Hello everyone! My holiday reads (and happily, they were all good):
43. Summerwater – Sarah Moss
My first Sarah Moss. Someone on here said that this book made them sure they would want to read everything she had ever written, and I feel the same. I think many of you have already read it – it’s a clever, looping stream of consciousness-ish novel, telling the story of a single day amongst a group of rain-drenched Scottish chalets. There are (I think) 12 accounts; the second six from a family member/partner of one of the first six. Moss is utterly convincing in getting inside the heads of each of her protagonists, and the final denouement is sudden and shocking. Really good.
44. Offshore – Penelope Fitzgerald
This was Fitzgerald’s Booker prizewinner, set amongst a disparate community living on boats moored at Battersea Reach. I really liked the setting and the descriptions of it; I was less engaged by the characters by those in the two other Fitzgerald novels I’ve read (The Bookshop and The Beginning of Spring). I also found the ending abrupt and a bit unsatisfactory. So good, but not as good as the other two (read The Beginning of Spring. It’s brilliant).
45. Old Filth – Jane Gardam
46. The Man in the Wooden Hat – Jane Gardam
47. Last Friends – Jane Gardam
Speaking of brilliant…I have been meaning to read Old Filth for years, and it finally came up in the Kindle Deals for 99p which I took as a sign. I think it’s still 99p and if you haven’t bought and read it already, please, please do. For my money a pretty much perfect novel, telling the story of the titular barrister (Filth stands for Failed in London, try Hong Kong – his real name is Edward Feathers). His contemporaries and juniors think Filth has lived an uneventful, fortunate life, but in a series of flashbacks alternated with present-day chapters, we learn about his tragic childhood in the Raj, his rescue by an eccentric schoolmaster, his work and rivalry with another construction barrister, Terence Veneering, and most of all, his long marriage to his wife Betty. Gardam’s writing is luminous; she has a gift for conjuring not just pictures but feelings (including genuine sadness) and I gulped the whole novel up in no time at all.
The two "sequels" (really companion volumes as they cover the same time period), which I bought straight after reading the first at nearly full price, tell (loosely) the stories, respectively, of Betty and Veneering, but also of several of the supporting characters. They’re not as good, but I was so happy to be able to read more about all the wonderful characters that they still get bolds. And there are enough twists and turns to keep the interest rattling along, together with that gorgeous, gorgeous writing.
A real holiday treat.
It was my birthday last week and a kind friend bought me six months' membership of the Shelter book club, so I'm looking forward to seeing what that will bring. It is a proper indulgence as I do still have 399 unread books on my Kindle (no, that's not a typo. Although some of them are my husband's). The shame.