38. A Bientot, Roger Moore
The publishers were scraping the barrel here - last banal musings recorded shortly before he died. Genial enough, but very little substance.
39. The Dig, John Preston
Fictionalised account of the Sutton Hoo archaeological dig in the 1930s. Understated and perhaps a bit too subtle for me - I think I wanted another A Month in the Country by J L Carr, which also features interwar archaeology, but it is a sunnier affair. I admired this without loving it.
40. The Risk of Darkness, Susan Hill
One of the earlier Simon Seraillier books. The author plays with the genre without playing fair - there is very little crime detection going on here. One of the weaker ones in the series.
As Chaucer pointed out, in April "Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages" so I've been thinking about going places and writing some travel books, so:
41. Eastern Horizons, Levison Wood
His account of travelling overland through Russia, Georgia, Iran, Afghanistan and Pakistan to India in his early twenties. He's not a bad writer. He has a young man's snobbery about real travel being more than a middle-aged hobby, and rather sheepishly admits to fits of pique when he encounters other tourists, which explodes his fantasy of being a Great White (Male) Explorer from Victorian times.
42. France: The Soul of a Journey, R J O'Donnell
An account of a three week visit to various tourist spots in France with three other friends - travel as the middle-aged hobby from which Levison recoils. I can't judge this one objectively, as the author is Irish, and something about her authorial voice is so familiar that it was like having an auntie read me sections of a guidebook then fix me with a gimlet eye and utter some completely deflating comment. I gulped it down and laughed on loud several times, but I don't know how wide its appeal would be.
43. The Stranger in the Mirror, Helen Shilling
Reflections (no pun intended) on midlife - the author looks back at the choices she made in the past and the choices still open to her in future. I loved this memoir - the author is a few years older, but I identified with a lot of what she said, almost painfully so sometimes. Beautifully written and honest.