54. Chernobyl : History of a Tragedy – Serhii Plokhy
Non-fiction. An account of the 1986 meltdown at the Chernobyl nuclear power plant in Ukraine. Not for the faint hearted. This book literally gave me nightmares!
A gripping and detailed account of the events leading up to the eventful Friday night when a routine test at the plant went horribly wrong, the events of the night itself, and the immediate aftermath for the population living around the plant and the world at large. Towards the end of the book, the writer considers how the Chernobyl explosion helped Ukraine along a path to independence and contributed to the decline of the Soviet Empire. A fascinating and scrupulously well researched account of a terrible event.
55. The Confessions of Frannie Langton – Sara Collins
This was a very strange book. I got the impression the writer was throwing everything she could at this one. The front cover carries a ringing endorsement from Margaret Atwood no less, describing the book as “Wide Sargasso Sea meets Beloved meets Alias Grace…” Undoubtedly, those are all fine novels, but would you want them all to meet each other in the space of 370 pages? I think you could probably throw Daphne du Maurier and Sarah Walters in for good measure. It was pretty noisy in there, and not in a good way.
This book needed to decide what it was trying to do/be and commit to that. There were too many big themes fighting with each other to be heard.
I think others have commented on her generous use of similes, and you weren’t joking! There are millions of them. At first, I didn’t mind so much; the flowery language made quite a pleasant change after the austere factual prose of Chernonyl. After a while however, I found them quite intrusive , and I was soon playing a mental game of "spot the incongruous metaphor" rather than following the plot.
Very ambitous but in my opinion, less than the sum of it’s parts. Having said that, the book is clearly marketed as gothic fiction, a genre which I've never really understood. As I prefer something a little more understated, this might just have been a poor choice on my part.