I bought this because the cover is beautiful (and it was published by Fremantle Press – a local publisher). It then languished in my TBR until I met the author’s mother and I decided it had to be read.
Here’s the blurb …
When Jessie and her older sister Kay find a book called The History of Mischief, hidden beneath the floorboards in their grandmother’s house, they uncover a secret world. The History chronicles how, since antiquity, mischief-makers have clandestinely shaped the past – from an Athenian slave to a Polish salt miner and from an advisor to the Ethiopian Queen to a girl escaping the Siege of Paris. Jessie becomes enthralled by the book and by her own mission to determine its accuracy.
Soon the History inspires Jessie to perform her own acts of mischief, unofficially becoming mischief-maker number 202 in an effort to cheer up her eccentric neighbour, Mrs Moran, and to comfort her new schoolfriend, Theodore. However, not everything is as it seems. As Jessie delves deeper into the real story behind the History, she realises it holds many secrets and unravelling them might be the biggest mischief of all.
I loved all of the references to Western Australia – Guildford (I know that war memorial), the lighthouse near Augusta (I have been up it several times – so windy).
This is beautifully written – we have a chapter from Jessie (our 9 year old heroine) and then a story from The History of Mischief. Jessie lives with her older sister Kay in their Grand mother’s house (she is in a nursing home). Jessie’s grieving and a bit lost and the History provides direction. She researches the characters and places she reads about in it. I enjoyed these sections, particularly the Paris and Ethiopian sections.
Some of my favourite quotes
Some of the stories are sad because people or animals die and lots of princesses have to marry the heroes, even though no one asks them if they want to.
One’s own language never feels foreign. It is the language we start to speak before we form memories. It is the script we use to think, to dream, to feel.
To me this was about taking life’s experiences turning them into something good and joyful. About healing through story telling.
La Vie N’est Pas Un Roman De Susan Cooper – Stéphane Carlier
I have been learning french for a long time. I started at Alliance Française, and then Duolingo (I finished the French ‘tree’) and now Lingoda. While I was in Paris, I bought this novel. I struggled a bit because my vocabulary is not extensive, but I think I understood and appreciated the story.
Here’s the blurb …
Susan Cooper, romancière britannique établie à Paris, écrit des polars lus dans le monde entier. Alors qu’elle s’apprête à se rendre au Salon du livre de Monaco, une jeune femme qu’elle ne connaît pas la contacte via Instagram et lui annonce qu’elle a tué un homme quelques heures plus tôt. Que répondre à cet étrange message ? D’ailleurs, faut-il y répondre ? Le plus sage serait sans doute de l’ignorer. Mais, c’est bien connu, les écrivains sont par nature des gens curieux…
I will try to translate
Susan Cooper, a British novelist living in Paris, writes crime novels read all over the world. While she was getting ready to go to the Salon of Books Of Monaco, a young woman who she didn’t know contacted her via Instragam and she announces that she had killed a man a few hours earlier. How to respond to this strange message. Besides was it necessary to respond? The prudent thing would be without a doubt to ignore it. But it is well-Known that writers are by nature curious people …
It took me a while to read it, I started in August. The plot was interesting, but my french is not good enough to comment on the writing. I did enjoy increasing my vocabulary, particularly with words and phrases more informal than you learn in class.
Now I am reading La Vie Pourrie d’Ellie by Lucy Vine. I found my copy at the local school fête. I think it is an english novel translated into french.
I a very dear friend lent this one to me. I didn’t know what to expect, but I trust her judgement. It is great – one of my favourite reads of the year (so far).
Here’s the blurb …
From the Booker Prize finalist author of The Island of Missing Trees, an enchanting new tale about three characters living along two rivers, all under the shadow of one of the greatest epic poems of all time. “Make place for Elif Shafak on your bookshelf… you won’t regret it.” (Arundhati Roy)
In the ancient city of Nineveh, on the bank of the River Tigris, King Ashurbanipal of Mesopotamia, erudite but ruthless, built a great library that would crumble with the end of his reign. From its ruins, however, emerged a poem, the Epic of Gilgamesh, that would infuse the existence of two rivers and bind together three lives.
In 1840 London, Arthur is born beside the stinking, sewage-filled River Thames. With an abusive, alcoholic father and a mentally ill mother, Arthur’s only chance of escaping destitution is his brilliant memory. When his gift earns him a spot as an apprentice at a leading publisher, Arthur’s world opens up far beyond the slums, and one book in particular catches his interest: Nineveh and Its Remains.
In 2014 Turkey, Narin, a ten-year-old Yazidi girl, is diagnosed with a rare disorder that will soon cause her to go deaf. Before that happens, her grandmother is determined to baptize her in a sacred Iraqi temple. But with the rising presence of ISIS and the destruction of the family’s ancestral lands along the Tigris, Narin is running out of time.
In 2018 London, the newly divorced Zaleekah, a hydrologist, moves into a houseboat on the Thames to escape her husband. Orphaned and raised by her wealthy uncle, Zaleekah had made the decision to take her own life in one month, until a curious book about her homeland changes everything.
A dazzling feat of storytelling, There Are Rivers in the Sky entwines these outsiders with a single drop of water, a drop which remanifests across the centuries. Both a source of life and harbinger of death, rivers—the Tigris and the Thames—transcend history, transcend fate: “Water remembers. It is humans who forget.”
This novel has the structure of a water molecule – H2O. The two Hs are Narin and Zaleekah, and the O is Arthur. Their stories are separated by time, but connected. This is a watery novel with multitudes of water descriptions, metaphors and similes.
[about a rain drop] Inside its miniature orb, it holds the secret of infinity, a story uniquely its own.
But now a sense of foreboding tugs at his [Arthur] insides, like the pull of a river’s undercurrent
Just as a drop of rain or a pellet of hail, water in whatever form, will always remember, he too, will never forget.
It is as if love, by its fluid nature, its riverine force, is all about the melding of markers, to the extent that you can no longer tell where your being ends and another’s begins.
Yet the key element for her is, and always has been water. She says it washes away disease, purifies the mind, calms the heart. Water is the best cure for melancholy.
Time is a river that meanders, branching out into tributaries and rivulets, depositing sediments of stories along its shows in the hope that someday, someone, somewhere, will find them.
It’s also about women and their place (or lack of place) in the world. Nisaba, the goddess of storytelling, replaced by Nabu. ISIS taking the Yasidi women and girls making them slaves (all kinds of slavery).
He does not look at her. It does not occur to him that he might frighten her with his proximity, having never had cause to feel such fear himself.
It’s about family and what people are prepared to do for family.
It’s about colonialism and who owns the ancient artifacts.
Westerners take our past, our memories. And then they say, “Don’t worry, you can come and see them anytime”.
He [Arthur] firmly believes that he is here to help excavate and preserve antiquities that will surely be better off in the hands of Europeans than the natives.
This novel is breath-taking in its scope; Mesopotamia, Victorian London, modern London and modern Iraq. The writing is beautiful, the sense of place exquisite. Like all good writing, I feel like I have been on an adventure; trying to decipher cuneiform with Arthur, listening to Narin’s grand mother’s stories about their culture and heritage, cheering Zaleekah on as she explores new options (and realising just how far her family is prepared to go to protect one of its own).
I have read The Women Upstairs and The emperor’s Children – I enjoyed the former more than the latter, but was keen to give this one a go. And then it was nominated for the Booker Prize (but didn’t make the shortlist), which was my project this year.
Here’s the blurb …
An immersive, masterful story of a family born on the wrong side of history, from one of our finest contemporary novelists.
Over seven decades, from 1940 to 2010, the pieds-noirs Cassars live in an itinerant state—separated in the chaos of World War II, running from a complicated colonial homeland, and, after Algerian independence, without a homeland at all. This Strange Eventful History, told with historical sweep, is above all a family story: of patriarch Gaston and his wife Lucienne, whose myth of perfect love sustains them and stifles their children; of François and Denise, devoted siblings connected by their family’s strangeness; of François’s union with Barbara, a woman so culturally different they can barely comprehend one another; of Chloe, the result of that union, who believes that telling these buried stories will bring them all peace.
First, I knew nothing about Algeria (I knew it had been a French colony, but nothing about its independence). It sounds like a beautiful place, although I suspect it’s a bit troubled now as many former colonies are. This is a story about Gaston and Lucienne, their children and their grandchildren. It’s about life, love and family. It’s based on the author’s own family.
A few bits I highlighted
I know also that everything is connected, the constellations of our lives moving together in harmony and disharmony.
A story is not a line; it is a richer thing, one that circles and eddies, rises and falls, repeats upon itself.
We were on the one hand interchangeable and on the other each our selves.
[…] we had agency over only some small aspects of our stories
This strange eventful history that made a life. Not good or bad – rather, both good and bad – but that was not the point. Above all, they had been, for so long, wildly curious. Just to see, to experience all that they could, to set foot anywhere, to speak to anyone, taste anything, to learn, to know.
The writing is beautiful, I can see why it was nominated.
I am a sucker for a women’s history book. I bought this one from the Subiaco Bookshop (it has a great selection of books). However, in the end I read it on my Kobo (so I have two versions – print and digital).
Here’s the blurb …
Virginal, chaste, humble, patiently waiting for rescue by brave knights and handsome princes: this idealised – and largely mythical – notion of the medieval noblewoman still lingers. Yet the reality was very different, as Kelcey Wilson-Lee shows in this vibrant account of the five daughters of the great English king, Edward I. The lives of these sisters – Eleanora, Joanna, Margaret, Mary and Elizabeth – ran the full gamut of experiences open to royal women in the Middle Ages. Living as they did in a courtly culture founded on romantic longing and brilliant pageantry, they knew that a princess was to be chaste yet a mother to many children, preferably sons, meek yet able to influence a recalcitrant husband or even command a host of men-at-arms.
These women’s lives were fascinating. The royal family was constantly on the move – visiting various palaces, manors, nobles, etc. The children had their own households from a young age and roamed the country. Mary was sent to a nunnery when she was 6! The other girls were married off to various European nobility. What I found interesting was the care and interest Edward took in his children (obviously he ordered them about when required), but he clearly loved them as well. Within the constraints of the time, these women wielded power and influence, and had great wealth they used to further causes important to them.
This is the last of my Booker Prize shortlist reading. It is a wonderful selection. All of the books have been beautifully written and I have liked them all.
Here’s the blurb …
Six astronauts rotate in their spacecraft above the earth. They are there to collect meteorological data, conduct scientific experiments and test the limits of the human body. But mostly they observe. Together they watch their silent blue planet, circling it sixteen times, spinning past continents and cycling through seasons, taking in glaciers and deserts, the peaks of mountains and the swells of oceans. Endless shows of spectacular beauty witnessed in a single day.
Yet although separated from the world they cannot escape its constant pull. News reaches them of the death of a mother, and with it comes thoughts of returning home. They look on as a typhoon gathers over an island and people they love, in awe of its magnificence and fearful of its destruction. The fragility of human life fills their conversations, their fears, their dreams. So far from earth, they have never felt more part – or protective – of it. They begin to ask, what is life without earth? What is earth without humanity?
This book is beautifully written. The descriptions of the earth as seen from space are mesmerising. Although, it does put me off ever going to space – all of the things that happens to one’s body in micro gravity!
It’s very poetic, for example (when describing humanity)
[…], the igniters of fires, the hackers in stone, the melters of iron, the ploughers of earth, the worshippers of gods, the tellers of time, the sailors of ships, the wearers of shoes, the traders of grain, the discoverers of lands, the schemers of systems, the weavers of music, the singers of song, the mixers of paint, the binders of books, the crunchers of numbers, the slingers of arrows, the observers of atoms, the adorners of bodies, the gobblers of pills, the splitters of hairs, the scratchers of heads, the owners of minds, the losers of minds, the predators of everything, the arguers with death, the lovers of excess, the excess of love, the addled with love, the deficit of love, the lacking for love, the longing for love, and the love of longing, the two-legged thing, the human being.
We follow the astronauts and cosmonauts over a 24 hour period, which is 16 orbits of the earth. As the earth is spinning each orbit is slightly different, so we here about different parts of the earth. There is a terrible typhoon that builds and then slams into the Philippines, seeing cities at night with all of the connecting lights, deserts and rivers from space.
It’s a short novel (novella really), but very moving.
I have returned to my booker short list reading with this one.
Here’s the blurb …
A new novel about a seductive and cunning American woman who infiltrates an anarchist collective in France—a propulsive page-turner of glittering insights and dark humor.Creation Lake is a novel about a secret agent, a thirty-four-year-old American woman of ruthless tactics, bold opinions, and clean beauty, who is sent to do dirty work in France. “Sadie Smith” is how the narrator introduces herself to her lover, to the rural commune of French subversives on whom she is keeping tabs, and to the reader. Sadie has met her love, Lucien, a young and well-born Parisian, by “cold bump”—making him believe the encounter was accidental. Like everyone Sadie targets, Lucien is useful to her and used by her. Sadie operates by strategy and dissimulation, based on what her “contacts”—shadowy figures in business and government—instruct. First, these contacts want her to incite provocation. Then they want more. In this region of centuries-old farms and ancient caves, Sadie becomes entranced by a mysterious figure named Bruno Lacombe, a mentor to the young activists who communicates only by email. Bruno believes that the path to emancipation from what ails modern life is not revolt, but a return to the ancient past. Just as Sadie is certain she’s the seductress and puppet master of those she surveils, Bruno Lacombe is seducing her with his ingenious counter-histories, his artful laments, his own tragic story. Written in short, vaulting sections, Rachel Kushner’s rendition of “noir” is taut and dazzling. Creation Lake is Kushner’s finest achievement yet as a novelist, a work of high art, high comedy, and unforgettable pleasure.
I was fascinated by this novel. Our protagonist (who calls herself Sadie) is a secret agent who infiltrates activist groups and tries to manipulate/encourage them to violent acts. Definitely dubious morally, but you still warm to her (or at least I did). And then the structure is interesting too – there are emails from Bruno (the activist group’s mentor) about Neanderthals and did they (prehistoric people) know something we don’t about living a good life? It also touches on gender relations – apparently in a commune people revert to biological roles (which just means women do the drudgery), on money and class, and environmental issues.
It is beautifully written and speaks to a lot of modern issues, which should appeal to a large audience.
I was going on holiday and I wanted something non-booker shortlist to take away with me. And I always like a book about books.
Here’s the blurb …
Two book lovers. Two broken hearts. One fresh chapter?
A REASON TO LIVE.
Still grieving the death of her best friend, Erin knows she needs to start living – but has no idea how. Then she loses her favourite book, a heavily annotated copy of To Kill A Mockingbird containing her friend’s last gift.
A REASON TO LOVE.
When James finds Erin’s note-filled book in his local community bookshelf, it sparks a life-changing conversation. He writes his own message for her to find, inviting her to meet him in the margins of Great Expectations . As the book exchange continues, they both begin to open up . . . and perhaps fall in love.
A REASON TO FORGIVE?
But Erin and James have a shared history that neither of them has guessed. How will Erin react when she discovers that the other writer isn’t a stranger at all – but the person she swore she’d never forgive?
Funny, heartwarming and romantic, THE BOOK SWAP is story of second chances and new beginnings. It is also a heartfelt love letter to books and the power of reading.
This was lovely, well-written with depth. The two main characters grow and develop over the course of the action. There is a lot of fabulous book talk. There are difficult family circumstances due to mental illness and infidelity, plus bullying. It’s about finding, and then being, your true self. Having the courage to follow a passion, give up a well renumerated but unsatisfying job.
I wanted a break from my Booker prize longlist reading and this was recommended by the Hill of Content people.
Here’s the blurb …
Back in high school, everybody thought Shiloh and Cary would end up together . . . everybody but Shiloh and Cary.
They were just friends. Best friends. Allies. They spent entire summers sitting on Shiloh’s porch steps, dreaming about the future. They were both going to get out of north Omaha—Shiloh would go to college and become an actress, and Cary would join the Navy. They promised each other that their friendship would never change.
Well, Shiloh did go to college, and Cary did join the Navy. And yet, somehow, everything changed.
Now Shiloh’s thirty-three, and it’s been fourteen years since she talked to Cary. She’s been married and divorced. She has two kids. And she’s back living in the same house she grew up in. Her life is nothing like she planned.
When she’s invited to an old friend’s wedding, all Shiloh can think about is whether Cary will be there—and whether she hopes he will be. Would Cary even want to talk to her? After everything?
The answer is yes. And yes. And yes.
Slow Dance is the story of two kids who fell in love before they knew enough about love to recognize it. Two friends who lost everything. Two adults who just feel lost.
It’s the story of Shiloh and Cary, who everyone thought would end up together, trying to find their way back to the start.
I had the wrong idea of this novel. I was hoping for something fun and light-hearted. This has single parenting, dealing with aging parents, and family conflict. I didn’t find either of the main characters charismatic and their relationship, to me, seemed a bit flat. Having said that, this is a story about second chances, picking yourself up and continuing when things have gone badly. It’s probably a bit too realistic for me.
The triumphant new novel from the author of the Orange Prize-winning Fugitive Pieces : a soaring and luminous story of chance and change
1917. On a battlefield near the River Escaut, John lies in the aftermath of a blast, unable to move or feel his legs. Struggling to focus his thoughts, he is lost to memory – a chance encounter in a pub by a railway, a hot bath with his lover on a winter night, his childhood on a faraway coast – as the snow falls.
1920. John has returned from war to North Yorkshire, near another river – alive, but not still whole. Reunited with Helena, an artist, he reopens his photography business and endeavours to keep on living. But the past erupts insistently into the present, as ghosts begin to surface in his pictures: ghosts whose messages he cannot understand .
So begins a narrative that spans four generations, moments of connection and consequence igniting and re-igniting as the century unfolds. In luminous moments of desire, comprehension, longing, transcendence, the sparks fly upward, working their transformations decades later.
Held is a novel like no other, by a writer at the height of her affecting and intensely beautiful, full of mystery, wisdom and compassion.
This was beautifully written, poetical with beautiful sentences. The structure reminds me of Jenny Offil – seemingly unrelated paragraphs and chapters, but somehow all connected and telling a story. Having only read three of the longlist, I am going to go out on a limb and say this one is going to win. Not because I didn’t like Stone Yard Devotional or Enlightenment (this is one of my favourite reads of the year), but I think the structure and the writing will appeal to judges.
