I found this book in the Book Exchange at Margaret River and had to provide a home for a Perspehone book.
Here is the blurb …
When these captivating and at times bizarre stories were published posthumously in 1949, Angus Wilson wrote: ‘It appears no exaggeration to say that Frances Towers’s death in 1948 may have robbed us of a figure of more than purely contemporary significance. At first glance one might be disposed to dismiss Miss Towers as an imitation Jane Austen, but it would be a mistaken judgment, for her cool detachment and ironic eye are directed more often than not against the sensible breeze that blasts and withers, the forthright candour that kills the soul. Miss Towers flashes and shines now this way, now that, like a darting sunfish.’ ‘At her best her prose style is a shimmering marvel,’ wrote the Independent on Sunday, ‘and few writers can so deftly and economically delineate not only the outside but the inside of a character…There’s always more going on than you can possibly fathom.’ And the Guardian said: ‘Her social range may not be wide, but her descriptions are exquisite and her tone poised between the wry and the romantic.’
I loved it. They are all stories about love, mostly romantic love, but not all. The writing is beautiful. It reminded me a bit of LM Montgomery’s short story writing. I wish there was more I could read.
I bought this solely for the title! From here. I always thought slag was an Australian word (like root and chook), but it must also be an English word.
Here’s the blurb …
Slag. Noun. A promiscuous woman, of cheap or questionable character. Mostly derogatory. Sometimes affectionate.
Takes one to know one…
Sisters Sarah and Juliette are going on a whisky-fuelled campervan road-trip across Scotland to celebrate Juliette’s birthday – and they’re going to dig up some demons from the past.
Sarah is 15.
SEXUAL 2.5 (one only went halfway in)
GREAT 1 (her English teacher Mr Keaveney, who definitely feels the same way)
Her annoying younger sister Juliette
Her best friend Nessa, boy band 4Princes
Sarah is 41.
SEXUAL Rather not say, but that last one was compellingly awful
GREAT Nope
Millennials like Juliette thinking they’ve got it bad
Fellow Gen X-ers
From the acclaimed author of ANIMALS and ADULTS, SLAGS is a no-holds-barred, frank and heartfelt exploration of sisterhood, friendship and teenage obsession.
I was at high school in the 80s and slag was used prolifically to insult girls (ya slag). I enjoyed this novel. It has two time periods – contemporary and when Sarah is 15 (alternating chapters). It is all from Sarah’s perspective, sometimes first person and sometimes third.
This is a novel that needs to be read more than once. There is an event early in the novel that seems incidental, but is in fact a triggering event for Sarah’s life.
This novel is about friendships, sisterly relationships, early sexual experiences and the narratives well tell ourselves (sometimes true, but also sometimes false).
I heard the author interviewed on ABC Book Show and thought it sounded interesting, so I tracked down a copy – it did take me a while to get to it (my random number generator is working well).
Here’s the blurb …
Tbilisi’s littered with memories that await me like landmines. The dearly departed voices I silenced long ago have come back without my permission. The situation calls for someone with a plan. I didn’t even bring toothpaste.
Saba is just a child when he flees his home in Georgia with his older brother, Sandro, and father, Irakli, for asylum in the UK after Russia’s occupation of South Ossetia. Two decades later, all three men are struggling to make peace with the past, haunted by the places and people they left behind.
When Irakli decides to return to Georgia, pulled back by memories of a lost wife and a decaying but still beautiful homeland, Saba and Sandro wait eagerly for news. But within weeks of his arrival, Irakli disappears, and the final email they receive from him causes a mystery to unfold before ‘ My boys, I did something I can’t undo. I need to get away from here before those people catch me. Maybe in the mountains I’ll be safe. I left a trail I can’t erase. Do not follow it.’
In a journey that will lead him to the very heart of a conflict that has marred generations and fractured his own family, Saba must retrace his father’s footsteps to discover what remains of their homeland and its people. By turns savage and tender, compassionate and harrowing, Hard by a Great Forest is a powerful and ultimately hopeful novel about the individual and collective trauma of war, and the indomitable spirit of a people determined not only to survive, but to remember those who did not.
This was fabulous – it’s about war and displacement, grief, brothers and there is even a treasure hunt of sorts. Plus it is funny. There are a lot of literary references (I suspect some went over my head), Shakespeare, Charles Bukowski. There is also references to Hansel and Gretel and a trail of bread crumbs.
I can’t believe this hasn’t been more popular or won some awards (it has been nominated for some).
It’s an adventure story and a reckoning with the past.
I have been wanting to read this book for ages, but it was difficult to find a copy. I just checked and there is a kindle version, so I am not sure what my problem was, but in the end I ordered it from Stefan’s Books.
Here’s the blurb …
Maisie Dobbs, Psychologist and Investigator, began her working life at the age of thirteen as a servant in a Belgravia mansion, only to be discovered reading in the library by her employer, Lady Rowan Compton. Fearing dismissal, Maisie is shocked when she discovers that her thirst for education is to be supported by Lady Rowan and a family friend, Dr. Maurice Blanche. But The Great War intervenes in Maisie’s plans, and soon after commencement of her studies at Girton College, Cambridge, Maisie enlists for nursing service overseas. Years later, in 1929, having apprenticed to the renowned Maurice Blanche, a man revered for his work with Scotland Yard, Maisie sets up her own business. Her first assignment, a seemingly tedious inquiry involving a case of suspected infidelity, takes her not only on the trail of a killer, but back to the war she had tried so hard to forget.
I do enjoy things set in the early 20th century. This was delightful. Full of lovely historical detail with good characters and an intriguing mystery/crime to solve.
I believe there is eighteen books in the series, so that will keep me going for a while (plus I am still making my way through the Gamache series).
I am not sure why I selected this book. There are quotes by Miranda Cowley Heller and Yale van der Wouden, two authors I like, so maybe that was why?
Here’s the blurb …
An extraordinarily moving and expansive debut novel that follows three generations of women from New York to rural Ireland and back again.
It is late September in 2001 and the walls of New York are papered over with photos of the missing. Cora Brady’s father is there, the poster she made taped to columns and bridges. Her mother died long ago and now, orphaned on the cusp of adulthood, Cora is adrift and alone. Soon, a letter will arrive with the offer of a new life: far out on the ragged edge of Ireland, in the town where her parents were young, an estranged aunt can provide a home and fulfil a long-forgotten promise. There the story of her family is hidden, and in her presence will begin to unspool…
An essential, immersive debut from an astonishing new voice, Confessions traces the arc of three generations of women as they experience in their own time the irresistible gravity of the past: its love and tragedy, its mystery and redemption, and, in all things intended and accidental, the beauty and terrible shade of the things we do.
This is a female driven narrative told from several points of view. Probably my favourite type of novel. Mostly it is first person, but there is a second person section and an epistolary section – so interesting structurally. Time is not linear either – it moves forwards and backwards, depending on whose perspective we have. It touches on events in the wider world – 9/11, the abortion debate in Ireland, and gay marriage, but mostly it is about relationships – female relationships, sisters, friends, lovers, mothers, etc. The story unfolds gradually, I feel that the author trusts that the reader will understand and appreciate the subtlety and the nuance.
A superb debut! I look forward to reading more of her work.
Eric and Irene and Bill and Rita. Two young couples living next to each other, the first in a beautiful cottage – suitable for a newly appointed local doctor – the second in a rundown, perennially under-heated farm. Despite their apparent differences, the two women (both pregnant) strike an easy friendship – a connection that comes as a respite from the surprising tediousness of married life, with its unfulfilled expectations, growing resentments and the ghosts of a recent past.
But as one of the coldest winters on record grips England in a never-ending frost and as the country is enveloped in a thick, soft, unmoving layer of snow, the two couples find themselves cut off from the rest of the world. And without the small distractions of everyday existence, suddenly old tensions and shocking new discoveries threaten to change the course of their lives forever.
This novel had a very interesting structure because the people we meet in the first chapter aren’t the people the rest of the novel focusses on. This novel is more about character than plot. We follow two married couples – Eric and Irene, and Bill and Rita. Both couples are recently married and now are expecting babies. There are class differences, the shadows of World War Two (Martin has been shattered by what he saw while liberating Belsen), and an extremely cold winter that brings the country to a grinding halt (quite literally – the trains and buses stop running). It is beautifully written, with a lot of period detail (there was a lot of drinking, smoking and drug taking even Irene and Rita), and domestic minutiae. It’s about people trying to live in a world recovering from devastation, evil and despair. There is mental illness, infidelity, kindness, sadness and resignation.
I need to think about this more, and possibly re-read it. I got caught up in the story and rushed through, without paying proper attention.
Some of my favourite quotes
[…] in the corridor there were lino tiles, geometries in bright colours. You had to be careful not to get lost on it, not try stepping only from green square to green square, or find yourself marooned on a red triangle.
Time would level it out, for that, he had learned (quite recently) was what time did.
When he heard her coming up the stairs he’d pushed it [photo album] back into the shadows under the bed and thought hos nice it was, what a relief, to be free of the past.
Is it possible to be free of the past?
And though he was not much given to thinking about love, did not much care for the word, thought it has been worn to a kind of uselessness, gutted by the advertising men and the crooners, and even by politicians, some of whom seemed, recently, to have discovered it, it struck him that in the end, it might just mean a willingness to imagine another’s life. To do that. To make the effort.
He was like a bird whose arrival heralded better weather.
I know this author as a textile artist – I have her other book, so I was interested to read this one. And then there was a good review in The Australian.
Here’s the blurb …
The extraordinary novel that asks: Can a name change the course of a life?
In the wake of a catastrophic storm, Cora sets off with her nine-year-old daughter, Maia, to register her son’s birth. Her husband, Gordon, a local doctor, respected in the community but a terrifying and controlling presence at home, intends for her to name the infant after him. But when the registrar asks what she’d like to call the child, Cora hesitates…
Spanning thirty-five years, what follows are three alternate and alternating versions of Cora’s and her young son’s lives, shaped by her choice of name. In richly layered prose, The Names explores the painful ripple effects of domestic abuse, the messy ties of family, and the possibilities of autonomy and healing.
With exceptional sensitivity and depth, Knapp draws us into the story of one family, told through a prism of what-ifs, causing us to consider the “one . . . precious life” we are given. The book’s brilliantly imaginative structure, propulsive storytelling, and emotional, gut-wrenching power are certain to make The Names a modern classic.
This novel had a very interesting concept about names. Does our name effect our personality, life journey and the way other people treat us? There are lovely chapters on the various characters getting on with their lives – meeting people, finding a passion, etc.
I do think it should come with a trigger warning for domestic violence, and something happens to one of the versions of Cora’s son, which made me want to throw the book across the room. Originally I thought I would suggest it to my book club, but not now. Which isn’t to say it’s not beautifully written, moving and ultimately satisfying.
I won this book, and then it languished in the pile.
Here’s the blurb …
In the summer of 2002, when Korea is abuzz over hosting the FIFA World Cup, nineteen-year-old Kim Hae-on is killed in what becomes known as the High School Beauty Murder. Two suspects quickly emerge: rich kid Shin Jeongjun, whose car Hae-on was last seen in, and delivery boy Han Manu, who witnesses Hae-on in the passenger seat of Jeongjun’s car just a few hours before her death. But when Jeongjun’s alibi turns out to be solid, and no evidence can be pinned on Manu, the case goes cold.
Seventeen years pass without any resolution for those who knew and loved Hae-on, and the grief and uncertainty take a cruel toll on her younger sister, Da-on, in particular. Unable to move on with her life, Da-on tries in her own twisted way to recover some of what she’s lost, ultimately setting out to find the truth of what happened.
Told at different points in time from the perspectives of Da-on and two of Hae-on’s classmates, Lemon loosely follows the structure of a detective novel. But finding the perpetrator is not the main objective here. Instead, the work explores grief and trauma, raising important questions about guilt, retribution, and the meaning of death and life.
I don’t think I have read anything else like this. There are three narrators, but it can take a while to work out who is doing the narrating. For one of the narrators we have a one-sided conversation with a therapist or psychiatrist, and we can read between the lines. There are hints about who the murderer might be, and there might be another crime (well there is definitely another crime, but we might know who did it). However, mostly I would say it is about grief and trauma, and how to move on from terrible events. Two of the narrators Da-On and Yun Tareim are self-absorbed, selfish and obsessive about the murder.
A Short History of the World According to Sheep – Sally Coulthard
Using a random number generator to select my books is going well. I wanted to read this, but I suspect it would have languished in the pile.
Here’s the blurb …
‘This book deserves a place in your bookcase next to Harari’s Sapiens. It’s every bit as fascinating and is surely destined to be just as successful’ Julian Norton From the plains of ancient Mesopotamia to the vast sheep farms of modern-day Australia, sheep have been central to the human story. Since our our Neolithic ancestors’ first forays into sheep-rearing nearly 11,000 years ago, these remarkable animals have fed us, clothed us, changed our diet and language and financed the conquest of large swathes of the earth.Sally Coulthard weaves this fascinating story into a vivid and colourful tapestry of engaging anecdotes and extraordinary ovine facts, whose multiple strands celebrate just how pivotal these woolly animals are to almost every aspect of human society and culture.This title was published also in the United States under the title Follow the Flock.‘A snappy, stimulating book, and certainly not just for shepherds’ Mail on Sunday‘Full of fascinating social history’ Independent‘You won’t look at a sheep in the same way again’ Country Living.
I am a knitter and I am fascinated by sheep. I would like to know the source of my yarn (although that seems impossible in Australia), what type of sheep it came from, etc.
This book has 14 chapters with different aspects of sheep history and evolution (breeding), the way humans have used sheep, and the way sheep have been fundamental to human development. Also, what should happen now? In this world of climate change? Wool is a wonder material, which must have a part to play in the future.
I found this a bit icky
The only way to do this [domesticate a sheep] would be to take a lamb from its mother as soon as it was born and breastfeed it. And so, astonishingly, the history of sheep may indeed have started with a woman nursing a newborn lamb.
And I guess this is the lot of archaeologists
At the end of the 1990s, archaeologists had the rather unusual privilege of being allowed to sift through the remains of a seventeenth-century toilet at Dudley Castle in the West Midlands.
This has languished in the ‘pile of death’ as my daughter refers to my storage of unread books. And then its number was selected (number 190).
Here’s the blurb …
‘He’s gone…’
When his daughter Samantha calls in the dead of night, John Rebus knows it’s not good news. Her husband has been missing for two days.
Rebus fears the worst – and knows from his lifetime in the police that his daughter will be the prime suspect.
He wasn’t the best father – the job always came first – but now his daughter needs him more than ever. But is he going as a father or a detective?
As he leaves at dawn to drive to the windswept coast – and a small town with big secrets – he wonders whether this might be the first time in his life where the truth is the one thing he doesn’t want to find…
I have read and enjoyed other Rebus novels. Not all of them and not in order, but I don’t think it is necessary to read them in order. I like the characters and the world-building and the twisty plots. These are some of the best crime novels I have read.
