Catching up (again). Sorry all.
Dark Fire, CJ Sansom
Second in the Shardlake Tudor mystery/crime series. Centres on 'Greek Fire', a strange substance supposedly made by the Ancient Greeks, which unscrupulous elements are now trying to replicate with the help of alchemists, to use for nefarious purposes.
The second plotline is about a young woman accused of murder and the countdown to her being tried in a kangaroo court and almost certainly hanged.
As with the first one, I liked the atmosphere and evocation of 16th-C life. It was quite surprisingly dark in the detail in places, which I found unsettling (not necessarily a bad thing). I am getting very fond of Shardlake and he has a sidekick in this one who I liked a lot too.
The Marriage Portrait, Maggie O’Farrell
Already reviewed, so I won't repeat stuff. Have to say, I was a little underwhelmed with this. I couldn't shake the feeling that, rather than living the book with the characters, I was watching it take place; I felt very distanced from it all. It's well written though. I will say, I liked the ending very much; without spoilering anyone, I thought it had an element of wish-fulfilment and hope that I found moving.
A Spell of Winter, Helen Dunmore
Quite Gothic but definitely a literary read, set in turn-of-the-century England somewhere. Two siblings, Catherine and Rob, live with family shame about money, infidelity and illness. Can't say much more without possibly spoiling it. This was a weird one. I like grim, and I like difficult, and tortured, but there was an underlying unpleasant tone that was unpleasant in slightly the wrong way. I wouldn't say don't read it though, and I did mostly enjoy it. Just left a bit of an odd taste in my mouth.
Mother's Boy, Patrick Gale
Fictionalised retelling of the life of the poet Charles Causley, based on diaries, papers and poems. It covers from 1914, when his parents meet, to 1948, when he returns to his home town from the war.
There are some lovely and some worrying/unsettling/sad childhood events; the details of his home life are gone into lovingly but quite clearly (you get a sense of how hard life was on a day-to-day level), and we see how he develops into a creative person as well as his social and sexual awakenings.
I find Gale an odd writer, really. Some terrible things happen in this book, it being World War I and all. But the tone is sort of relentlessly warm and, not exactly light, but not gruelling. I tend to think that if Gale were a woman, he'd be a little less praised and a little more dismissed as 'just' a domestic or romantic writer. But it's certainly an enjoyable and a somewhat nostalgic read.