31. The Rotters’ Club by Jonathan Coe
I really enjoyed this, it was clever and funny I absorbed by all the characters. He doesn’t create “likeable” characters - he creates real and interesting ones. This is a story of growing up in the 70s, and he is great at evoking the culture and politics of the time, in the midst of which the usual all consuming teenage anxieties are played out. Mysteries large and small are woven deftly through the novel, and the sense is of a group of young people struggling to hold onto the last vestiges of childhood humour and innocence, all the while the tragedies of life creep in closer around them. I loved this so much I went straight on to revisit the characters twenty years on in
32. The Closed Circle
Set in the late 90s Britain with Tony Blair at the helm, this was darker, as was to be expected with the ageing of the characters, but totally involving again. The way this book interlocks with the first, the callbacks to seemingly insignificant moments, and the way threads are pulled together, is excellent, so while this doesn’t have quite the charm of the first, it so expertly weaves itself from it that I couldn’t help but get lost in it. A piece of music, a passing remark, a pair of swimming trunks - they are all reprised with a dexterity that gives the whole thing a satisfying ring of reality. I am looking forward to his new book Middle England this autumn to see what he does with them next time.
33. The Nest by Cynthia Something-Something
This was awful. Easy to read and I imagine if you were in the mood for a bit of froth about rich, dull, vacuous Americans fighting over an inheritance that will make their already fairly blessed lives a little more blessed it might hit the spot...but wait, does a bit of froth such as this nevertheless have the scope and depth to deal sensitively with 9/11, AIDS, teenage sexuality, amputees, and illegal immigration as well as ranting on and on about pay cheques, pensions, real estate, trust funds, off shore accounts etc ad infinitum? No. No it doesn’t.
34. Circe by Madeline Miller
Well reviewed already on this thread. I loved this - fantastic read. One of Miller’s strengths is getting you to care about, and find new angles into, stories you already feel you know inside out, so you don’t immediately recognise where it is all going, even if you are well versed in your Myths. There are probably faults I could find with it but I’m giving it five stars because of the pure enjoyment it gave me returning to it and it having one of those rarities in recent fiction - a good ending.
Was so immersed in the mythological world she created that straight after this I finally got stuck into
35. A Song of Achilles
I found this a really good read too, though I don’t think the writing is quite as strong as is Circe, there is a first novel sloppiness to the dialogue and I don’t know that she is as successful here, but it was great fun all the same. Until it wasn’t. Sob.