I've fallen a bit behind with my reviews as Christmas approaches and makes demands on my reading time ...Anyway, here are my three latest...
65. Middle England – Jonathan Coe
This is the third book in a trilogy which I’ve enjoyed reading this year. This was probably my least favourite of the three, as it focuses on the lives of the three Trotter siblings reach middle age during the period 2010 – 2018.
Inevitably Brexit features quite heavily, and I must admit to having quite enough of Brexit recently so that probably put me off. I think the nostalgia of the first two books, set in the seventies and the nineties respectively was lacking here. Having said that, given recent political events this book already felt a bit dated. Despite all of this, it was an undemanding read which raised a few smiles. If a fourth book appears, I would be interested to see what the Trotters get up to in old age.
66. Regeneration – Pat Barker
A re-read for a book group, first encountered in my twenties. I was curious about my reaction to this one, given I could remember very little about it, apart from that I didn’t go on to read anything else by Pat Barker until trying The Silence of the Girls earlier this year which left me feeling distinctly underwhelmed.
I thought this was good in parts. She created a sense of time and place very well and I particularly enjoyed her evocative description of Craiglockhart War Hospital. Her exploration of the toxic masculinity and “stiff upper lip” mentality of the era was thought provoking. However, I didn’t feel as much empathy for the characters as I wanted to and remained quite detached throughout the whole book. With the exception of the psychiatrist Rivers I felt characterisation wasn’t as convincing as the scene setting and consequently the book felt a little heartless and dry. I have reached the conclusion that Pat Barker probably isn’t for me.
67. Wounds – Fergal Keane
I read The Dream of the Celt earlier this year which piqued by interest in this period in Irish History, which I’m ashamed to say I knew very little about. This non-fiction text covers the period 1920’s to the present day.
I enjoyed Fergal Keane’s writing very much as it has a novel-like feel to it which made for a surprisingly easy read. He builds the text around his own family’s involvement in the fight against the British for Irish independence and the ensuing civil war post 1922, which humanises the subject matter and makes its relatable.
I’m not sure whether it would be accurate to say that I enjoyed this one, given the harrowing subject matter but I do feel I understand recent Irish history much more than I did before reading it.