August began with Robert Dinsdale’s novel A HARROWING, a Cain and Abel-type story with the First World War as a backdrop. It’s a strong debut, well written and engaging. The story trails off a little towards the end but he’s certainly a writer worth watching. I wasn’t as sold on Clancy Martin’s debut HOW TO SELL, an American comic novel about a young man who gets up to no good in his brother’s jewellery business. It has shades of Douglas Coupland but I found the writing quite self-conscious at time, desperate to be hip, and I’m afraid it wasn’t one for me.
Lynn Barber’s memoir, AN EDUCATION, is often very funny – Barber examines herself with as cool and detached an eye as she does everyone else – but ends on a moving note after the death of her husband. The title chapter has, of course, been made into a film, with an adaptation by the great Nick Hornby, and I’m looking forward to seeing it.
I’d never read any of Caryl Phillips’ books until his month but his excellent new novel, IN THE FALLING SNOW, has made me want to go out and buy everything he wrote. An intense and thoughtful novel about a middle-aged man dealing with the mixed demands of an ex-wife, teenage son and ageing father, this is a novel filled with truth about relationships and some very powerful writing. I’m a little surprised it didn’t make the Booker longlist, it’s that good.
A couple of page-turners for the flight to Australia – Claire Letemendia’s THE BEST OF MEN, a historical novel set during the time of Charles I and Luis Miguel Rocha’s THE LAST POPE, a DaVinci Code style thriller, didn’t make much of an impression – but Anne Tyler’s NOAH’S COMPASS is a wonderful novel by one of my favourite writers. Set over the course of a year, it examines the effect that retirement and injury has on a late middle-aged man. Although it lacks some of the dramatic urgency of the best of Tyler’s work, it’s still a polished and thoughtful novel from a great storyteller.
Having heard so much hype – not least from my niece – I read Stephenie Meyer’s TWILIGHT – just the first one – and didn’t like it at all. The emphasis on physical beauty throughout the story, an obsession with what Edward What’s His Name looks like, is almost pathological in its relentlessness, and the narrator is so unbearably shallow and self-involved that it’s painful to read. Every 100 pages of so, Meyer sends Bella to a bookshop, presumably to show that she’s smart, but it’s ridiculously cliched. I don’t get it at all. The movie’s crap too.
I’m a big fan of Philippa Gregory’s historical novels and her latest, THE WHITE QUEEN, which begins a new series set around the Wars of the Roses, is her best since THE OTHER BOLEYN GIRL. It’s hard not to feel that having been released from Tudor times, Gregory has a new lease of life. The narrator, Elizabeth Woodville, wife to Edward IV is a fascinating character and the pacing and energy of the novel are fantastic. I can’t wait for the next installment.
On to Australia and a bunch of excellent Aussie novels, starting with Murray Bail’s THE PAGES, the story of two women who travel to a small farm to read the work of a recently dead philosopher. Very much a novel of ideas, it bounces between two time periods in a clever way and I found the small cast of characters fascinating in their contradictions, their belief in a life of the mind and, at times, their extraordinary selfishness.
Another novel which uses dual narratives is Richard Flanagan’s excellent WANTING, which moves between Charles Dickens in London and a settlement in Tasmania. This is one of the novels of the year, compelling and hypnotic; the scenes of Dickens on stage are so unsettling as to be almost spooky. A very rich and thought-provoking book.
Every so often, well once every few years, a novel comes along that is so brilliant it reminds me why I love reading and writing. These reading experiences are few and far between but the reason I read so much is I’m always looking for the next one. Christos Tsiolkas’ novel THE SLAP, which will be published in the UK during 2010, is just such a novel. A simple but brilliant premise – at a suburban barbecue where a group of friends and acquaintances are gathered, a man slaps a child who isn’t his own – opens up into a complex and fascinating multi-charactered story of contemporary Melbourne and, by extension, Australia. It challenges prejudices, reveals hypocricies, examines ambitions, thwarted and otherwise, and has a central cast of 8 fascinating characters who together slowly reveal the story. Quite simply one of the best novels I’ve read in my life.
And finally, I read Tsiolkas’ earlier novel DEAD EUROPE on the flight home. A dark and brooding story of a young photographer in Europe it’s hypnotic in its intensity and the passion of the language. What a writer.