2020 in Facts and Figures
January 3, 2021 January 3, 2021 14 Comments
I already posted my main 2020 in Review and Looking Ahead to 2021 posts a while ago — only on my new blog (separate post to come) –, but I held back on my 2020 reading statistics until the year was well and truly over. And for all my good intentions when posting my mid-year summary back in early July 2020, the second half of the year continued pretty much in the same vein as the first half had begun; i.e., my statistics for the whole year are still a variation on the theme of Fifty Ways to Leave Your Lover, or, 17 charts showing that 2020 was a year of reading Golden Age mysteries written by women (and following other Anglo-/ UK-centric reading proclivities); i.e. comfort reading galore … it was just that kind of year, I guess.
As a result, my Golden Age Mysteries / Detection Club reading project progressed very nicely. Luckily, as I said in my main 2020 in Review post, I also managed to add a number of new countries to my Around the World challenge, and the gender balance is solidly in favor of women authors: I read almost 2 1/2 books by women for every book written by a man — in fact, I even reread more books by women than the total number of books by men. So there was at least some progress in other areas, too. And I liked or even loved most of the books I read in 2020 — including most of the new-to-me books –, which of course was another huge plus; in a year where reading was my go-to source of comfort, at that: most of my ratings were 4 stars or higher and thus, above the rating that marks "average" in my personal scale (3.5 stars).
Still, in 2021 I'm going to make a fresh attempt to refocus on my Around the World reading project, in furtherance of which I've also created a Diversity Bingo that I'll try to get through in the space of this one year (though if it takes longer, it takes longer); and I'll also try to include more books from my Freedom and Future Library in my yearly reading again.
And now, without any further ado:
Greatest New Author Discoveries of 2020
Classics and LitFic
Olivia Manning
Dorothy Dunnett
Jean-François Parot
Paul Doherty
Golden and Silver Age Mysteries
Josephine Bell
Moray Dalton
Molly Thynne
Christianna Brand
Anthony Gilbert
Raymond Postgate
Patricia Moyes
My Life in Book Titles
This is a meme I've seen on quite a few blogs towards the end of 2020; it was created by Annabel at Annabookbel. You're to answer the prompts, using only books you have read in 2020; without, if possible, repeating a book title. I thought I'd include it in my yearly roundup — and to up the ante a little bit further, I decided to use only books I read for the first time in 2020.
In high school I was Unspeakable (John Bercow)
People might be surprised by (my incarnation as) Lioness Rampant (Tamora Pierce)
I will never be The Horse You Came in On (Martha Grimes), nor Resorting to Murder (Martin Edwards, ed.; Various Authors)
My life in lockdown was like (a) Tour de Force (Christianna Brand) and (a) Tragedy at Law (Cyril Hare)
My fantasy job is The Thinking Machine at Work (Jacques Futrelle)
At the end of a long day I need to be Homegoing (Yaa Gyasi) (to my) Pilgrim's Rest (Patricia Wentworth)
I hate being (around) Serpents in Eden (Martin Edwards, ed.; Various Authors)
Wish I had The Lost Tools of Learning (Dorothy L. Sayers)
My family reunions are (often with) Thirteen Guests (J. Jefferson Farjeon)
At a party you'd find me with My Friend Mr. Campion (Margery Allingham), Lady Molly of Scotland Yard (Emmuska Orczy), and other Bodies from the Library (Tony Medawar, ed.; Various Authors)
I've never been to Goodwood (Holly Throsby), Cherringham (Matthew Costello, Neil Richards), or At the Villa Rose (A.E.W. Mason)
A happy day includes A Small Place (Jamaica Kincaid) (of my own): My Beloved World (Sonia Sotomayor)
Motto(s) I live by: To Love and Be Wise (Josephine Tey); and We Should All Be Feminists (Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie)
On my bucket list is Shakespeare's Local (Pete Brown)
In my next life, I want to have The Grand Tour (Matthew Pritchard, ed.; Agatha Christie)
The Stats
Number of books started: 273
Number of books finished: 271
DNF: 2
Average Rating (overall): 3.9
Average Rating w/o Favorite Annual Xmas Rereads: 3.8
Note: The above chart includes my 6 annual Christmas rereads, which have a habit of slightly skewing my overall rating figures upwards; without these books, the number of 5-star books is reduced by 5 and the number of 4.5-star books is reduced by 1.
Note: "F / M (mixed)" refers to anthologies with contributions by both male and female authors, as well as to books jointly written by male and female authors. — "N / A" in the protagonist gender chart refers to Martha Wells's Murderbot, who is deliberately created as gender-neutral.
Note: "Multi-ethnic" either refers to several persons (authors / protagonists) of different genders, or to one person of mixed ethnicity.
Halloween Bingo 2020: The Rest of the Game and Wrap-Up
November 1, 2020 November 1, 2020 10 Comments
Sooo, that's another bingo game behind us already! Many thanks to our game hosts for successfully moving the game from BookLikes to a new venue and organizing one heck of a game despite that venue's built-in limitations. I had a great time and would only have wished I could have participated more throughout the game (particularly in October).
As I had expected, RL started to run major interference by mid-September; and while initially I was at least still able to continue reading (even though I no longer had any time to compose update posts here on WP), by the beginning of October, even reading was essentially a no-go. Just as well that I had powered through my remaining books by that time … otherwise, this would likely have been the first year in which I hadn't made it all the way to blackout.
Anyway — here's my blacked-out bingo card — gained after having had to wait for Doomsday (to be called … on the game's very last day, at that: could there possibly have been a better conclusion to this year's game?), with my "virgin" card below and my final spreadsheet at the end of this post:
My Master Update Post
The Game's Final Books
… (roughly) in the order in which I read them:
Naomi Novik: Spinning Silver
Book 2 in Novik's series of books updating classical fairy tales (though not, actually, a sequel to Uprooted — this one very much stands on its own ground): essentially, a blend of Rumpelstiltskin, Baba Yaga, and the English / British version of the elf lore, set in a fictional Eastern European country that is, however, very clearly inspired by Russia — down to the use of proper names, titles, and other terms, which are either downright Russian or a sort of pan-Slavic bowdlerization of Russian, Polish, or other Slavic terms.
Novik almost lost me during the initial scene-setting, which struck me as overly elaborate and wordy (she's clearly her own greatest fan where it comes to the use of descriptive language or, for that matter, even "showing" instead of "telling"); but once the story got going, I was happy enough to come along for the ride, and there were enough innovative elements to keep me interested throughout. It was probably a good thing that both the source material and the setting were entirely fictional, though (even if heavily borrowing from Russian and pan-Slavic elements), because I'm almost certain that if Novik had aimed for an existing historical setting (as she does in her Temeraire series), she'd have had me wincing at some point or other. — I may go on to read Uprooted or another fairy tale-based book by her eventually, but it's not a priority, and after this first taste of her writing, I am even less eager to go anywhere near Temeraire.
The Medieval Murderers: The Lost Prophecies
This was a reread, which this time around I liked quite a bit better than when I first read it a few years ago. The Medieval Murderers series of round robins are the perfect books for the "Relics and Curiosities" Halloween Bingo category, as their very concept consists in following one (supposedly cursed or unlucky) item through history, from its first use or appearance at some point in the (typically: early) Middle Ages to the present day (or beyond); so they have become sort of my go-to series for this bingo square. Yet, in this particular instance I was sorely tempted to change my mind and assign the book to either the "Doomsday" or the "Dystopian Hellscape" square, as it ends with a scary-and-believable-as-hell doomsday scenario set in a post-climate-catastrophe future, with half the world (e.g., all of Africa and India) essentially burnt up and turned into a scorching, uninhabitable desert, and the better part of the rest half-submerged by the world's oceans after the melting of the polar ice caps. (It's also a showcase for not extrapolating too noticeably from the political order at the time of writing, though, as it was written pre-Brexit and more or less takes Britain's continued membership in the EU as a given … oh well.)
Like in all the books in the series, the individual sections of The Lost Prophecies (which concerns a book of doomsday prophesies compiled by a 6th century Irish monk) can, at heart, stand on their own, even though there are occasional cross-references; particularly, of course, to the "dangerous book"'s mysterious origins. Individually and collectively, the book's various parts take the reader on a journey from 6th century Ireland to medieval Devon, late medieval Cambridge, the Tartar Steppe, rural England in Shakespeare's times, and, as mentioned above, the doomsday world of the "dangerous book"'s final prophecies. As is to be expected in a round robin — and as is typically the case in this series, too — not all of the individual mystery sections are equally strong, and I've found my previous likes and dislikes essentially confirmed upon this reread, even if, as I said, I liked the book quite a bit better as a whole this time around.
A.S. Byatt: Ragnarok
Ultimately, I decided to go with Byatt's take on Ragnarök for the "Doomsday" Halloween Bingo square, because let's face it, doomsday doesn't get anymore terrifying than in Norse mythology — and I am glad that Byatt, for one, didn't try to humanize the Norse deities, as so many other authors do in their attempt to make them understandable to modern readers. (You can easily do that to the gods of Greek mythology — and honestly, that's one of the reasons why as a child I found them, and Greek mythology as a whole, much easier to understand than Norse mythology; but try to assign human characteristics and motivations to Thor or Loki and you're instantly missing their intrinsic nature.) By the same token, I found it intriguing that Byatt herself — as the "thin child" through whose eyes we are witnessing Ragnarök here is, as she herself confirms in the book's afterword, an only thinly-veiled edition of Byatt's younger self — was drawn so much to the Norse version of doomsday in her younger years. Of couse, what with WWII persistently threatening to destroy her own world, on the one hand it's easily understandable that she would turn to the kind of storytelling that centers on precisely this sort of catastrophe; on the other hand, the thoroughly alien and hard-to-grasp Norse deities don't seem to be the very first, logical point of identification coming to mind. All the more thought, however, Byatt clearly put into her approach to Ragnarök, and all the more the whole thing is to the benefit of the reader … even if, like myself, that reader still comes away preferring Greek to Norse mythology.
Sharyn McCrumb: The Ballad of Tom Dooley
Just as the Medieval Murderers series has, over the years, become my go-to series for "Relics and Curiosities", Sharyn McCrumb's Ballad series is my go-to series for the Southern Gothic bingo square. I've enjoyed all of the books from that series that I've read so far; none more than The Ballad of Frankie Silver. This particular entry, while not a complete let-down, was thus a bit unexpected as it is the first time that I could not empathize with one of the major POV characters (which, I find more and more, is kind of crucial to my enjoyment of a book); not least because I thought her character unnecessarily clichéd. And although McCrumb insists that — like in her other Ballad novels — the essential story is based on historic fact, she seems to have given in to conjecture here more than she usually does, which is something that I find problematic at least if, like here, it involves people who have actually lived, and have been a part of the events described, though not necessarily (or at least not demonstrably) in the way set forth by the author. — Research and faithful narration aside, however, McCrumb can still write rings around many another writer, and her scene-setting and ear for dialogue (both interior and exterior) is as flawless as ever here.
T.S. Eliot: Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats
Original review HERE.
Additional separate post HERE — Macavity, Mr. Mistoffelees & Co. in all their feline glory still very much deserve a post of their own!
Michael Jecks: The Malice of Unnatural Death
I've been a fan of Michael Jecks's Knights Templar series for a number of years now, and although he pretty much grabbed me with the opening scene of that series's very first book (and never mind that that particular book did come across as more of a typical "early" book later on), I keep enjoying how much better the series gets the further it progresses. I am not reading it in order (though I've read enough books at this point to have a fairly solid grasp of the two main characters' overall story arch) — so far this hasn't greatly bothered me, but I may find it more difficult to go back to some of the earlier books after having read this particular installment, which, never mind its occasionally gut-wrenching scenes, is a veritable page-turner and darned near perfectly crafted in virtually every respect. It's also the perfect Halloween (bingo) read, in that it combines a (medieval) mystery — set in Exeter and the main characters' nearby Dartmoor home — with apparent elements of the supernatural; concerning, as it does, the activities of a necromancer — an assassin claiming to be in league with the devil and using powers bestowed on him by the devil in order to carry out his murders (in the dead of winter, at that). All told, this was definitely one of the highlights of my bingo reads this year.
Ellis Peters: The Devil's Novice
Another (re-re-)reread and, not just in its medieval setting, the perfect follow-up to Michael Jecks's The Malice of Unnatural Death: The story of a young man professing an earnest desire to become a novice at Shrewsbury's abbey of St. Peter and St. Paul and yet, soon revealing in his sleep that he is haunted by demons that will need to be exorcised before any decision about his future can be made — not just the decision whether he is meant for the cloister at all.
This is one of my favorite installments in Ellis Peters's Brother Cadfael series; I've revisited both the book and the screen adaptation starring Derek Jacobi numerous times … and I confess that petty li'l me always gets an extra kick out of seeing the odious Brother Jerome brought down a peg or three here when he is temporarily rendered incapable of speech. (And I feel secure in the knowledge that not merely Cadfael but Abbot Radulfus shares that sentiment, so I don't feel the least bit guilty about it, either.)
Alice Hoffman: The River King
This was, incredibly, my first taste of Hoffman's writing — in hindsight, I'm wondering whether I should have started with her Practical Magic books after all (but then again, I might be wondering about the same thing in reverse — i.e., whether I should have started with this book — if I had). Either way, I was a bit more underwhelmed than I had expected to be — with this book, at any rate: I"ve always been much less certain that the Practical Magic books are for me, and am even less certain about that now.
This is a murder mystery with supernatural elements set in a New England prep school: I found the main characters and the setting well enough executed, but I suppose I'm just too prosaically-minded to see what the supernatural elements added to the (by and large sordid, but hardly original) story — and Hoffman's writing at times has a downright manipulative quality that I found more and more jarring the further I progressed in the book. I also have a serious bone to pick with the ending, which doesn't seem to hold out much hope for the victims of bullying in this (the real, not the supernatural) world — in a book that clearly aims to send a message, that is just about the last sort of message I'd want to see.
Colin Dexter: The Dead of Jericho
Another comfort (re)read (well, its been that kind of year … and fall): It was more or less "six of this, half a dozen of the other" whether I'd use this book for the "Film at 11" bingo square and something from Ellis Peters's Brother Cadfael series for "Read by Flashlight or Candlelight" or vice versa, but I ultimately decided to go with the more obvious focus on the book as actually written here, simply because this book's screen adaptation is one of the Morse TV episodes I care somewhat less for than the series as a whole. The reason is that the screenwriters' fiddling with the plot (which is present, to some extent, in all episodes of the TV series) in this instance creates a structure that is several degrees more serpentine than the already fairly convoluted plot of the actual book — which in turn, for a number of reasons isn't my absolute favorite in the series, either, but as a writing exercise it's still superior to the screenplay. (No reflection on the cast: John Thaw, Kevin Whately, and Gemma Jones are all in great form.)
Another reason for my decision to pick this book for this particular square was that the audio version is narrated by Samuel West, who does an absolutely phantastic job, as he does for the entire series.
In keeping with the theme of this square, I made this listening experience as comfortable and laid-back as possible; starting while having a bath and finishing in bed — with my obligatory black(ish) Halloween bingo good luck cat by my side. — Thanks again to Lora who agreed to flip this square for my original card's "Stone Cold Horror" … I'd never have found a horror novel set in winter on my shelves (nor been inclined to read it even if I'd found one, this year being what it is)! You've got to admit … this was the much more "feel good" version:
Patricia Highsmith: Ripley Under Ground
This year's Halloween Bingo buddy read — thanks again to Christine, BrokenTune and Lillelara for the fun of reading this book together! Somehow, that seems to be the way Patricia Highsmith's books are enjoyed best … Though I have to say, while I struggled with Strangers on a Train, I'm getting a complete and total kick out of Tom Ripley. I mean, sure, he's a psychopath, and it was slightly even more fun to watch him turn into the monster that he actually is in the first book … but it was still eye-rolling good fun to watch his antics in the arts world. (He also seems to be one of the notable exceptions to the fact that, as a rule, I have to be able to empathize with at least one of a book's POV characters, see above. Which is a rule that of course also applies to Highsmith's books — hence, in part, my response to Strangers on a Train — and c'mon on, you can't seriously root for a psychopath … or can you?!)
Wilkie Collins: The Woman in White
Thank God for writers like Wilkie Collins, who always provide(s) me with enough options to fill at least one horror-related bingo square without having to reach for a spell card … and still read something generally classified as "horror" (or "gothic") without actually being scared out of my wits and unable to sleep afterwards. In The Woman in White, it's all in the psychology: At heart, this is more mystery than what we'd call "horror" today — chiefly concerning, as it does, the identity of the eponymous "Woman in White" and the goings-on in a house that, it turns out, she used to call her home — but one character (the odious Count Fosco) alone provides enough of a creep factor to satisfy the definition as "gothic" three times over, and most of the other tropes of the genre are present as well (mysterious lonely country estate, women in peril, doomed love, fire, etc.) — For those who may have struggled with Collins's The Moonstone: This is similar in structure in that it, too, has several narrators, but none of them have quite as many idiosyncrasies as does Betteredge, in particular, in The Moonstone; and I also found The Woman in White somewhat more tightly plotted.
W. Stanley Moss: Ill Meet by Moonlight
The book I've wanted to read ever since I visited Anógia village, high up in the Cretan Mount Ida (or Psiloritis) massif, several years ago: The first-hand account of the WWII abduction of German Major General Heinrich Kreipe near his home in Heraklion, after which Kreipe was marched all the way up the mountain and, ultimately back down again to the southern coast of Crete and, from there, into English captivity in Egypt for the entire rest of the war. I've posted about this before, so by way of background I'll let that other post say all that is necessary … for purposes of this update, let me just add that "the book itself" is a ripping great read and then some; not just because it's all true (what need for fiction if reality can write this sort of story?!), but also because Moss's narrative style is tremendously engaging; affable and charming, understated, and straightforward at the same time. — And for anybody wondering just how fast friends he and Patrick Leigh Fermor (only incidentally his commanding officer in the venture) really were, I'll give you just one excerpt; straight from Moss's diary, which forms the backbone of the text, in this particular instance, from their first day in the cave (!) where their little group awaited the arrival of "Paddy" Leigh Fermor and the rest of their contingent:
"To remain here for a few days in comparative idleness will not be unpleasant. I have with me the books which Paddy and I selected in Cairo to take with us, and among them there is something to suit every mood. My literary companions are Cellini, Donne, Sir Thomas Browne, Tolstoi, and Marco Polo, while in a lighter vein there are Les Fleurs du Mal, Les Yeux d'Elsa, and Alice in Wonderland. Then there are The Oxford Book of Verse and the collected Shakespeare which Billy MacLean gave us on our last night in Tara [before starting on the mission] …"
Only a person whom Patrick Leigh Fermor considered a true brother in spirit would find it perfectly normal — even indispensable — to bring (a) any books at all, (b) so many books, and (c) these books of all the books in the world on a potentially deadly mission in enemy territory (as Crete was for the Brits in WWII) … not to mention, consider Baudelaire's controversial masterpiece and Louis Aragon's patriotic wartime poems to his muse Elsa something "in a lighter vein." (And, of course, this is only one of several passages in the book that literally had me do a double take.)
N.B.: I've since found out that above and beyond the passage quoted in my other post, Leigh Fermor actually did end up writing his own full, book-length account of that particular mission, too … guess what went straight into my online shopping basket once I'd made that discovery.
J.J. Connington: Nordenholt's Million
This was a book I instantly knew I'd be saving for Halloween Bingo after I'd read its back cover blurb. And it proved chillingly topical for our times — it sort of describes the combined effect of Brexit (and Trump in the U.S.), venture capitalism, and a rampant, out-of-control biological pest coming together. (As a minor but significant tangent, also throw in religious fundamentalism.)
In the book's case the pest is a bacterium that destroys the chemical compounds in which plants ingest nitrogen; in other words, it's a killer with the capability of destroying the world's entire food reserve (not just plant-based — animals directly or indirectly (via their prey) feed off plants, too, after all) in the space of less than a year. In the crisis brought about by the bacterium's spread, a businessman / venture capitalist "relieves" the inept government of the reins of power — first behind the scenes, ultimately overtly — and puts in place a scheme where 90% of the British population (and 99+ % of the world's population) are condemned to starve, while the remaining 10% of Brits — all of them, of course carefully selected — are put to use in creating a new, utopian society, which alone is in possession of nitrogenated soil and can grow plants. (When religious fundamentalism takes hold in that community of the "select few", the leader of the cult is first publicly unmasked as a fraud and then, literally only seconds later, shot dead in full view of the crowd he has amassed.)
I was shocked to see that this book was published in 1923; after having read the first chapters, I'd have expected at the very least that Connington had seen Hitler's "Enabling Law" and use of the press for propaganda purposes in action, but no … and yet, he foretells them with a frightening degree of accuracy, only on the basis of the British system (which, yes, you've guessed it, in the book does include adjourning parliament to avoid inconvenient questions. And yes, at the moment when the crisis hits, the future dictator is an MP himself, too … by way of a sort of lateral activity, with the ultimate aim of furthering his venture capitalist interests). The way in which Connington pretty much foretells everything we saw with Hitler, and everything we're now seeing with the combined effects of Trump, Brexit, a venture capital-based economic system AND the pandemic is scary to the nth degree … I'm glad he only ever put his ideas into this book and didn't, himself, set about putting them into practice.
Connnington was, incidentally, a chemist by training, so he clearly knew what he was writing about as far as the scientific elements are concerned. In fact, he was even prescient enough to foresee the use of nuclear energy — it's the energy on which his future, utopian cities are ultimately run. (They also consist of buildings made of other materials than stone or concrete, not unlike the building materials that are actually used today.)
If, in the final analysis, I only ended up rating the book 3 1/2 stars after all, this is based on essentially three reasons, and all of them only truly materialize in the final part(s) of the book — though some of these issues already start cropping up about halfway through:
(1) In terms of social clichés and perceptions, Connington was, alas, very much a man of his times. There's no sugarcoating the fact that the book contains some glaringly racist passages (and it's not unconscious racism, either — he clearly meant every word); and, similarly, his take on women and women's role in society is … well, let's say, at the very least problematic. There's a distinct element of misogyny; even if it's not quite as blatant as the racism (and he may even have believed he was doing something "advanced" in expressly giving one particular woman more of an active voice / role in building that utopian society).
(2) Connington, like a fair number of his contemporaries, was in favor of euthanasia — which is a fact I only know because I've read Martin Edwards's two books about Golden Age crime fiction; but even if I hadn't known this going in, it would have been hard to miss here. However terrifying the first half of the book, the more the narrative progresses, the more it becomes clear that the author himself doesn't, fundamentally, seem to see anything wrong with starting from a "clean slate", as it were, of hand-picked superior human material (although even he does seem to balk at the more horrific aspects of achieving such a "clean slate"). I haven't read anything else by Connington yet — except for one mystery short story, that is — and I'm willing to grant that, had he foreseen the extent to which the Nazis took their particular version of a "clean slate", he, too, would have been horrified. (He died shortly after WWII; maybe some of his final literary output can provide some guidance as to his thinking once the world had begun to learn about the unspeakable horrors wreaked by the Nazis.) Still, it's an unnecessarily jarring feature.
(3) The utopian society ultimately emerging from all the turmoil is presented only in the sketchiest of terms, in great contrast to the description of the destruction of the world as it had been known until then. Granted, this wasn't Connington's focus, but the ending of the book still feels rushed; and I found it hard to envision how, even after the discovery of nuclear energy (for which not one but several scientists knowingly and selflessly sacrifice their own lives … really, Mr. Connington??), the whole thing is supposed to have worked out … especially without the least further social turmoil. As Connington himself shows, human society doesn't work like that — and it's not just the "dumb, gullible masses" (whoever they are) who won't be pacified by the "bread and games" approach forever.
Still, I am glad that I have read this book — and there were times when, in the first half especially, I very much felt like quoting huge passages verbatim and yelling at people: "Listen to this — and this is from a book published in 1923, for crying out loud!"
Julie Smith (ed.) & Various Authors: New Orleans Noir
This year's final bingo book: an anthology of mystery short stories set in New Orleans, by some of the Big Easy's best-known crime writers. As is usually the case with such compilations, some of the entries struck more of a chord with me than others, but taken together, they definitely conveyed an image of how the city just might see itself — or at least, some of of its seamier sides. In a way, it also proved as fitting a final Halloween Bingo book as Nordenholt's Million (which I had initially expected to finish last): what I hadn't known when I picked this anthology — but instantly learned from the introduction — was that this book was put together in support of post-Hurricane Katrina disaster aid. And in a year largely dominated by a global pandemic, that seems as apt a way to conclude my Halloween Bingo reads as having to wait for the Doomsday square to be called in order to be able to record my full "called and read" card blackout.
Previous Status Updates:
The Halloween Creatures Book Tag
Answer all prompts.
Answer honestly.
Tag 1-13 people.
Link back to this post. ( For me it was SnoopyDoo!)
Remember to credit the creator. (Anthony @ Keep Reading Forward)<
A Magical Character or Book
Terry Pratchett's witches, particularly Granny Weatherwax. And DEATH (preferably in his Hogfather incarnation). No contest.
The Perfect Book to Read at Night
Any- and everything by Agatha Christie.
Vampire – A Book that Sucked the Life Out of You – and Frankenstein – A Book that Truly Shocked You
Joint honors in both categories to two novels chronicling civil war and genocide in two African countries, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie's Half of a Yellow Sun (Nigeria / Biafra) and Aminatta Forna's The Memory of Love (Sierra Leone). Both of them are, in their own way, the literary equivalent of a gut punch that leaves you gasping for air in huge, big gulps. And both are, for that and many other reasons (characters, writing, the whole package) unforgettable in all the right ways.
A Dark, Evil Character
Umm … the original blood sucker? (I don't much go in for the sparkly variety.) And, of course, Tom Riddle aka Voldemort … and the dementors. Those creatures are vile.
A Book that Made You "Hungry" for More
Dorothy L. Sayers's Peter Wimsey & Harriet Vane tetralogy, particularly Gaudy Night. While I can totally see that (and why) for Sayers there really was no easy follow-up to Busman's Honeymoon, I'd still have loved to see how she herself would have framed Peter and Harriet's married life and continuing investigations … instead of having to rely on another author's attempts to pick the bones of Sayers's sketchy drafts.
A Character that You Would Protect at All Cost
Hmm. This one was difficult, because one of the things that I like about my favorite characters — and pretty much any and all of them, and across all genres — is that they are perfectly capable of taking care of themselves, even in the face of adversity. But I guess if you're up against evil incarnate and you're looking at the one group / fellowship of people who actually stand at least a minute chance of facing up to it, a little extra protection can't go awray.
Along the same lines, Harry Potter, Dumbledore's Army, and most of the teachers at Hogwarts.
A Book that Still Haunts You
I could easily have used Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie's Half of a Yellow Sun and Aminatta Forna's The Memory of Love for this category all over again — as well as Margaret Atwood's The Handmaid's Tale (see below) and, to a minimally lesser extent its sequel, The Testaments. I didn't want to do that, so I decided to go with Clea Koff's The Bone Woman — not just for its content as such, though, but because I have seen cases related to the very ones that she describes up, close and personal … and short of actually being the victim of human rights violations yourself, there are few things as devastating and haunting as working with victims, or otherwise being involved in the aftermath.
A Book that Really Scared You
I reread Margaret Atwood's The Handmaid's Tale last year before moving on to The Testaments, and it scared the living daylights out of me; possibly even more than when I read it for the first time many years ago — not least because events in the past couple of years have shown just how realistic Atwood's dystopia is, and how little it takes for society to slide down that particular slippery slope.
A Character You Have a Bone to Pick With
You mean other than each and every TSTL character ever created?
OK, let's go with the two protagonists of what I've come to dub my fall 2017 headless chicken parade — Giordano Bruno in S.J. Parris's Heresy (essentially for not bearing any demonstrable likeness to the historical Giordano Bruno, who would probably have sneared at his fictional alter ego in this particular book / series), and Albert Campion in Margery Allingham's Traitor's Purse, for losing not only his memory but also the better part of his essential character makeup as a result of being coshed over the head.
A Book You Would Preserve Throughout Time
Well, the likes of Hamlet, Pride & Prejudice and Sherlock Holmes have already made their point as far as "timeless" is concerned, so it feels kind of pointless to pick a classic here.
That being said, I hope one day the time will come for people to scratch their heads and wonder what all the fuss was about, but right now — there hasn't been a book in a long time that challenged stereotypes (gender, race, class, writing styles, younameit) in the way that Bernardine Evaristo's Girl, Woman, Other has. It's the reality check we all urgently needed, and a book that can't ever possibly have too many readers … now and for the foreseeable future.
Creepy Doll
A Cover too Scary to Look At
That of Stephen King's Pet Sematary — because I really do NOT want to think about the possibility of my pets ever turning into zombies, revenants or the like, or otherwise taking on similarly murderous qualities. And that is precisely what this cover makes me do.
The Monster Mash
It's Fun to Be with Friends on Halloween!
Tag Your Friends!
Anyone and everyone who wants to do this, I hope if you are reading this and have not done it you will. It's fun, and outside of Halloween Bingo, nothing says bookish Halloween like tying a few of your reads to a roundup of Halloween creatures! 🙂
Kathryn Harkup: Death by Shakespeare
Hmmm. After having read and liked — though not loved — Harkup's book on Agatha Christie's use of poisons in her mysteries (A Is for Arsenic), it took the Shakespeare fan in me about a millisecond to snatch up this third book of hers when I came across it earlier this year … only to then decide, almost as quickly, to save it for the "Truly Terrifying" (or alternatively, "Paint It Black") Halloween Bingo squares. And as is so often the case, anticipation built over a period of time in the end doesn't quite deliver the hoped-for bundle of goods.
My main bit of gripe is that Harkup doesn't seem to have had a very clear picture for which audience she was writing this book. On the one hand, she spends (I'm tempted to say, wastes) several chapters giving an abbreviated biography of Shakespeare and describing the London and the theatrical world in which he moved — NONE of which will be new to anyone even remotely familiar with the Bard and his life, time, and works (and all of which, thus, can only be of any use to a complete newbie to Shakespeare's works) … and ALL of which I've seen discussed better, in greater detail and with a better-informed historical perspective by both Shakespearean scholars (most notably Stanley Wells) and general historians writing for a non-scholarly audience (e.g., Ian Mortimer and Liza Picard). (At least she doesn't give any credence to the identity conspiracy theorists, but that still doesn't stop her from using bits of unfounded speculation on the Bard's life experience later in the book whenever she considers it expedient for a specific purpose.) Similar things can be said for her comments on medicine in the Elizabethan age, which on the one hand is pretty much a staple in historical fiction set in the Plantagenet and Tudor eras; on the other hand, the details that I didn't already know as historical fiction background, I've learned in greater depth by visiting Hall's Croft, the home of Shakespeare's daughter Susanna and her husband Dr. John Hall, who was a medical doctor (incidentally with rather advanced and well-informed views, compared to many of his contemporaries), who is widely believed to have provided his father in law with the requisite background knowledge for a plethora of deaths occurring in his plays, and whose professional equipment and records form part of the permanent exhibition on Elizabethan-era medicine that can now be visited in his former home in Stratford-upon-Avon.
On the other hand, when Harkup does finally get around to discussing Shakespeare's portrayal of death and killings in his plays, she gives very little context to the majority of scenes she discusses, so anyone not intimately familiar with those plays (particularly the "histories", which probably feature most widely overall in her book — and chiefly among these, the two "Henriads") is soon going to be utterly lost as to the significance and context of the scene(s) under discussion.
Moreover, in at least one instance (Richard III and "The Princes in the Tower") Harkup, while paying lip service to the idea that RIII perhaps "wasn't quite as bad a tyrant as Shakespeare makes him out to be", nevertheless falls into the very trap for which she poo-poos the medical analysis that established the bones found in the Tower in the early 20th century as those of "The Princes", namely to reason from the desired result instead of dispassionately looking at the available evidence and letting the chips fall where they may. This review isn't the place for this particular bit of historical discussion, so let me just say that I am unable to take seriously any writer who, like Harkup, blandly describes the reign of Henry VII as "a new era of hope and peace for England" (or words to that effect), in either blissful ignorance or blissful disregard of, to name but a few examples,
(1) the cruelty of "Morton's Fork",
(2) Henry VII's (and later his son's) ruthless and systematic annihilation of the remaining representatives of the House of York (most notably, the execution — on demonstrably trumped-up charges — of his own closest rival for the throne, who at the time was a teenager, imprisoned in the Tower on Henry VII's orders since his early childhood), or
(3) the fact that Henry VII (a) purposefully dated his reign from the day before his victory at Bosworth, which in one single stroke of the pen made every single combatant on Richard's side a traitor to the crown, and (b) only crowned his wife Elizabeth queen a year after he himself had well and truly secured the crown, never mind that she had a much greater claim to the crown than he himself did to begin with.
(And let's not even get into the inconvenient little detail that BOTH Richard III and Henry VII had their fans and detractors among the eminent writers, politicians and diplomats of the time, depending on who you were listening to and whom they were writing for, which is precisely one of the reasons why it's so hard to determine what is self-servicing Tudor propaganda when it comes to Richard III and what is credible historical testimony. Or the fact that Harkup blithely buys in virtually all of the things now actually known to be Tudor propaganda and hence, inherently unreliable …)
Anyway. For what it is in terms of the actual discussion of Shakespeare's use of death in his plays, it's an interesting read. Unfortunately, way too much of that discussion gets lost in superfluous and, in part, downright irritating "white noise".
Halloween Bingo 2020: The Second Week (+1 Day)
September 14, 2020 September 25, 2020 8 Comments
Posting this on Monday instead of Sunday again … oh well.
I guess after a near-phenomenal first bingo week it was only to be expected that the second week would not be quite as fabulous. Mind you, I'm not complaining — my card is coming together nicely, and none of the books I read this past week was a real dud; even if only some of them could compare with the first week's reads (which, however, in some instances is also a "YMMV" kind of thing; i.e., it's not the book, it's me).
My "Week 2" Bingo Books:
Anthony Gilbert (Lucy Beatrice Malleson, aka Anne Meredith): Death in Fancy Dress
A carry-over from week 1, best described as "Golden Age country house mystery meets Wuthering Heights". Lucy Beatrice Malleson was a member of the Detection Club who wrote under several pen names, including Anne Meredith and Anthony Gilbert, and reading her books almost a century after they were first published, it is hard to believe that they should have failed to attain widespread popularity, as both in Portrait of a Murderer (written as by Anne Meredith) and in this book she clearly shows herself to be a cut above many of her contemporaries.
Death in Fancy Dress concerns two young friends (one a budding solicitor, one an adventurer and "gentleman of leisure") who are urgently called to the remote country home of the young solicitor's — the narrator's — extended family, which seems to be in the grip of a ruthless gang of blackmailers who have already driven a number of society figures to suicide in the face of impending scandal. (And no, this is not just a recap of Arthur Conan Doyle's Charles Augustus Milverton.) As indicated by the book's title, murder ensues in short order after the two young amateur sleuths' arrival, during a fancy dress ball no less.
Martin Edwards, in his introduction, cites Dorothy L. Sayers's review, which highlights that one of this book's great merits is not to leave any doubt about the fact that there is nothing cozy about this particular country house party; beginning right with the moment of the two young gentlemen's arrival: during a storm, with the daughter of the house missing and feared in grave peril — even though she is an otherwise independent young lady, who ordinarily would easily be able to take care of herself. Yet, right now the fact that her hand in marriage is coveted by several men would seem to be one of her lesser worries, if it weren't also so obviously tied in with the blackmail threat. (Her suitors include one of our young sleuths, another guest who happens to be a professional detective, as well as her cousin, the local squire, who is a sort of blend of Rudolph Valentino, your quintessential dark, brooding rogue, and a sane and calculating version of Heathcliff.) And indeed, atmosphere is big in this novel, with the squire's (the antagonist's) "Heathcliff" / dark, brooding rogue touch not the only Wuthering Heights overtones — the action is also set near a (fictional) moor, several hours from London: honi soit qui Yorkshire n'y pense. (Well, OK, or Exmoor, Bodmin or Dartmoor — but then we're in Lorna Doone / Jamaica Inn / Hound of the Baskervilles territory; take your pick.) All in all, definitely one of the highlights among the second bingo week's books.
Marie-Elena John: Unburnable
This is a book from my Around the World project / reading list: the story of Lillian, a young woman of Caribbean descent who returns to her home island of Dominica in order to lay to rest the ghosts of her family history, which has been troubled ever since her grandmother — rumored to be a witch — was convicted for murder, after the unexplained disappearance of her male companion / common law husband, as well as the discovery of several skeletons near her remote mountainside village. Lillian believes the words that have been construed as her grandmother's confession of guilt ("yes, I am responsible for those deaths") to have been coerced;, and she bullies her ex-boyfriend, who still carries a torch for her and who is a lawyer specializing in overturning unjust convictions, to join her on a trip to Dominica to clear her grandmother's name.
I thought the Caribbean / Dominican setting was well-executed; it's obvious that John was writing from personal knowledge there — including, too, the cross-references between certain African and Caribbean cultures and belief systems. What I liked decidedly less was the way the book was set up in what easily amounted to its entire first quarter, with apparently disconnected chapters tracing the histories of our protagonist, her mother, grandmother, as well as several other (also mostly female) characters important to the plot, and whose stories really only come together towards the end. This narrative technique is hit or miss with me, with "hits" occurring chiefly if I'm quickly drawn into each (apparently) separate character's story, and if I can at least vaguely discern how the various strands are going to come together eventually. That wasn't the case here, and things weren't exactly helped by the fact that, especially at the beginning, John cuts a few corners by instances telling instead of showing, even though far be it from me to accuse her of doing this all the time (in fact, on the other end of the spectrum, there are also scenes that depict violence (by and) against women in a downright viscerally graphic manner). — Lastly, the plot fell apart for me towards the end, when it becomes clear that although Lillian (and her now-on-again boyfriend) find out what really happened all those decades ago, this is by no means the solution they have hoped for. (I do realize the depiction of Lillian's falling apart instead of healing in Dominica is deliberate and is intended to be key to the novel, but John lost me in the way she went about depicting it.)
Aimee and David Thurlo: Second Sunrise
Native American police procedural meets vampires, witches and werewolves. To give the authors their due, I guess with skinwalkers being a key part of Navajo mythology, it's a proximate thought to capitalize on the past decade(s)' vampire craze and go full tilt supernatural / paranormal, and the sequence of events that turns our protagonist into a (half-)vampire is / are well-enough executed. Also, the Thurlos' love for "their" Navajo country easily translates onto the page, and their prose and plot construction is assured and workmanlike (in a positive sense) enough for me to consider this reading experience encouragement to take a look at their "non-supernatural" Ella Clah Navajo cop series (which has actually been on my TBR longer than this particular book). I guess I'm over vampires once and for all, though (unless they're created by Terry Pratchett, that is) — and quite frankly, the antagonist's back story is risible and shows that, supernatural elements aside, the authors really are only interested in giving a credible and true portrayal of Navajo Country, not also in researching the historical and political background of their plot in other respects, where instead they are quite happy to settle for hyperbole and cliché. So as I said, I guess based on their portrayal of Navajo Country (and culture) I'm still going to give them the benefit of the doubt and take a look at their Ella Clah series, but if that series should display similar downsides in its approach to the non-Navajo characters' back stories, I won't become a fan, however well-executed the Native American aspects of their books may be.
Christianna Brand: Fog of Doubt
Brand's fifth Inspector Cockrill mystery, and of all the books by her that I have read (all of them this year), second only to Green for Danger, which remains my favorite among all of her novels. Brand specialized in closed circle mysteries, and apart from the traditional country house settings so prevalent in Golden Age mysteries, she also came up with a number of truly unusual circumstances creating that closed circle: whereas in Green for Danger it's a WWII military hospital, here it is a house — in fact, her own Maida Vale home, as she explains in the preface — where a murder happens during a particularly vicious example of a London "pea-souper" (aka "London Particular", which in fact was the book's original title). Brand's plotting is superb, and when — like here — she doesn't try to serve populist cliché, she has a knack for creating characters that easily draw you into the story (even if I could seriously do without the blonde ingenues that seem to be a fixture in many of her books, never mind that this particular story's ingenue is decidedly less naïve and innocent than some of the other ones). I only have few books by Brand left to read, and while I didn't like all of them equally well, by and large she is one of my more notable Golden Age / Detection Club discoveries.
Patricia Moyes: The Sunken Sailor
I read Moyes's first Henry & Emmy Tibbett book (Dead Men Don't Ski) earlier this year and liked it a lot. While I still liked most of book 2 as well, The Sunken Sailor (aka Down Among the Dead Men) suffers from a bit of a sophomore slump: Moyes first does a great job establishing the characters and atmosphere of the tiny Suffolk harbor community where the Tibbetts go to spend a sailing holiday with friends. However, inexplicably, somewhere before the book's halfway point, Henry Tibbett of all people, the man whose "nose" for crime is proverbial at Scotland Yard, after having duly "nosed out" the suspicious circumstances of the death lurking in the recent past of that seaside community, decides to let unexplained bygones be unexplained bygones … and for the worst (and in terms of his character, most unbelievable) of all reasons — as a result of being vamped by a woman (moreover, a woman who herself is one of several suspects and, even if not guilty, just might have reasons aplenty for not wanting the truth to come out). A less convincing instance of throwing a spanner in the plot works just so as to be able to produce yet another avoidable death (as well as a belated solution) I've rarely come across, and based on her first book, I seriously would have expected better from Moyes. (I also found few of the characters in thei book as likeable as Moyes obviously intends them to be.) This isn't an awful book, and I'm still going to continue reading this series, but I do hope we're talking sophomore slump here and I trust I haven't already seen the best of the bunch when I read book 1.
(In terms of bingo squares, the book just scrapes within the definition of "Dark and Stormy Night" and I'm counting it for that square as Christine expressly confirmed that it counts. It would obviously also qualify for "Fear the Drowning Deep" — which however isn't on my card — and, the edition I own, also for "Full Moon", as that's what the white dot on the cover actually is.)
Rumpelstiltskin goes Eastern Europe and fairyland. I'm using it for "Spellbound" (the fairy king — Rumpelstiltskin in the fairy tale — has already cast the story's first spell, and "fairy silver" with magic proportions has also made numerous appearances already), but it would of course also qualify for "A Grimm Tale" or "Supernatural".
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Pete Brown: Shakespeare's Local
July 3, 2020 August 17, 2020 3 Comments
This is one of those books that I've owned way too long before I finally get around to reading them: The discursive — in the best sense –, rollicking tale of one London (or rather, Southwark) pub from its earliest days in the Middle Ages to the 21st century, telling the history of Southwark, London, public houses, and their patrons along the way. The title is glorious conjecture and based on little more than the fact that the pub is near the location of Shakespeare's Globe Theatre (combined with the equally demonstrable fact that Shakespeare loved a good ale and what today we'd call a pub crawl) … so it's highly likely that, like many another celebrity over the centuries, he'd have had the occasional pint at this particular inn, the George, as well.
Highly recommended for history fans, pub crawlers and aficionados of London alike.
2020 Mid-Year Reading Review and Statistics
July 3, 2020 September 9, 2020 4 Comments
What with the pandemic still very much ongoing, BL acting up again, MR's and Char's resulting posts re: BookLikes, the BL experience, and moving back to Goodreads, this feels like a somewhat odd moment to post my half-yearly reading stats. I hope it won't be the last time on this site, but I fear that the community to which I've belonged for almost a decade — longer than to any other online community — and which, most recently, has played a pivotal role in making the Corona pandemic more bearable to me, is on the point of breaking up. And frankly, this is making me incredibly sad.
Book-wise, too, the pandemic has had a huge impact on my reading; for three out of the past six months, I pretty much exclusively withdrew into Golden Age mystery comfort reads, because I just didn't have it in me to tackle anything else. Though I suppose in comparison with others, who went into more or less full-fledged reading slumps, I can still color myself lucky.
That said, the past six months' reading highlights definitely included all of the buddy reads, both for the shared reading experience and for the books themselves — as well as a number of books that I read either before the pandemic began or in the very recent couple of weeks … though I'm tempted to list every single favorite Golden Age mystery that I reread during the pandemic, too; in addition to a whole number of new discoveries. So, without further ado (and roughly in reverse chronological order):
The Buddy Reads:
Jean-François Parot: L'énigme des blancs-manteaux (The Châtelet Apprentice)
The first of Parot's Nicolas le Floch historical mysteries set in 18th century Paris. Nicolas is a Breton by birth and, on the recommendation of his godfather, a Breton nobleman, joins the Paris police force under the command of its (real) Lieutenant General Antoine de Sartine, one of the late 18th century's most influential statesmen and administrators. — Parot was an expert on the period and a native Parisian, both of which elements clearly show in his writing, and I'm already looking forward to reading more books from the series.
French-language buddy read with Tannat and onnurtilraun — we're now also looking into the possibly of "buddy-watching" the (French) TV adaptation starring Jérôme Robart.
The pandemic buddy reads; including and in particular:
* Josephine Tey: A Daughter of Time (with BT's and my individual add-on, Tey's play Dickon, written under the name Gordon Daviot, which likewise aims at setting the record straight vis-à-vis Shakespeare's Richard III) — A Daughter of Time was a reread; Dickon was new to me.
* Georgette Heyer: No Wind of Blame (the first of the Inspector Hemingway mysteries — also a reread);
* Agatha Christie: Towards Zero and Cat Among the Pigeons (both likewise rereads);
* Ngaio Marsh: Scales of Justice (also a reread; one of my favorite Inspector Alleyn mysteries);
* Cyril Hare: Tenant for Death (the first Inspector Mallett mystery — new to me);
* Patricia Wentworth: The Case Is Closed (Miss Sliver book #2 — also new to me; this isn't a series I am reading in publication order).
Dorothy Dunnett: The Game of Kings (book 1 of the Lymond Chronicles)
16th century Scotland; the adventures of a main character somewhere between Rob Roy, Robin Hood and Scaramouche (mostly Scaramouche), but it also features a range of strong and altogether amazing female characters. Another series I'm looking forward to continuing.
The first buddy read of the year, together with Moonlight Reader, BrokenTune, and Lillelara.
My Individual Highlights:
Bernardine Evaristo: Girl, Woman, Other
Heaven knows the Booker jury doesn't always get it right IMHO, but wow, this time for once they absolutely did. If you haven't already read this, run, don't walk to get it. And though initially I was going to say "especially if you're a woman (and from a minority)" — no, I'm actually going to make that, "especially if you're a white man".
Saša Stanišić: Herkunft (Origin) and Gaël Faye: Petit pays (Small Country)
Two autobiographical books dealing with the authors' genocide experience, in Bosnia-Herzegovina and Burundi, respectively. Stanišić's account — an odd mix of fact on fiction, which does lean pretty strongly towards the factual, however — asks, as the title indicates, how precisely our geographical, ethnic and cultural origin / sense of "belonging" defines our identity; and it focuses chiefly on the refugee experience and the experience of creating a new place for oneself in a new (and substantially different) country and culture. Faye's short novel (barely longer than a novella) packs an equal amount of punch, but approaches the topic from the other end — it's a coming of age tale looking at the way our cultural identity is first drummed into us … and how ethnic stereotypes and hostilities, when fanned and exploited, will almost invariably lead to war and genocide.
Josephine Tey: The Inspector Grant series, Dickon, and Miss Pym Disposes
Having already read two books from Tey's Alan Grant series (The Daughter of Time and The Franchise Affair) as well as her nonseries novel Brat Farrar in past years, and Miss Pym Disposes at the beginning of this year, I took the combined (re)read of The Daughter of Time and the play Dickon during the pandemic buddy reads (see above) as my cue to finally also read the rest of the Inspector Grant mysteries. And I'm glad I finally did; Tey's work as a whole is a paean to her much-beloved England — and though she was Scottish by birth, to a somewhat lesser degree also to Scotland –; a love that would eventually cause her to bequeath her entire estate to the National Trust. — Though the books are ostensibly mysteries, the actual "mystery" element almost takes a back seat to the land … and to its people, or rather to people like those who formed Tey's personal circle of friends and acquaintances. And it is in creating characters that her writing shines as much as in the description of England's and Scotland's natural beauty.
Another book that I owned way too long before I finally got around to reading it; the discursive — in the best sense –, rollicking tale of one London (or rather, Southwark) pub from its earliest days in the Middle Ages to the 21st century, telling the history of Southwark, London, public houses, and their patrons along the way. The title is glorious conjecture and based on little more than the fact that the pub is near the location of Shakespeare's Globe Theatre (combined with the equally demonstrable fact that Shakespeare loved a good ale and what today we'd call a pub crawl) … so it's highly likely that, like many another celebrity over the centuries, he'd have had the occasional pint at this particular inn, the George, as well.
Dorothy L. Sayers: Love All
A delightful drawing room comedy that was, owing to its completion during WWII, only performed twice during Sayers's own lifetime and never again thereafter, which is utterly unfair to both the material and its author — topically, this is the firmly tongue in cheek stage companion to such works as Gaudy Night and the two speeches republished under the title Are Women Human? (I'd call it feminist if Sayers hadn't hated that term, but whatever label you want to stick on it, its message comes through loud and clear and with plenty of laughs.)
Christianna Brand: Green for Danger
One of the discoveries of my foray into the realm of Golden Age mysteries; an eerie, claustrophobic, psychological drama revolving around several suspicious deaths (and near-deaths) at a wartime hospital in Kent during WWII. None of Brand's other mysteries that I've read so far is quite up to this level, but she excelled in closed-circle settings featuring a small group of people who all genuinely like each other (and really are, for the most part, likeable from the reader's — and the investigating policeman's — perspective, too), and in this particular book, the backdrop of the added danger arising from the wartime setting adds even more to the tension. It's also fairly obvious that Brand was writing from personal experience, which greatly enhances every single aspect of the book, from the setting and the atmosphere to the individual characters.
Sonia Sotomayor: My Beloved World
Sotomayor's memoirs up to her first appointment to the Federal Bench. What a courageous woman! A trailblazer in every sense of the word — a passionate advocate for women, Latinos/-as (not just Puerto Ricans), those hindered in their career path by a pre-existing medical condition (in her case: diabetes), and more generally, everybody up against unequal odds. Fiercely intelligent and never satisfied with second best (for herself and others alike), she nevertheless comes across as eminently likeable and open-minded — on the list of people I'd like to meet one day (however unlikely), she shot right up to a top spot after I'd read this book; in close vicinity with Michelle Obama.
John Bercow: Unspeakable
Bercow's time as Speaker of the House of Commons was doubtlessly among the more remarkable periods in the history of the British Parliament, both on account of his personality and of the momentous decisions taken during those years; and his unmistakeable style jumps out from every page of his memoir — as well as every minute of the audio edition, which he narrates himself. The last chapter (his attempt at outlining the odds for Britain post-Brexit) was already obsolete before the Corona pandemic hit; this is even more true now. However, the vast majority of the book makes for a fascinating read, not least of course because of his insight into the politics — and politicians — of his time (he is neither sparing with the carrot nor with the stick, and some of his reflections, e.g., on the qualities of a "good" politician / member of parliament, would constitute ample food for thought for politicians anywhere).
As I said above, the one thing that definitely had the biggest impact on my reading in the first six months of 2020 was my three-month long "comfort reading" retreat into the world of Golden Age mysteries. So guess what:
Of the 129 books I read in the first six months of 2020, a whopping 63% were Golden Age and contemporary mysteries — add in the 10 historical mysteries that also form the single biggest chunk of my historical fiction reading, you even get to 91 books or 70.5%.
I am rather pleased, though, that — comfort and escape reading aside and largely thanks to a number of truly interesting memoirs and biographies — the number of nonfiction books is roughly equivalent to the sum of "high brow" fiction (classics and litfic).
Another thing that makes me happy is that my extended foray into Golden Age mysteries was not overwhelmingly limited to rereads; these accounted for only 28% of all books read (36 in absolute figures), a percentage which is not substantially higher than my average in the last two years. At the same time, as a comparatively large number of Golden Age mysteries are not (yet?) available as audiobooks — not even all of those that have been republished in print in recent years –, and as I have spent considerably less time driving to and from meetings and conferences than in the past two years, the share of print books consumed is higher than it was in 2018 and 2019.
Given the high percentage of comfort reading, it's no surprise that my star ratings are on the high side for the first half of 2020 — the vast majority of the books were decent, if not good or even great reads.
Overall average: 3.7 stars
However, my Golden Age mystery binge also had a noticeable effect on the two statistics I'm tracking particularly: gender and ethnicity.
As far as gender is concerned things still look very good if you just focus on the authors: 88 books by women (plus 5 mixed anthologies / author teams) vs. 36 books by male authors; hooray! However, inspired by onnurtilraun, I decided to add another layer this time and also track protagonists … and of course, if there is one genre where women authors have created a plethora of iconic male protagonists, it is Golden Age mystery fiction; and all the Miss Marples, Miss Silvers, Mrs. Bradleys and other female sleuths out there can't totally wipe out the number of books starring the likes of Hercule Poirot, Lord Peter Wimsey, Roderick Alleyn, and other male detectives of note. Then again, the Golden Age mystery novelists actually were ahead of their time in not only creating women sleuths acting independently but also in endowing their male detectives with equally strong female partners and friends, so the likes of Ariadne Oliver, Agatha "Troy" Alleyn, and of course the inimitable Harriet Vane, also make for a significantly higher number of books with both male and female protagonists. Still, the gender shift is impossible to miss.
(For those wondering about the "N / A" protagonist, that's Martha Wells's Murderbot, who of course is an AI and deliberately created as gender-neutral.)
And of course, since there isn't a non-white author to be found among the Golden Age mystery writers (or at least, none that I'm aware of and whose books figured as part of my reading during the past couple of months), the ethnicity chart goes completely out of the window. Again, as long as you just look at the number of countries visited as part of my Around the World reading challenge (and if you ignore the number of books written by authors from / set in the UK and the U.S.), the figures actually still look pretty good — and yes, the relatively high number of European countries is deliberate; I mostly focused on authors from / settings in the Southern Hemisphere last year, so I figured since tracking ethnicity was substantially impacted by the mystery binge this year anyway, I might as well make a bit of headway with the European countries, too.
Yet, there is one interesting wrinkle even in the comparison of author vs. protagonist ethnicity; namely, where it comes to the non-Caucasian part of the table: It turns out that the number of non-white protagonists is slightly higher than that of non-white authors, because I managed to pick a few books at least which, though written by white authors, did feature non-white protagonists. Make of that one what you will …
Nevertheless, for the rest of the year, the aim is clear … catch up on my Around the World reading challenge and build in as many books by non-Caucasian authors as possible!
In a discussion on the BookLikes version of this post, the question came up whether the author's gender and ethnicity matters at all, or whether the only thing that really matters is the quality of the writing to begin with. Here's what I wrote there:
I used to think it [= gender and ethnicity] didn't / shouldn't matter, too. Since I started to put greater weight on women's writing and books by non-white authors, I've come to change my mind.
1) It's not about "chromosomes", but about life experience. Women, even in today's society, experience life differently from men. That is true even for women who (like me) were raised — not necessarily deliberately, but as it were "by default" — in such a way as to embrace roles traditionally reserved for men from early childhood on (which incidentally frequently put me at odds with the boys in the playground), and who work in an industry that, even when I was in university, was still substantially dominated by (white) men, and to a certain extent still is even today (not in terms of access to the profession as such, but in terms of what is achievable and who calls the shots). And similarly, it is obvious that blacks, Latinos/-as, Asians, and members of other ethnicities experience society differently from whites — it didn't take George Floyd's death and the Black Lives Matter movement to convince me of that.
So it is only natural that women — and non-white authors — also tell stories differently from men, and from white people, respectively. Not necessarily, perhaps not even overwhelmingly, the way that Bernadine Evaristo does — a book like "Girl, Women, Other" could of course never have been written by a man or by a white person to begin with. (And that's precisely the reason why I said these are the people who most need to read this book — because it reflects a perspective that they / we will only ever be able to understand, if at all, intellectually; never instinctively and from personal experience.) Nor do I necessarily mean that male writing is more "testosterone-soaked" than women's writing (though bad male writing almost invariably is), or that "men can't write women characters" (and vice versa). — In most cases, the differences between men's and women's writing are so subtle that, as long as you don't pay any attention, you don't notice them at all. But if you come from reading a lot of books written by men (as I had, when I set out on this course a few years ago) and then you switch to reading books written mostly by women, you start noticing them after a while — in details of writerly focus, in little things like a detail of an individual characters' response to a particular situation (or to somebody else's comment), in the way dialogue is framed, in what matters to a character in a given situation, etc. Again, none of this rises to the level of "good / bad" "realistic / unrealistic" writing, or to "men writing women as men with XX.chromosomes" (or women writing men as women with XY-chromosomes, or whites writing other ethniticities as black-faced whites, etc.), but it's there; and interestingly, it's there as much in, say, Golden Age mystery fiction and other 19th and early 20th century classics as it is in contemporary writing.
2) It's about industry access and noticeability. The publishing industry is, for all I can see, still way too much dominated by "pale stale males". Like in my own industry (the law), it's not so much a matter of a lack of women (or non-white) writers (and columnists, critics, journalists, etc.) But in the corporate structures, the old hierarchies die hard — not only at the top (= the tip of the iceberg) — and though I don't know a lot of writers personally, I know enough to realize how much harder it is for women — and for writers of color — to obtain the same amount of exposure that a white male author would be able to obtain in their situation. (Again, this isn't as simple as "good / bad writing" or a matter of talent — it's about what it takes *in addition* to talent and good writing.) So if I can do my tiny little bit to help by actually buying and reading their books — and by occasionally even talking about those books, whenever I feel motivated enough to write a review, or by deliberately tracking my reading and talking about that, I'm more than happy to do that.
// TA steps off soap box.
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Agatha Christie / Matthew Pritchard (ed.): The Grand Tour
March 15, 2020 September 6, 2020 3 Comments
Letters and Photographs from the British Empire Expedition 1922
Agatha Christie's letters, photos and postcards from the expedition to South Africa, Australia, New Zealand, Hawaii, and Canada in which her first husband, Archibald, and she were invited to participate out of the blue shortly after the birth of their daughter Rosamund. Lovingly edited by her grandson Matthew Pritchard, and amplified by the corresponding excerpts from her autobiography, the letters in particular shed an interesting sidelight onto the thinking and life experience of the budding future Queen of Crime (her second novel was published while the tour was under way), and to fans, the book is worth the purchase for her photos alone (she had rather a good eye for visual composition, too) … and for her surfing adventures, reproduced here in their full glory, and in both words and images.
Jamaica Kincaid: A Small Place
February 3, 2020 August 22, 2020 1 Comment
Jamaica Kincaid's A Small Place is a short, brutal, angry dismanteling of any naive and romantic perceptions that white North American and European conceivably might be holding about her island home of Antigua. Frankly, since I never held any such perceptions, she was pretty much barking up the wrong tree with me, and though I can empathize with her anger, I wonder whether, skilled writer that she is, she wouldn't have served her purpose better by exchanging the verbal claymore that she insists on wielding for a foil (or at most an epée) — i.e., keep the razor sharp verbal blade, but allow for a less heavy-handed approach. Though I'll readily concede that probably this is a facile position to take for someone who hasn't had to do battle with the "Caribbean island paradise" cliché all her life to begin with.
2019: The Books I've Been Most Thankful For
November 30, 2019 September 25, 2020 4 Comments
24 Festive Tasks: Door 11 – Thanksgiving: Task 2
With another full month to go in the year, it may be a bit early to do this task, but a substantial number of the books I'm going to be reading in December will be Christmas rereads, so here we go.
The books / authors I am most thankful for having (re)discovered are, working backwards in the order in which I've read them (and with links to my reviews or status updates, if any, in the titles):
Margaret Atwood, The Testaments and The Handmaid's Tale:
Atwood's Gilead novels were my final reads of this year's Halloween Bingo, and the game couldn't have ended on a bigger exclamation point (though The Handmaid's Tale was a reread). The Testaments not only takes us back to Gilead and provides answers to some of the questions remaining open at the end of The Handmaid's Tale, more importantly it is also a timely reminder of what exactly is at stake once a democracy's foundations are allowed to weaken — as we're seeing in more than one country around the world at the moment. One of the hardest reading double bills I ever imposed on myself, but I'm very glad that I did.
As a side note and for something very different, I also truly enjoyed Atwood's Hag-Seed, a novelization of William Shakespeare's The Tempest, which I read earlier this year.
Toni Morrison, Beloved:
Another soul-drenching and profoundly devastating reading experience, and yet another one that I'm truly thankful for. Morrison deserved the Literature Nobel Prize for this book alone, and while her literary legacy has hopefully made her voice immortal, among the many great authors we have lost this year, she stands head and shoulders above all the rest. Her contributions to the literary and social discourse will well and truly be missed.
Terry Pratchett, Guards, Guards:
One of the Discworld series's stand-out books and in many ways a perfect companion book for those by Atwood and Morrison as it, too, deals with the undermining of democracy by the forces of evil. Trust me, this is one dragon you don't want to encounter … (unless, of course, you happen to be able to bring the perfect antidote).
Reminder for the Discworld group: This is our bimonthly group read for this coming December. And it's highly recommended!
Arthur Conan Doyle: Danger:
Speaking of timely reads, this was yet another one: Much more than "merely" the author of the Sherlock Holmes books, Conan Doyle was an astute observer of the politics of his time, and he did not shy away from speaking his mind, even if that meant offending the highest in the land. Danger is a short story that he wrote shortly before WWI to warn the leadership of the Admiralty of the dangers of a submarine war, for which he considered Britain woefully unprepared. And if Conan Doyle's words struck a cautionary note a century ago (turns out the Admiralty took his warning seriously, and it was a good thing for Britain that they did), they should do so even more in the context of Brexit, which carries its very own significant risks of cutting off or curtailing Britain's trade routes. Alas, I very much doubt that's the case.
Diarmaid MacCulloch, Thomas Cromwell
Simply put, the Cromwell biography to end all Cromwell biographies. In his research for this book, MacCulloch took a fresh look at virtually every single document on which Cromwell's vast legacy is based, and the resulting biography is a masterpiece of historical analysis which does away with many an often-repeated myth (beginning right at the beginning of Cromwell's life, with the role of his father), and which shines a light on Cromwell's many innovations and achievements and on the inner workings of his meteoric rise from humble tradesman's son to Henry VIII's chief minister. In the process, MacCulloch reevaluates everything from the foreign merchant experience that Cromwell gained early in life, to his work as Cardinal Wolsey's assistant and, finally, his growing preeminence and his seminal policy as the power behind Henry VIII's throne. What emerges from MacCulloch's analysis is the picture of a highly complex and intelligent man, difficult to deal with even for friends, fierce and ruthless as an enemy — but always with England's well-being and advancement (as well as the advancement of its institutions) at his heart; the one man who, in the space of a single short decade, emerged as the single most important politician of the entire Tudor Age (short of, just possibly, Elizabeth I), whose legacy (and the legacy of his innovations and reforms, far above and beyond the well-known Acts of Parliament which he initiated) reaches down the centuries all the way to the present date. If you're even the slightest bit interested in the Tudor Age or in constitutional history, run, don't walk to acquire this book.
Tom Reiss, The Black Count:
Another highly fascinating biography: We've come to think of Alexandre Dumas père and fils as the two writers, but did you know that Dumas père's father (also called Alexandre) — the son of a black Haitian slave and a French count — was a general in the French revolutionary army and, in his own time, much more important than his son and grandson ever were in theirs? Reiss's book not only tells the story of his life; it also places General Dumas's life into the wider context of his era and examines, inter alia, how equal the budding colonial power's black sons and daughters actually were in the motherland of "Liberté – Egalité – Fraternité" (spoiler: they weren't). The picture emerging from Reiss's research is that of a man of great personal courage, intelligence and ambition, as well as sheer enormous physical presence, whose life was cut tragically short as a result of the side effects of being caught up in the European and French power struggle of his time — and in case you ever had any doubts, yes, General Dumas was the model for one of his son's greatest heroes, the Count of Monte Cristo … and D'Artagnan's famous friendship-building duel with all three Musqueteers at the beginning of their acquaintance does have a basis in reality as well.
Ann Leckie, The Raven Tower:
Truly original worldbuilding, a powerful story, evocative writing and a knockout, totally unique narrative perspective: In a literary scene that seems to be dominated more and more by sameness and formula (both in adult and YA fantasy), with barely skin-deep layers of seeming originality, this book was my reading year's one saving grace that singlehandedly restored my faith in the idea that there are at least a few fantasy writers out there who are still capable of compelling creations that are entirely their own and unlike anything else already out there.
Aminatta Forna, The Memory of Love:
Last year, it was Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie's Half of a Yellow Sun that provided insight and a new perspective on the history of one particular African country (Nigeria); this year, Aminatta Forna's The Memory of Love did the same and then some for Sierra Leone. A devastating tale of love, loss, and the many ways in which a person can be broken, in a country variously slipping into and emerging out of decades of a devastating civil war.
Kofi Annan, Interventions: A Life in War and Peace:
Mr. Annan was far and away the most influential and important Secretary General of the United Nations in its more recent history; his memoirs set forth with great passion and understanding how the experience of a lifetime, from growing up in post-WWII Ghana all the way to serving as Under-Secretary for Peacekeeping under Boutros Boutros-Ghali, and his first-hand insight into conflicts like those in the former Yugoslavia, Rwanda, Somalia, Israel / Palestine, Iraq, and Somalia, shaped his conviction about the necessity of an "interventionist" United Nations policy; one that does not stay on the sidelines of genocide and war crimes but takes seriously its mandate to act on behalf of the peoples of the world. A simply riveting read.
Clea Koff, The Bone Woman:
This one hit home, because it touched more or less directly on some of my own past work — but even if you don't have any personal inroads into the investigation of human rights violations, it's a great introduction to the subject and, more importantly, does great legwork in conveying both the psychological trauma and the physical wounds suffered by the victims of such abuses … as well as the toll that the field work of the subsequent investigation takes from the investigators. A truly memorable read.
Peter Grainger, An Accidental Death:
One of the year's early and totally unexpected, great discoveries. A great location (the Norfolk coast), pithy and insightful writing, an unusual, profoundly contemplative detective — a formerly high-ranking officer who has chosen to be knocked back to the rank of sergeant so as to be able to keep doing hands-on police work instead of being mired in administration and pushing paper … and thanks to the main character's hobby, there is even a bluesy background note. Who could ask for more?
Michelle Obama, Becoming:
Mrs. Obama may have chosen to focus on her charity work and on political education instead of seeking a career in party politics now that she and her husband have left the White House (and who could possibly blame her?), but I am very glad she also decided to give us her deeply personal perspective on her own and Barack Obama's path all the way to the end of 2016. It's a spirited narrative that manages to build an immediate connection with the reader, and which made me regret the end of the Obama presidency even more than I had done before. I can only hope the Obamas are going to continue to seek and find ways to make their mark on the political discourse, in America and beyond — not only Barack but also Michelle Obama, who in her own right is clearly at least as important a voice as her husband.
Hyeonseo Lee, The Girl with Seven Names:
A riveting read and proof positive of the old adage that truth is vastly stranger than fiction: the true story of a young woman who defected from North Korea to China "by accident" right before her 18th birthday and, after ten years of trials and tribulations, eventually ended up in South Korea and, later, in the U.S., where she testified about her experience, and more generally on the topic of dictatorial regimes and human rights abuses, before various bodies of the U.S. government and the United Nations. At times her story is so heartstoppingly riveting that you want to doubt whether all this truly happened, but apparently it did — and the book is worth a read for her unquestionably personal and in-depth inside perspective on Norh Korea and China alone.
Xinran, The Good Women of China:
My first read of 2019, and with it, the year started well and truly with a bang: the true stories of a number of Chinese women whom Xinran — then a radio presenter in Nanking — encountered as a journalist, but whose stories she was not able to tell while still subject to state censorship. In equal parts eye-opening and heartbreaking; by no means easy to digest but an absolute must-read, and my reading year couldn't have begun in a better way.
Joy Ellis, Jackman & Evans series and Beware the Past:
As a new discovery, this is actually a carry-over from 2018, when Ellis's Their Lost Daughters completely knocked me sideways during Halloween Bingo. I've since read her entire Jackman & Evans series — my favorite entries still being Their Lost Daughters as well as, coming very close, book 4 of the series, The Guilty Ones — and I have continued my adventures in Ellis's Fenlands world of detection with an encounter with DCI Matt Ballard in Beware the Past, the conclusion of which managed to knock me sideways yet again (though warning: this is definitely not a tale for the faint of heart). And the good news is that the second book of the Matt Ballard series (Five Bloody Hearts) is already available as well, so I'm not done with the Fenlands by a long shot …
(Task: Tell us: Of the books that you read this year, which are you most thankful for, OR was there one that turned out to be full of "stuffing"? Alternatively, which (one) book that you read anytime at all changed your life for the better?")
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