26. The Oxford Brotherhood, Guillermo Martinez
This is an odd little number - crime fiction set in Oxford is ten a penny, but this is written by an Argentinian author and I'm not sure he creates an entirely convincing picture of the time and place. It was set in the 1990s, although the rather stilted translation makes it sound older. A young woman is lying injured in hospital bed so her mother leaves behind her orchard in Guildford and sits by her bed, clutching a lace handkerchief and crossing herself. I don't think this is a very typical example of Guildford womanhood in the 1990s, although I could be wrong. The plot revolves around a society dedicated to the work of Lewis Carroll, complete with speculation about the missing pages of his diary (I've read about this before and it's based on a real scenario) and his photos of undressed young girls. I can't really recommend it but it was interesting in a way.
27. Wahala, by Nikki May
A group of female friends is joined by a new member, and things start getting complicated. This is a mixture of chicklit and psychological thriller, but done with humour and genuine warmth, and what makes it distinctive is the fact that the friends are all happily bicultural, with Nigerian fathers and English mothers. I loved the entirely positive portrayal of having access to two cultures - characters aren't torn between them, they take pleasure in having both. Decent genre fiction with an enjoyable portrait of Nigerian London.
28. Culture, by Martin Puchner
Reminded me a bit of Sapiens, by Yuval Harari in its determination to cover a huge swathe of human history in a series of short chapters, although here the focus is on the moments when cultures come into contact with each other and how they borrow from each other. Some parts were familiar - Egypt/Greece/Rome, Cortes and the Aztecs, but a lot was new to me - India/China/Japan and Nigeria, for example. When cultural appropriation is so often frowned on, it was really refreshing to have this reminder of how cultures constantly learn from each other.
As a result of the Taming the TBR thread, I also ended up reading quite a bit section of The Diaries of Nella Last, who kept a diary from 1939 onwards as part of the Mass Observation project. I'm not giving it a number as I did skip a lot, but given that the editors were only including some of her lengthy output, I felt it was fine to read a sample. She writes a bit about world events and a lot about what meals she provided and, in the last few years, about her husband. She says pretty bluntly that she was more of a mother than a wife to him in his later years.