On The Proof of My Innocence, I always enjoy Jonathan Coe, but didn't feel that his usual state of the nation material blended well with the murder mystery.
10.The Bookshop by Penelope Fitzgerald. In postwar Suffolk, widow Florence Green acquires a damp and neglected old property, and opens a bookshop there, despite the strong opposition of others in the town, some of whom have designs on that property themselves.
The petty squabbles of small-minded people in small towns is brilliantly and often comically evoked. The novel is very short, so there’s not a whole lot of plot, but the characters are instantly recognisable. I was really moved by a subplot in which Florence’s schoolgirl helper Christine fails her eleven plus and sees her future, including the possibility of marriage to a nice white collar chap, go up in smoke. There’s a slightly daft bit about a poltergeist that didn’t add much but otherwise this was excellent.
11.Agnes Grey by Anne Brontë. Agnes is the daughter of church minister who loses all of his money in a business venture that goes wrong. To help the family finances Anne decides that she must earn a living, and take up employment as a governess. Her first position with the Bloomfields is a disaster. The children are feral, but their lack of progress is blamed on Anne, and she is dismissed. A second position with the Murrays is slightly more successful, and the curate in the village is very earnest and kind indeed.
I picked this up after enjoying The Tenant of Wildfell Hall last year. This isn’t as good as that, but then not much is! It’s a relatively classic autobiographical coming of age novel with an Austen style ending. The most entertaining parts were Anne’s battles with the awful Bloomfield children. Anne isn’t an obvious heroine, and her attempts to educate her charges spill over into pious moralising at times, but this was still a very engaging story and I loved the soppy ending.