – and of course post 9/11, we have lost our innocence.

These days we focus more on the flaws in human nature. But if those ‘flaws’ exist – as they certainly do – how do we perceive them as flaws unless we are judging them against the idea of a ‘finer’ sense of humanity. Flaws and fineness exist side by side, and are equally real. If wicked and unlovely people exist (as they do) then so must inspiring people – both in fiction as well as in ‘reality’

I find the central character, Perowne – and his family, actually much more like most of us, much more ‘ordinary’ (despite the fact that most of us are not wealthy neurosurgeons with fabulously gifted artistic children) than Baxter. Ordinary in that there is a struggle, always, to remain ‘human’ and hold onto a sense of humanity, whilst living in what McEwan calls ‘a community of anxiety’

And what holds us to our sense of humanness is surely, first of all familial bonds, the love we give and get from those closest to us – we define and refine ourselves in relationship – and then, spreading outwards, our ability to perceive humanity in each other, friends, acquaintances and even strangers – who we can perceive as being ‘like us’, having the same needs, doubts, fears, joys. And also our passions, our interests, our creativity can give us a transcendence, can make us feel aware, alive, present – that’s why the argued over brain surgery, musical, squash match interludes work for me. I’ve never played squash in my life, but found McEwan’s use of this to explore the mind of his character worked.

For a book where ‘nothing’ happened for a good 3/4 of its length, I was surprised how nerve-wracked and anxious the book made me feel, and think that this really illustrated something about the fragility of the time we live in. Whatever the lovely melody of Perowne’s day was about, it was playing itself out against the possibility, all the time, of a widespread destruction, and of course, as occurred later, the possibility of a more personal apocalypse.

Like several readers, I had an initial ‘oh, come on!’ reaction at the ‘salvation through Ian-McEwan-001poetry’ moment, but then ended up questioning my response, because, after all any of us who respond strongly, sometimes astonishingly so to poetry, music, art, drama, literature, film etc etc DO have moments in our lives when actually we’ve been shocked, surprised and transformed by ‘something’ which changes the way we see the world, for ever. That is what art is about, surely. So what does it say if I can accept MY ability to have these epiphanies, but not that a petty criminal can!

Love or loathe it, it certainly isn’t wallpaper!

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Ann Patchett – Bel Canto

28 Tuesday May 2013

Posted by Lady Fancifull in Fiction, Literary Fiction, Reading, Whimsy and Fantastical

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Fantastic Fairy Tale – and like the best of them, rich and instructive

belcantoPatchett’s story starts realistically enough, sadly, – a situation where the powerless, or those who believe they are powerless, feel they have to resort to violence or the threat of violence as the only way to get their demands listened to, or acted on.

So we have a siege in a South American Vice-Presidential house, carried out by a group of disaffected utopian visionaries. This is a scenario which has been played out endlessly in the real world – but Patchett takes it into quite different territory and produces a world which almost becomes idyllic, where love, communication, companionship, friendship, peace, hope and creativity blossom between captors and captives alike – and in surprising and inventive ways.

People whose lives are unbelievably different, in terms of language, culture, needs andAnn-Patchett-007 expectations find individual common ground. There’s a theme of ‘finding a common language’ which unites humanity and creates the possibility of love – in its many and varied forms, sexual, parental/child, spiritual, deep friendship, respect, running through the novel. This need to find a common language is both overt – of the 4 central characters, one is a translator who speaks a multiplicity of languages, and who drives the plot, and all relationships, as he is the means by which people who don’t speak the same language can get to listen to and respond to each other. It is also covert – the opera singer who is the other main drawspring and focus for everyone’s real inner need to ‘connect’ – the power of a method of communication which doesn’t use verbal language – music, great art, and its ability to unlock the heart. Chess, abstract and intellectual, becomes another language creating respect and love. Language and learning is seen as a tool for transcendence, so is simple tender service, preparing a meal, ‘being a host’. It is a magical, magical book.

Wiki Commons

Wiki Commons

However, despite my enchanted seduction by this book, I fell out of love at the ending This was a very difficult tightrope to walk, and I don’t think it quite worked. I don’t want to give away plot, but inevitably, how does a writer end a book where you have been induced to find both ‘heroes’ and ‘villains’ understandable and to feel tenderness for them, care about them. Either everyone lives ‘happily ever after’ (too Hollywood, too trite, too sweet and sickly) or ‘the just’ all triumph and ‘the unjust’ all get their comeuppance (or, the nihilistic twentieth century version, the ‘the bad’ win and ‘the good’ are wasted) Or you find some way to balance winners and losers – in which case, there must always be some you wanted to win who will lose, or vice versa.

After a book which is so ‘feelgood’ in progression, you can’t have an all dark ending, but there has to be an element of possible realism, so the fairy tale ending won’t work either. How she achieves her ending, ties together the knots and creates the emotional message she wants us to be left with, doesn’t really work for me. Nor do I really have a clue as to what the best ending would have been, but I don’t think this is it.

However, I have no hesitation in thoroughly recommending a book which gripped and enchanted, for 311 of its 318 pages

Bel Canto Amazon UK
Bel Canto Amazon UK

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Lynn Shepherd – A Treacherous Likeness

07 Tuesday May 2013

Posted by Lady Fancifull in Crime and Detective Fiction, Fiction, Fictionalised Biography, Historical Fiction, Literary Fiction, Reading

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The French Lieutenant’s Lying Skylark

66-lynnshepherd-sutcliffeLynn Shepherd continues her sure, impeccably researched, stylish, dark, inventive journey into the historical, literary, murder mystery genre.

Lest this all sounds far too much of a hotch-potch, rest assured Shepherd is an author who can collect together bits and pieces of information, literary genres, literary tricks, and make something new so that you don’t even notice the joins

This is her third book with one of two detectives, both called Charles Maddox. EachA-Treacherous-Likeness-by-Lynn-Shepherd book can be read as a stand-alone, but there is no doubt there is an especial enjoyment to be had if the reader has made the earlier journeys.

Her first book saw Charles Maddox senior, investigating an alternative world for Jane Austen’s Mansfield Park. Mansfield Park had a much less satisfying, rather glumly good long suffering victim heroine, Fanny Price, rather than the usual spirited, intelligent woman Austen gives us. Using THAT book as a springboard, Shepherd gave the world a twist, and brought a darker world, though still witty, into play, with the investigation of a murder, Murder at Mansfield Park

With her second novel, she got even darker and seamier, in Tom-All-Alone’s (Charles Maddox 2), an amalgam of Dickens’ Bleak House, Wilkie Collins’ The Woman In White, and Henry Mayhew’s real investigation of the dark underbelly of Victorian capitalism, London Labour and the London Poor (Wordsworth Classics of World Literature) So, she was still playing with plots from classic novels, and this time, her detective was Charles Maddox junior (great nephew of the Austen detective)

Shelley

                       Shelley

Mary Shelley

  Mary Shelley

For this third book, she blurs the division between the real and the imagined still further, as young Charles Maddox (with the elder Maddox involved in the ensuing events forty years earlier) investigates the mysterious, messy lives of Romantic poet Percy Bysshe Shelley and his female circle – he of the tangled romantic liaisons with  very young women (something Shepherd rightly identifies a twenty first century reader might feel remarkably queasy about).

Espousing anarchism, free love, atheism at the early part of the eighteenth century was one thing – and no doubt Shelley and his poetry fed easily into libertarian sympathies (plus of course some soaring, elegiac poetry) However, as biographers have shown (and Shepherd utilises) the man did seem to bring an extraordinary collection of ruined young women, suicides, and the death of children along with him.

There seems at the time to have been a bit of an industry by his widow (Mary Shelley,the probable author of Frankenstein – though this has been more recently in question), surviving son, and son’s wife, to give Shelley’s life a severe whitewashing. Modern biographers have uncovered a lot of supposed very shady goings on, with the whole gang of Shelleys and Godwins of dubious moral scruples. A pretty stinking kettle of fish, all told.

       Claire Claremont

Claire Claremont

It is this tangled web of whitewashed history, possibly very dirty linen and intrigue which Shepherd unleashes Charles Maddox into, turning a dark and shocking tale at times deliciously playful as she makes us, the reader, complicit as omniscient readers to her omniscient narrator.

However, much as I enjoyed this book, and the way Shepherd mangled my perceptions, and toyed with my understanding of what was going on and whom to believe, I am left with a couple of very uncomfortable questions about the ethics of `rewriting’ real people’s lives, particularly with some very murky allegations indeed. I discovered Shepherd `invented’ less than I thought she did, as she very correctly identifies which facts have been unearthed by recent, unwhitewashed biographies, and where she invented, but still, I have questions about `faction’.  It is one thing to imagine how a real person may have felt at the time of a real event, or what their motivations may have been for their real actions; it is quite another to invent dark events, which they are the protagonists of. I was left with a sense of moral ambiguity. What are the ethics of literary invention, in the lives of real people? Shepherd may well have transgressed such ethics. The dead cannot speak.

Shelley and Godwin Tree

                                         Shelley and Godwin Tree

I received this as a pre-release ARC

Readers beware, for some obscure reason, exactly as with her second novel, there is a different title and publisher for the US and UK editions – BOTH of which are available on Amazon UK. This novel is called A Treacherous Likeness published by Corsair. In August, A Fatal Likeness (the same book!) will be published by Delacorte. Very confusing and annoying!

A Treacherous Likeness Amazon UK
A Fatal Likeness Amazon USA

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Khaled Hosseini – And The Mountains Echoed

05 Sunday May 2013

Posted by Lady Fancifull in Fiction, Literary Fiction, Reading

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The still, sad music of humanity

George_and_Laura_Bush_with_Khaled_Hosseini_in_2007_detail2Khaled Hosseini’s third book is not only about Afghanistan itself, but also more generally about those who are outcasts, rootless, and without home, except possibly for the home of the yearning heart.

Hosseini begins with the story of an Afghan family in 1952, and then deftly weaves a pattern, going both backwards and forwards in time, which connects together disparate lives.

At  the beginning of the book a little boy, Abdullah, and his sister, Pari, are told a folk tale by their father, which stands as signal and metaphor for their life journey, as laid out, in an unfolding journey in this globally set novel – the world, almost, as village

One sentence, very late on in the book, came to symbolise for me much of this beautifully written book, which inhabits a place of compassionate resignation and unrealised dreams:

I learned that the world didn’t see the inside of you, that it didn’t care a whit about the hopes and dreams, and sorrows, that lay masked by skin and bone

This was the realisation come to by one of the peripheral characters, who becomes a And the Mountains Echoedplastic surgeon, creating new faces,  for those who have been damaged and injured

But all of the complex, tenderly written characters within this book are wearers of masks. Some masks are given to wearers by the society in which they grow, and the identity they adapt to fit in or to rebel against, and then there are the masks to hide the hopes the dreams and the sorrows which we choose to wear

Like Abdullah and Pari’s father, whose telling of a deep tale opens the book, Hosseini is at heart a story teller. And like the best story tellers, the tale and the telling are about much more than mere narration.

Hosseini chooses to start the book with a famous quote by the thirteenth century mystic poet Rumi, which rather potently encapsulates the connected humanity his novel is about

Out beyond ideas
Of wrongdoing and rightdoing
there is a field
I’ll meet you there

I received this as an ARC from the Amazon Vine programme. And once again was urged to read this by fellow blogger Fiction Fan – see her review

And the Mountains Echoed Amazon UK
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