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Showing posts with label Paul Theroux. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paul Theroux. Show all posts

Monday, 2 September 2019

Eight in August


I read eight books in August.

 
When I went to the launch at Waterstones in Princes Street earlier in the year there was such a large crowd they ran out of copies. Before that, in March 2018, Catherine Simpson was a speaker and adjudicator at the Scottish Association of Writers’ Conference and when I heard her read from what was then an unpublished book I knew I wanted to read it. (And I was delighted when she placed my story third in the competition she was judging … ) Anyway, I finally got my hands on a copy and got it signed after her talk at the Edinburgh Book Festival.

It’s a rich, raw memoir of her family, generations of Lancashire farmers, and in particular her younger sister who took her own life aged forty-six. That situation is, of course, heartbreaking but this is not a depressing read (I don’t do misery memoirs); in fact it is laugh-out-loud in some places because Catherine Simpson is such a good writer, has an eye for the absurd and has a role call of relatives as fascinating as those in any novel. (One reviewer described her mother as ‘a northern matriarch who might have been created by Alan Bennett for a League of Gentlemen spin-off.’)

In her immediate and extended family, though, there was little communication beyond the day-to-day stuff, as indicated in the sub-title; maybe things might have turned out otherwise had that not been the case.

The latest Anne Tyler. Love her, loved this. There is no other writer who can make me feel so completely as if I’d crawled into someone else’s skin. Sixty-something Willa, sinking into retirement in a golf resort in Tucson, Arizona (she doesn’t play but Peter, her second husband, does), gets a phone call from a stranger. As a consequence, she finds herself flying to Baltimore to look after a child she has never met and living in a neighbourhood much more colourful than her own.

Today Will Be Different by Maria Semple
Charity shop find. I read and enjoyed a previous book by this author, Where’d You Go, Bernadette?, which has now been made into a film. This one (which will be an HBO TV series starring Julia Roberts apparently) is also about a dysfunctional family of parents and their only child. Animator Eleanor Flood’s plans for the day go awry in so many ways (a situation we can all sympathise with although personally, and thankfully, I haven’t had a day that went quite so pear-shaped). 

There are some funny set pieces including flashbacks to how she came to be estranged from her sister (I will be interested to know who plays her grotesque brother-in-law if we ever get to see the series here). Not the easiest book to get into but worth it in the end.

Katharine Fortitude by Margaret Skea
The story of Katharina von Bora’s marriage to Martin Luther (whose actions changed the course of Western history) – a period I was unfamiliar with (Germany, early 1600s). Margaret Skea puts flesh on the bones and makes the characters and the times come alive.

She has built up a picture of a very believable Katharina, from the little that is known about her. It is, however, on record that Frau Luther was outspoken (even, shock, horror, when she was the only woman in male company), something that was disapproved of by many – but not her husband. Their highly controversial marriage would appear to have been a very happy one.

PT is probably my favourite travel writer; I’ve read all his books about his epic train journeys. I didn’t know until I read this about his kayaking exploits – round his own part of the east coast of the United States and in the Pacific. Other chapters include: a visit to a bomb crater on Christmas Island, the making of the film of his novel Mosquito Coast, his professional relationships with other writers, and some book reviews.

Still Me by Jojo Moyes
Sorry to say goodbye to lovely Lou Clarke (Still Me follows Me Before You (or, as it’s known in our house, ‘the film that made your father cry’) and After You). As a consolation though this book has one of my favourite settings, New York, and a great cast of completely new characters.

Following on from her rather unhappy childhood in post-war Edinburgh when it was assumed that she join the family business, the Copper Kettle Café, Anne Pia has fought, and succeeded, not to conform; today she is a successful poet and academic writer. The happy legacy of the Italian side of her family is her love of good food and there are some mouth-watering descriptions, and pasta-cooking tips.

Uncle George and the Cacti and other stories by Gillean Somerville-Arjat
This is a veritable feast of short stories. Includes: a Moroccan woman, a recent emigrant to Spain, worries about what will become of her family; a woman of a certain age encounters a street poet in Lisbon; three mysteries/crimes set in Scotland; retellings of classical stories; a relationship goes very wrong between an aunt and her nephews; a young woman forced into prostitution in 19th-century Venice; and the title story, about a schoolgirl’s wonderful and elusive Uncle George and the presents he handed over … ‘as he descended from an overnight bus from London, bearing yet another bowl like a sacred offering.’

Friday, 9 March 2018

Six in February


I read six books in February.


Read for book group, and by chance the group met on 8 February, the hundredth anniversary of the old boys allowing some women to put a cross on a ballot paper. MB shows how history has treated powerful women with examples ranging from the classical world to the modern day, from Medusa and Athena to Theresa May and Hillary Clinton.

One story in particular made my blood boil. As she loyally waits for her husband Odysseus to come home from the Trojan war Penelope’s young son Telemachus takes it upon himself to tell her in front of a gathering: ‘ … go back up into your quarters … speech will be the business of men, all men, and of me most of all … ’

I wonder if history would be different if, instead of going meekly upstairs, Penelope had told him not to be so cheeky to his mum.


Riding the Iron Rooster by Paul Theroux
Bought with a Christmas book token. I love reading about train journeys and the master train-journey writer is Paul Theroux. And I love reading about China after a visit there in 2011 so this is a double-whammy as PT takes various trains across this vast country. None of them sound at all comfortable so I was glad to be travelling only vicariously in his company. His writing is so vivid – ‘The yak is a lovely long-haired animal, like a cow on its way to the opera.’

He took this journey in 1988 – it would be fascinating if he retraced his steps given the changes in the last thirty years.



The Break by Marion Keyes
Bought in a charity shop. An interesting premise: after being happily married to Amy for fifteen years Hugh, deeply affected by the deaths of his father and a close friend, decides to take a break and go travelling for a year – and also take a break from their marriage.

I’ve read all MK’s books and will continue to do so but I wasn’t mad about this one. Amy’s dysfunctional family doesn’t have the charm of the Walshes who appear in some of the earlier books, and there are no hilarious set-pieces – my favourite is the beauty-parlour scene in Sushi for Beginners.

My main gripe though is that there are so many minor characters and a lot of them have such unusual/unusually spelt names that they become a distraction: Steevie, Urzula, Druzie, Premilla, Thamyres, Raffie (all women) to name but a few.



Maine by Courtney Sullivan
Bought in a charity shop. Regular readers will perhaps remember that I am very keen on books set in New England. In other books (and probably in real life) people who have wonderful summer houses on New England beaches are monied – not that that makes them happy, usually quite the opposite. 

The more ordinary family in this contemporary book own two houses built on land acquired in lieu of a debt fifty years ago, so now it is worth mega bucks. None of them are very happy either, actually, or awfully likeable apart from granddaughter Maggie – Alice, the matriarch, is a difficult mother and mother-in-law and there are lots of untold secrets, the biggest one being <spoiler alert> that Alice has made a will leaving the houses to the local Catholic church. A bit of a find, Courtney Sullivan. Will read more.


The Legacy by Yrsa Sigurdardottir
Frightened myself to bits reading this late into the night. It’s Scandi noir (set in Iceland) that is certainly très noir. Excellent though, very satisfying conclusion. May have to frighten myself again; this is the first of a series.



Fifty-something Shona McMonagle is clever at everything (yes, everything), and she’s very practical and resourceful – as she would not hesitate to tell you herself – being the product of the ‘finest education in the world’ at Marcia Blaine School for Girls (readers of The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie will recognise the reference).

When Miss Blaine herself returns after a gap of many (many) decades to Edinburgh and seeks out Shona in Morningside Library, she asks the former pupil to carry out a mission for her – in 19th-century Russia. It turns out to be both a dangerous and a wonderfully absurd mission and while the reader comes to suspect what’s going on, Shona, for all her much-vaunted education, is oblivious until it’s almost too late.

An absolute hoot (described by one Amazon reviewer as ‘Anna Karenina written by PG Wodehouse’) – I would urge you to make Shona’s acquaintance asap.