70. The Real Kenneth Grahame: The Tragedy Behind the Wind in the Willows, Elizabeth Galvin
During the hot weather, I went for an outdoor swim. While sitting on the bank, I decided to dip into the Wind in the Willows - very pleasant it was too. This made me pick up this literary biography. I'd read a previous one so was familiar with the outline of his life, but this one was a bit different in tentatively suggesting that he might have been gay, and also in being somewhat sympathetic to his wife, where previous biographers have been unremittingly hostile. It was interesting, but not escapist - I should perhaps have stuck with his writing, rather than what was written about him.
71. Cotillion, Georgette Heyer
Kitty gets engaged to Freddy with no intention of marrying him, which is fine as he doesn't want to marry her either. She moves to London and starts sorting out everyone else's love life, but what will happen to hers? A frothy delight. This is my second Heyer and it feels like great riches such an enormous back catalogue to explore.
72. City of Buried Ghosts, Chris Lloyd
Standard crime fiction in a foreign setting, this time Spain, or rather Catalonia. I quite liked the references to history, in particular to the legacy of the Franco regime, but it felt a bit painting by numbers and I won't seek out other books in the series unless I was going on holiday there.
73. The Age of Diagnosis, Suzanne O'Sullivan
As with another book I read recently, this expresses scepticism about potential over-diagnosis of a range of milder conditions. She is particularly concerned about the nocebo effect of labelling. When it comes to ADHD, she's not pointing to existing evidence that the labelling is harmful, but saying that it's something that needs to be investigated, so we're not rushing to diagnose on the assumption that it's unambiguously a good thing. She notes that many individuals find the diagnosis helpful, but says that there's isn't research to say whether the diagnosis does have a positive impact on their lives, and then questions herself as to why her impressions of its usefulness should be considered more valid than those who've received the diagnosis. I find that this willingness to question her own views is helpful. It's not a polemic against diagnosis, just a suggestion that we slow down and be willing to consider unintended negative consequences.