Hello dear readers,
This month of reading caught me in a sweet spot of going on maternity leave but not having a baby, which gave me a lot of time for reading!
We have travelogues, black humour, and French fairytales. Let's dive in.
One. Birding by Rosie Ruane
I picked this up lured by the premise of the members of a former girl band coming back together older and wiser. It didn't quite turn out to be exactly that. The main character is going to stay with her former band mate, but she's reeling from the realisation that an old flame was actually her abuser. Completely separately, a woman trapped by her mother into a co-dependent relationship, is grappling with what it would cost to win her freedom. Overall I think I enjoyed it, but it felt quite clunky in parts, with a lot of telling rather than showing - you could see the cogs turning a little too much. It was also written at the height of the MeToo movement, so it was interesting to read a literary reflection on that.
How I read it: on the tube mostly
Two. The Modern Fairies by Clare Pollard
This very self-aware novel is set in the pomposity and circumstance of the court of Louis XIV. It follows a group of women and a few men, who meet regularly to discuss fairy tales, smuggling deeper meaning about the corruption and decay of the court into their tales. It's loosely based on real events but with a post-modern nod and a wink to the limits of historical research. I enjoyed hearing the first cut of what have become classic (and sanitised) tales, and the intrigue of the court is really fun to read about too, though with a darkness lurking beneath that belies the sparkling exterior.
How I read it: mostly at home, loving the escape to 17th century France
Three. Romantic Comedy by Curtis Sittenfeld
This pandemic set novel read like a time capsule from a dystopian past, and yet was also a romantic comedy? (The clue is in the name). It's a comedy because our female protagonist - Sally - is a writer on an American comedy show, which is an obvious (and affectionate) rip off of Saturday Night Live, the weekly sketch show which was been running for 50 years. Our male protagonist Noah is one of their famous guest hosts, a musician who Sally deems "too hot" to be flirting with her when they write a sketch together during the prep for the show. It's an OK story, but I found Sally's neuroses quite irritating the third go round the cycle of 'how can he possibly like me' etc. It was fun to imagine how a famous pop star might slot into a "normal" person's life though.
How I read it: on holiday with many friends and little time for reading
Four. My good bright wolf by Sarah Moss
This memoir by the novelist Sarah Moss was a chance find in a great bookshop (Topping and company in Bath for those interested) and I found it fascinating and moving. It follows her lifelong struggle with anorexia, which began as a young girl living an outwardly privileged life but with a family who were borderline neglectful and saw controlling what you eat as being the pinnacle of self-control. The story would be enough in itself, but I loved the additional narration Moss adds. This critical voice undermines the conclusions of the first narrator, critiquing her memories, her recall, her right to feel betrayed and hurt by her parents. She doesn't shy away from the toughest bits, and throughout imagines what she - or a familiar in the shape of a wolf - would say to the scared little girl she was.
How I read it: predominantly on the tube, blocking out the hum of the train
Five. Jollof rice and other revolutions by Omolola Ijeoma Ogunyemi
This slim novel reads more like a series of short stories. It begins with a tragedy - a young girl in Nigeria is arrested following a riot at her school, which she didn't take part in. She dies in police custody. Her friends, who were part of the riot, feel incredible guilt. The stories afterwards follow one of the friends, or one of their extended family. Sometimes so extended that it was hard to figure out how they were even related. As a collection of short stories reflecting on the Nigerian diaspora I found them interesting, but it didn't really hang together as a whole piece. It also finishes on a bizarre futuristic dystopian note which for me totally jarred with the very naturalistic tone of the rest of the book.
How I read it: another tube read
Six. Vacant possession by Hilary Mantel
It was only on reminding myself of the names of the characters that I discovered this early novel by Mantel is actually a sequel, which perhaps explains the slight sense of discombobulation I had on reading. Although on the other hand, it is a pretty twisted tale so it's likely I would have felt the same way even if I knew the background. Although I forgot the names of the characters, their essence is incredibly well drawn, you feel you know everyone in the cast, or can point to someone they remind you of. It also felt incredibly English in tone, and the black humour was some of the darkest I've read.
How I read it: yet another tube one!
Seven. The Border by Erika Fatland
Erika Fatland has had a lifelong fascination with Russia, in this huge travelogue she sets herself the challenge of travelling around all the countries (and seas) that border Russia, in an attempt to learn more about the country from its neighbours. Some of her journey overlaps with her previous book - Sovietistan - and she reflects on how things, or her perception of things, have changed since her earlier visit. Although the book was published in 2017, with her travels predominantly taking pace in 2015, in this current moment it feels timely and important to be trying to understand Russia and the history of this huge nation. I also love history told through personal stories, and this book is stacked with them.
How I read it: at home, chunk by chunk
Book of the month: for me it has to be Sarah Moss' memoir My good bright wolf, which was moving, surprising, and written in such a startling different way to the average memoir.
That's it for this month! I hope you found something to interest you. Let me know what you've been reading too!