Sorry I dropped off the thread again! Have been thinking of you @Tanaqui
75. Living the Dream, Isabelle Dupuy
This starts in an affluent yummy-mummy London setting, with a children's party and the awkward, charged conversation between the mothers, full of barely-hidden snobbery, racial discomfort and status anxiety. So far, so Motherland (except with Rolexes). However, the book takes a different turn. Dupuy, who lives in London, is from Haiti, and her two main characters are from Haiti and Colombia. Neither of them takes their affluence for granted, and as they start to crack under the pressure to keep up with the constant push for ever greater wealth, both women, feeling increasingly alienated, are haunted by cultural ideas of malediction, curses and magic. Quite a strange read, deliberately discomforting.
76. The Mission House, Carys Davies
Another one that seems like one thing, then reveals itself to be something else. A middle-aged Englishman arrives by train in a hill town in India, where he is offered lodgings by the local padre. He finds himself charmed by the town and its inhabitants, healing what we gradually learn has been a long deterioration in his mental health back in England. However, the story is more subtle than you think, and what sounds like a nostalgic colonial daydream is slippier, and sadder. I loved the beautiful and evocative descriptions of the damp town up in the mountains with its faded British architecture.
77. Heartburn, Nora Ephron
I thought I'd read this so I'm grateful to someone here who reviewed it and made me realise that I hadn't read it after all! A witty, wise-cracking New York story about heartbreak, based on Ephron's real-life experience of being left by her husband (the journalist Carl Bernstein) when she was seven months pregnant. Full of great, funny quotes about life and with the added bonus of recipes (Ephron's character is a food writer - I haven't tried the recipes but they read like real ones, not like the weird ones in The Sea, The Sea)
That’s the catch about betrayal, of course: that it feels good, that there’s something immensely pleasurable about moving from a complicated relationship which involves minor atrocities on both sides to a nice, neat, simple one where one person has done something so horrible and unforgivable that the other person is immediately absolved of all the low-grade sins of sloth, envy, gluttony, avarice and I forget the other three.
78. Lightseekers, Femi Kayode
Detective/police procedural set in and around Port Harcourt in southern Nigeria. Three students have been killed by a mob; our protagonist Philip agrees to spend some time there and investigate as a favour to his father, who is connected to one of the victoms's families. Philip is an academic, a psychologist more accustomed to investigating crimes through the pages of books than on the ground. But when he gets to the small town where the murders took place, he starts to realise that there is more to this situation than the locals are letting on, and despite the danger to himself, he determines to get to the bottom of what really happened.
I really enjoyed this as a portrait of Nigeria, and an exploration of some of the social/political issues in Nigerian society, all of which were new to me.
79. Victoria Park, Gemma Reeves
Loosely-structured novel set in contemporary Hackney, where each chapter follows a different resident of the area around Victoria Park in East London. Explores the social changes in an area previously inhabited by immigrants but more recently gentrified almost beyond recognition, as well as the issues that divide and unite different generations. I thought this was OK, it was an easy read but, while it wasn't cliched, equally I didn't think it had anything particularly ground-breaking to say.
I also DNF-ed The Truants. I really thought I was going to love it. I loved Secret History and got completely engrossed in the awful one about the Yale academic who is a witch, despite its awfulness, so I thought The Truants would be a great book to curl up with now that the evenings are getting darker. A couple of chapters in, I started to doubt myself, and by about chapter 6 I couldn't read any more. Awful tosh - I went back and read @PepeLePew's review from a couple of threads back and can't add anything to the perfect way she has summed up how and why it is so dreadful.