Even though I struggle to spell her name with the requisite amount of Os and Rs, Maggie O’Farrell and I are going to be great friends. I’ve decided. There’s not much she can do about it. So neh.
A little late in the day, I know…. but I only discovered her last week. And she has knocked my socks off. I have powered through three of her books and am onto my fourth. And that’s how I know we are going to get along like a house on fire. Because she is one of those authors you really a get a sense of through her books. And the books themselves, well, they are everything you look for in a friend. They are human and kind, but original and witty, and a little subversive and very, clever. But also, simply, likeable. They are the perfect balance – too user-friendly to be seemed ‘challenging’ but far too complex and erudite for me to claim they are ‘pink.’ And I, for one can’t get enough of them.
Ok, and I nearly mentioned this first, but she is also married to William Sutcliffe. And before I had even heard of her (thanks to whomever, and I forget who, recommended her latest novel: ‘Instructions for a Heatwave’) he was one of my various author crushes. I can still remember, somewhere in my late teens reading ‘Are you Experienced?’ in the course of one long car journey (maybe the Italian mountains, but I digress) and thinking “this man really gets me”. And ok, we are never going to marry. But now we can all be great friends; how wonderful!
So, if you haven’t read any Maggie O’Farrell, you must. But don’t steal her. She was my friend first.