I haven't read it myself, Remus, by my PIL were both telling me enthusiastically about Robert Harris's The Second Sleep, which is set 800 years in the future after a return to "the new dark ages".
@cassandre I'd forgotten about Maud Ellmann, but I think we must have been around Cambridge at about the same time! I was there in the second half of the 90s...
47. Home Fire by Kamila Shamsie
Much read and reviewed here. I really liked it, despite having absolutely no prior familiarity with Sophocles' Antigone. Now that I've done my Wikipedia research, I can see the links, but I think it stands up well even if you don't know about the retelling aspect.
48. The Locked Room by Elly Griffiths
In which Ruth and Nelson shack up during lockdown. I'm getting really tired of their relationship now (I really can't see the appeal of Nelson at all!) and I'm only really sticking with this series because the next book is the last. The mysteries and archaeology that made the earlier books so interesting are almost entirely absent from this book - and what mystery there is centres around a situation that manages to be both unengaging and unbelievable at the same time. Covid references have been shoehorned into the text every couple of chapters but Griffith's hasn't managed to evoke the pandemic atmosphere at all in my view. This is definitely one for the fans only, I'd say.
49. The Rising Tide by Ann Cleeves
More downbeat than usual, with an ending that caught me by surprise because I couldn't quite believe it was going to go the way that it did. I can't seem to stop reading these books even though I'm continually irritated by the numerous references to Vera's "bulk", how she's worried about sitting in a chair in case she breaks it, how other people perceive her as a fat bag lady, etc. There's nothing in the text to suggest that she's anything other than just overweight - and certainly not debilitatingly vast - so I think all of the references to aching knees and straining trousers just reflect Cleeves' prejudices towards fat people (says a grumpy overweight person who can still walk 5 miles or go for a run). I'm not blind to the health risks of being overweight, and I'm definitely not what you might call "fat positive", but the comments about Vera's size are just getting ridiculous now. And that's before you even start on the portrayal of poor Sal...
On a more positive note, I was tickled by the fact that Mick Herron's Slow Horses is revealed to be a favourite of Vera and Holly - I hadn't previously imagined either of them reading!
50. The Cliff House by Chris Brookmyre
Thanks to whichever 50 booker it was who pointed out that it was a Kindle deal recently! In other, less skilled hands, this story of a hen party on a remote island that goes wrong would have been hackneyed and silly. Luckily, Brookmyre is a master of the comedy horror genre and he plays so deftly with the cliches that you're just swept along by the story without worrying about its essential preposterousness. I enjoyed this hugely and am really pleased that it is my 50th book of the year!
Incidentally, when did he change from "Christopher" to "Chris"? All my old paperbacks have Christopher Brookmyre on them, and it seems like an odd move for such an established writer when it doesn't seem to make much difference.