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My latest round-up:
67. Over My Dead Body, Maz Evans
Woman attempts to solve her own murder from the afterlife. Reminded me of the TV series The Good Place, if you added in Whoopi Goldberg from Ghost and made them all English. There were a few nicely acerbic comments along the way and overall I enjoyed it. The author usually writes YA fiction, so everything was nicely tidied up and lessons learned by the end. A decent beach read, if only I had been on a beach.
68. Wayfarer, Phoebe
Non-fiction - woman reflects on the death of her mother and on her own awful boyfriends while walking pilgrim paths around the UK. It's the sort of thing I usually like, but this didn't do much for me. Her writing is okay, readable journalistic prose, but nothing special. She doesn't evoke the places all that well, and while I don't doubt the author's personal experiences, they were tidied up neatly into the formula used in the genre: if you're 80% of the way in, you know that redemption is around the corner. And boom, there you go.
69. The Antique Hunter's Guide to Murder, C L Miller
Utter dross. Cosy crime - woman follows clues left by murdered mentor to discover something or other. All the heady realism of Scooby Doo, but with less convincing characterisation. Something something big house, something something pool of blood, something something locked cellars blah blah blah.
70. Streets of Darkness, A A Dhand
Down the mean streets of Bradford, a man must go alone. Yorkshire noir. Original in some ways - our hero is a Sikh married to a Muslim and Bradford makes for a fresh setting - but cliched in others: our hero is a renegade cop (the word seems right as American movies are a clear influence), his boss is days from retirement, there are unlikely alliances and various other things that it would be a spoiler to list. On the whole I thought it was decent crime fiction.
71. Two Sisters, Blake Morrison
Memoir of the author's sister, and, to a lesser-extent, his half-sister. The former suffered from alcoholism, the latter died by suicide. This had a luke-warm reception on here, but I was quite engaged by it. It does feel a bit padded out with stories of other famous(ish) brothers and sisters, but I was interested in the author's questioning of what makes us turn out the way we do.
72. Meet me at the Museum, Anne Youngson
Recommended by RomanMum as a follow-on from The Bog People. An English woman and a Danish man, a curator at the museum that holds Tollund Man, send each other a series of letters about their lives. This was wistful and resisted any neat endings and I really liked it.
73. The Man who went into the West, Byron Rogers
Biography of the Welsh poet R S Thomas. The biographer served his subject well by not taking him entirely seriously, and viewing his "wild man of the west" persona as being somewhat tongue-in-cheek. Interesting reflection on what it means to belong in particular place. This was great.