Miss Read: Winter in Thrush Green
Comfort reading? Perhaps, but there is nothing wrong with that. Miss Read revisits Thrush Green for the first time in this novel from 1961. Some wonderful lines but not as much of the barbed sentiment of her previous work. (***)
J M Coetzee: The Childhood of Jesus
When this isn't being allegorical it is being philosophical. Neither approach really goes anywhere. (***)
Marc Leverton: Glastonbury Festival Myths and Legends
Fun little pocket book with snippets of stories from across the many years of the festival. To be honest, it could have all been covered in a magazine article but might be a nice memento of your visit. (***)
Miss Read: Fresh from the Country
A standalone novel, outside her two main series, about a young teacher's first job in a big school in a large town. Good story, lots of great characters. Surprised she didn't follow this up with any more. A shame. (****)
Brian Aldiss: Frankenstein Unbound
A somewhat bonkers sequel which is hugely more entertaining than the original. (****)
Mary Shelley: Frankenstein
God, what a disappointment. Plot holes the monster could walk through without having to bend down. Ridiculous. (**)
Will le Fleming: Central Reservation
A remarkably measured and accomplished debut. A story about loss, families, survival and that awkward transition into adulthood. A writer to watch. (****)
Kerry Hudson: Tony Hogan Bought Me an Ice-cream Float Before He Stole My Ma
Best first line I've read this year: 'Get out, you cunting, shitting, little fucking fucker!' were the first words I ever heard. And the rest of it is just as good. (****)
Jen Campbell: More Weird Things Customers Say in Bookshops
It arrived in the mail, I opened it up to dip in, next thing I knew I had finished the whole thing. (****)
Peter F. Hamilton: Misspent Youth
What a science fiction novel would be like if written by Judith Krantz. Utterly ridiculous but actually quite good fun. (***)
Miss Read: Thrush Green
Part of my Reading Miss Read challenge. The first in a parallel series to the Fairacre books and of an equally high standard. Looking forward to finding out what happens next. (****)
Miss Read: Storm in the Village
Latest instalment in my quest to read all the Miss Read books this year. This one moved away from the school setting somewhat and focused more on goings on in the village. A bit more gossipy and less social commentary as a result. Enjoyable comfort reading. (***)
Angela S. Choi: Hello Kitty Must Die
A novel about traditional Chinese families in modern America with a bit of hymen reconstruction surgery and serial killing thrown in for good measure. (****)
Carlene Bauer: Frances and Bernard
An epistolary novel based on the friendship between Robert Lowell and Flannery O'Connor. I picked it up and found it hard to put back down again. Polished it off in three short sittings. Excellent stuff. (****)
Jeremy Paxman: The Political Animal: An Anatomy
Genuinely enlightening study of politicians in the this country. Why they do it, what makes them tick, what their jobs entail and what happens when they are booted out. (****)
Richard Cowper: A Dream of Kinship
Second in an almost forgotten fantasy trilogy. Not quite as good as the first but still a cracking tale. Looking forward to the final part. (****)
Gilbert Adair: The Death of the Author
A murder mystery which doubles up as a satire on the world of literary criticism. A niche market, perhaps, but I really enjoyed this. (****)
Fiona Maddocks: Hildegard of Bingen
Fascinating biography of a 12th Century abbess who is recognised as one of the first composers as well as being a visionary, naturalist and feminist. (****)
Miss Read: Village Diary
Book two in my reading challenge and every bit as entertaining as the first. (****)
JMR Higgs: KLF: Chaos Magic Music Money
Witty, thought-provoking, jaw-dropping at times, this is one of the best books about the music industry you will ever read. (****)
Jennifer Egan: A Visit From the Goon Squad
I had no idea what to expect when I started reading this, I didn't even know what it was about, but was most pleasantly surprised. An original piece of storytelling which never forgets it is trying to tell a story. (****)
Miss Read: Village School
A year in the life of a fictional village school during the 1950s. A much misunderstood modern classic and a fascinating slice of social history. (****)
Stephan Mendel-Enk: Oh Sweden! Oh Israel!
One of the most accessible Jewish novels (for me as a non-Jewish reader) that I have come across. A quirky family story. Very short. Not amazing but some impressive stuff in there. Thought the £12.99 RRP for a book coming in at under 150 pages was a bit steep. (***)
Apostolos Doxiadis: Logicomix: An Epic Search for Truth
A graphic novel about Bertrand Russell. I shit you not. And it is proper fascinating and everything. (****)
Guy Delisle: Burma Chronicles
An account of a year the author spent living in Burma told in comic book form. Genuinely interesting and engaging if not particularly earth shattering but well worth a read if you want to find out a bit about the country and its people. (****)
Junichiro Tanizaki: Some Prefer Nettles
A somewhat restrained novel about the breakdown of a marriage in 1920s Japan. Offers considerable insight into Japanese society at the time. (***)
Kent Haruf: Benediction
A quiet masterpiece. (*****)
Alison Moore: The Lighthouse
Simple, unpretentious prose. Beautifully observed. Slightly off-kilter story. Really rather splendid. (****)
Brian Aldiss: Bury My Heart At W. H. Smith's
A memoir, of sorts. A glimpse at a writer's life. Full of great anecdotes and shameless namedropping. (****)
Brian Aldiss: The Brightfount Diaries
The diary of a fictional bookseller. Brian's first published book started out as a series of columns in The Bookseller magazine in the 1950s and is a delightfully amusing portrait of bookselling in the middle of the last century, much of which hasn't really changed a great deal. (****)
I think it might be something to do with being a hangover from the old 18th century daily gossip sheets like the Tatler, which censored all names and places in order to cover the arse of its writer. A lot of newssheet writers became novelists, but why they kept this particular trait I've no idea.
Posted by: Phil Norman | February 04, 2009 at 08:28 AM
I like the image on this post.
Posted by: Em | February 04, 2009 at 10:13 AM
I have read that the Victorian age was highly litigeous, so it was neccessary to avoid any confusion between real people and fictional characters. See also the outrageous names which Dickens and other authors used - it wasn't just for comic effect, it warded off law suits too.
Posted by: Ken | February 04, 2009 at 11:07 AM
I hate the use of hyphens instead of speech marks e.g.
- Oh Vera, that's a lovely hat you have on
- That's no hat, that's my fruit bowl
And at the risk of sounding like I'm a hating kind of a person, I'm afraid I also hate the image on this post.
Posted by: alex | February 04, 2009 at 11:31 AM
My pet book hate is the obsession with possessive titles that started, perhaps, with Flaubert's Parrot, but really gathered momentum after Captain Corelli's Mandolin.
It now feels as if every other historical biography has to have a possessive title:
Fermat's Last Theorem
Nathaniel's Nutmeg
Captain Bligh's Portable Nightmare
Nella's Last Peace
Kitchener's Last Volunteer
Rutka's Notebook
Darwin's Dangerous Ideaetc
and also novels like:
Lempriere's Dictionary
Hemmingway's Chair
Edward Trencom's Nose
The list goes on.
Posted by: Steerforth | February 04, 2009 at 11:47 AM
I get really irritated when any book deliberately fails to name the main character. It smacks of smart-arsery and becomes especially silly when any dialogue with or about the character becomes forced by following the pattern of not naming her. Check out Elizabeth Kostova's vastly overrated The Historian as a prime example
Posted by: Bob | February 04, 2009 at 01:16 PM
It's more of a production niggle - but I don't like it when very short books are printed with huge typeface to make them fill more pages. A short book is a short book, be proud of it and let it look slender on the shelf.
Posted by: jem | February 04, 2009 at 03:36 PM
I've just thought of another one - introductions in classics that tell you how the novel ends. I remember dutifully reading the foreword to the Penguin Classics edition of 'Jude the Obscure' only to discover what happened to Jude. Thanks a million. Some of us still like to be surprised by the ending (although in Hardy's case, you don't need to be Mystic Meg to predict the outcome).
And I quite agree about foreign language quotes. Those of us who didn't have the benefit of a private education are not automatically proficient in several European languages and it really annoys me when some ponce starts quoting in French without including a translation.
Still, plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose.
Posted by: Steerforth | February 05, 2009 at 09:55 AM