So folks, it’s been a while since I have blogged. And I mostly put that down to the simplest and most retro of reasons: I have been reading paper books. And, well, the problem with paper books is that they are much harder to mark up by theme and then follow up than kindle books. And also, when I am doing it I feel guilty. So… well…. I don’t. At the same time, as discussed before, you have to be in the right mental mode to blog, and for boring day-to-day life reasons I haven’t been….
Which means I am not in a position to delve into as much detail this time as usual, but still wanted to let you know about some of my interesting recent reads.
By far my favourite was A Possible Life by Sebastian Faulks. This was signed by the man himself (and, embarrassingly I blushed when I met him *no he’s not hot – I just respect-love him). Anyway, I have pretty much enjoyed his previous books. But as with so many novels which everybody raves about (see ref. The Goldfinch) I found Birdsong long and over-rated. But this book was…wow. Really it is a novel of long-ish, short stories with a slightly Ian McEwan bent, as they focus on what might have been. That’s what ties them together, rather than actually knitting together as one narrative. But they are just unbelievably beautifully written, you live the lives of each unique character right alongside them, whether in the 17th Century or the future. I read it in a weekend, in the sun, and wish I could read it again.
Unexploded by Alison Macleod had moments of genius. At times, I was completely engrossed in Second World War Brighton. But overall the book just felt a little facile, trying to elevate conventional middle class concerns and challenges by setting them in a more dramatic time. The most interesting elements (for instance the internment camp) were not sufficiently developed, and the principal protagonist didn’t have a very strong voice. I know this because I struggled to decide what she looked like, which you can always do if someone has a well-developed voice (although you may not agree with others, which one of the many reasons on-screen adaptations can be problematic).
I am still not sure how I feel about The Hive by Gill Hornby (sister of the more famous Nick). In some ways it is quite similar to his novels, entertaining yet accessible. But at the same time it just didn’t hit the mark. Firstly, I think it over-sold itself. The quotes on the front cover make you think it is a work of great new thinking and genius, which it is not. Secondly, it plays on “the hive” concept too much, which gets repetitive. And finally, it is just too “social commentary lite” for me. It tried to tell the story of maternal competition in a way which ‘makes you think’ and yet it doesn’t really. Or it didn’t for me. Instead it just made me hate most of the mothers, and fear the day I am one day a mother myself, waiting at the school gates.
Now I’m back to the kindle, so more to follow soon.