Review: Assembly by Natasha Brown (2021)

Blurb

Come of age in the credit crunch. Be civil in a hostile environment. Step out into a world of Go Home vans. Go to Oxbridge, get an education, start a career. Do all the right things. Buy a flat. Buy art. Buy a sort of happiness. But above all, keep your head down. Keep quiet. And keep going.

The narrator of Assembly is a Black British woman. She is preparing to attend a lavish garden party at her boyfriend’s family estate, set deep in the English countryside. At the same time, she is considering the carefully assembled pieces of herself. As the minutes tick down and the future beckons, she can’t escape the question: is it time to take it all apart?

Assembly is a story about the stories we live within – those of race and class, safety and freedom, winners and losers. And it is about one woman daring to take control of her own story, even at the cost of her life.

Review

Thanks so much to Alexia at Penguin UK for sending me a proof copy of Assembly in exchange for an honest review. The back cover is littered with praise from writers I deeply admire, like Bernardine Evaristo, Olivia Sudjic and Diana Evans, and I’d seen Book Twitter folk whose opinion I really value raving about it, so I was expecting this to be good.

Still, I’m not sure anything could have prepared me for just HOW good this book is. The physical book itself is very slim; the chapters are short and often experimental in form, sometimes approaching poetry, and the total word count must be pretty low. But Brown makes EVERY SINGLE WORD count. I’ve been reading flash fiction recently, and there is a hint of that here – the absolute precision of pared down prose, of making each word work to earn its place in the text. It is an astonishing feat, really, because you finish Assembly feeling as if you’ve been absorbed in a much longer work. I need to read it a few more times to work out exactly how she does it, as at the moment the method behind the brilliance is beyond my skills to articulate. You’ll just have to read it for yourselves!

The sharp, meticulous layering of theme and structure creates a work that feels utterly fresh, utterly new. As the narrator digs deep into the ugly heart of British society, as her own experiences of prejudice and racism are revealed, there is a strong sense of forging a new path, of picking apart the hierarchies and traditions, both societal and literary, in order to expose the possibility of something different. It is confronting and angry and brilliant, and the personal decisions she comes to seem both shocking and somehow inevitable.

This is a book that demands to be reread, to be treated with respect, to be paid attention. I am certainly going to revisit it, and marvel again at its razor-edged prose and defiantly original structure. I’d go so far as to say: you NEED to read this book.

Assembly by Natasha Brown is published by Hamish Hamilton and is available to purchase here.

Review: Gold Fury by Kieren Westwood (2020)

Blurb

Gold Fury is a short novella of flash fiction, tracing twenty moments in the journey of a stolen car as it moves through the criminal landscape of a rural town.

It was shortlisted for the Bath novella-in-flash award 2020.

“They guy told me to run and not look back, and he had a gun.”

“Yes, that’s all I know. I already told you what he looked like.”

“Yes, that’s my car, a gold Plymouth Fury 1970.”

“Why would you be looking through my letters? It’s my personal property. It had nothing to do with what happened.”

“I wasn’t trying to blackmail anyone.”

NO ONE RUNS FOREVER.

Review

I am a big admirer of flash fiction, and anyone who can write it well. It is such a skill. I recently reviewed Laura Besley’s micro fiction collection, 100neHundred, which put me in the mood to explore more of this form, so I was thrilled to be offered a copy of Kieren Westwood’s novella-in-flash in exchange for an honest review.

Gold Fury is a short but thoroughly immersive read. The flashes work brilliantly to slowly build up a picture of the various strands of the story, and there is a strongly visual sense created by the vignette-like sections. It reminded me very strongly of series like Fargo and True Detective, in which the careful set-up and framing of each striking shot is just as important as what is actually happening on screen. The crime anthology feel works really well, and although the plot is murky and elusive at first, this only serves to add to the tension and the focus on the intensity of the language.

Good flash fiction is an almost poetic thing, a microscopic examination of the power of words, used sparingly and to maximum effect. Westwood excels at eking out the full meaning of each sentence, creating an intense experience, so that even characters we only spend a page or two with have an impact. Diane in her jewellery store, looking out at the “gold junkmobile” on the car transporter; Harley calling half-heartedly after his dog then settling down to watch the news and trying to convince himself he’s just a “tired old man” imagining things – all these small moments in amongst the bigger, more dramatic events of cop chases and police station raids and car crashes are what elevates Gold Fury, what makes it seem real and human and honest as well as being a fast-paced crime drama.

I am completely unsurprised that Gold Fury was short-listed for the Bath Novella-in-Flash Award last year – it is compelling and immersive, wry and clever, and I thoroughly recommend it to anyone who wants to try something a bit different. If you’re a fan of the shows I mentioned, I think you’d really enjoy this, as would anyone wanting to explore the bright, brilliant world of flash fiction.

Gold Fury by Kieren Westwood is out now and is available to purchase here.

Review: Grown Ups by Marie Aubert translated by Rosie Hedger @PushkinPress @marieau @rosie_hedger

Blurb

Ida is a forty-year-old architect, single and struggling with the feeling of panic as she realises her chances of motherhood are rapidly falling away from her. She’s navigating Tinder and contemplating freezing her eggs – but tries to put a pause on these worries as she heads out to the family country cabin for her mother’s 65th birthday. That is, until some supposedly wonderful news from her sister sets old tensions simmering, building to an almighty clash between Ida and her sister, her mother, and her entire family. Exhilarating, funny, and unexpectedly devastating, Grown Ups gets up close and personal with a dysfunctional modern family.

Review

I’m a big fan of translated fiction, but I haven’t read much Norwegian fiction at all, except for Vidgis Hjorth’s excellent book Long Live the Post Horn! – so I was intrigued by Grown Ups and delighted to be offered a spot on the blog tour. Many thanks to Tara at Pushkin Press for providing me with a proof copy in exchange for an honest review.

This is a slim book, but it packs a real punch. It is both funny and really unnerving, so close to the bone that it feels dangerously exposing. I have rarely read a book in which the family dynamics at play feel quite so hostile and tense without it tipping over into a full-blown thriller. The relationship between Ida and her sister is frequently uncomfortable to read, but it is horribly accurate on the way we needle those close to us, pressing the most sensitive nerves because we have intimate knowledge of where they are. The knowledge that a family member carries, especially a sibling, is a potential incendiary device: all that history simmers just under the surface. It’s horrifyingly and fascinatingly realistic to watch the sisters poking each other with their sharpened words.

Ida is a hypnotic protagonist. She’s not likeable, which is refreshing (I’ve talked before about how we need more unlikeable female protagonists!) but it is possible to sympathise with her situation as she wrestles with the ticking of her damn biological clock, and the sense of time passing her by before she has really worked out what she wants from life. She is a really interesting mix of cynicism and naivety – she veers from childish behaviour to trying to keep everything together, and I found my feelings towards her changed moment to moment. Sometimes I just wanted to shake her and tell her to behave – other times I was completely on her side. When your emotions are so highly activated by a character, you know the book is a good one!

This is a brave, sometimes shocking novel, which ramps up the tension in subtle ways until by the end you really do feel that anything could happen. The vivid present tense and the careful descriptions of the family meals and evening drinking sessions at the cabin create an immersive reading experience, and I finished the book feeling as if I had been more than just an observer of this incredibly complicated family holiday. Intelligent, angry, uncomfortable and at times almost unbearably tense, this is a brilliant book that I highly recommend, and I look forward to reading more of the author’s work.

Grown Ups by Marie Aubert translated by Rosie Hedger is published by Pushkin Press and is available to purchase here.

Post: Musings on Mood Reading

Even before discovering Book Twitter and the world of Book Blogging, I would usually set myself a TBR and stick to it, working my way through a list of books more or less in the order I’d written them down, sometimes months before. I’ve had yearly TBRs before that I have hardly deviated from.

But now, the way I read is changing. Now, more and more, I find that setting myself a list of books to read makes me chafe against the restriction, artificial and self-created as it is. Part of it is petty rebellion, wanting to be a bit ‘naughty’ and not follow the rules (sadly this is about as rebellious as I get these days!) but there is also something else going on.

I am becoming, slowly but surely, much more of a mood reader. Having studied literature at university, I got used to having set book lists and plodding my way through them methodically, and I guess I got stuck in that habit for a long time. I used to finish every book I started, dutifully, even if I wasn’t enjoying it. These days, I am much more likely to put a book down and pick up something else if it isn’t doing it for me. Sometimes it’s just a case of the wrong time, and I can come back to it later and enjoy it more. Sometimes the book just isn’t for me – and I’m learning to be okay with that.

There is, of course, the issue of books that NEED reading by a certain time – blog tour books, ARCs kindly provided by lovely publishers and publicists, author requests that make me feel very guilty if I leave them for months (it does happen, and I do apologise – I WILL get to them!). I have had to cut down on blog tours in order to accommodate my changing reading habits – I will always try and meet my commitments, I just need fewer of them at the moment.

What it boils down to is that I don’t want to feel obligated to read a book – I want to really, really fancy reading it. I think I’m having a sort of reaction against being so prescriptive with my reading for so long, and I reckon it will balance out again soon, so I will keep my hand in with the tours and so on, but for now, I am also going to let myself enjoy this new, freer way of reading.

I’d love to know your thoughts on this – do you set yourself a monthly TBR? Or are you a mood reader? If you take part in tours and read advanced copies, how do you stop it from feeling prescriptive and keep the sense of the fun of reading alive?

May 2021 Reading: Mrs Death Misses Death; Fridge; Yes Yes More More; The Lamplighters; Mrs Narwhal’s Diary; 100neHundred; Catch The Rabbit; Still Life; The Five; The Big Four; The Stranding; Gold Fury; The Lord of the Rings

I have managed to read 13 books in May (including finishing off my reread of LOTR), and I have honestly enjoyed them all. There have been some real stand-outs this month, and plenty that are likely to end up on my Top Reads of 2021 list! Here’s a quick summary, with links to my full reviews where relevant.

Mrs Death Misses Death by Salena Godden (2021)

Mrs Death Misses Death is such a special book. I think it is one of those works that will mean different things to different people – it is a generous book that leaves space for the reader, as well as being a linguistically dazzling novel that pushes the boundaries of the form. You can read my full review here.

Fridge by Emma Zadow (2021)

The first playscript I have reviewed on my blog! Fridge is an original, engaging work, and reading it was almost as good as visiting the theatre! You can read my full review here.

Yes Yes More More by Anna Wood (2021)

I absolutely loved this vibrant, joyful short story collection – it is bright and bold and full of energy. I highly recommend getting your hands on this one. My full review of this brilliant book is here.

The Lamplighters by Emma Stonex (2021)

I’m so pleased I managed to make time for this gorgeous book this month. It’s not only a physical thing of beauty, it also combines stunning prose with a gripping story, making for an almost perfect reading experience. I highly recommend it! My full review of The Lamplighters is here.

Mrs Narwhal’s Diary by S.J. Norbury (2021)

This is a lovely, gentle book, full of humour and surprisingly poignant truths, especially about the nature of long term relationships. And Rose is a new favourite character of mine! My full review is here.

100neHundred by Laura Besley (2021)

This is a stunning micro-fiction collection – each story is exactly 100 words long, and these bite-sized pieces back a real punch! The whole spectrum of human emotion is represented. A wonderful book. My review is here.

Catch The Rabbit by Lana Bastasic (2021)

I was blown away by this fiercely original novel, which has been translated into English by the author. You NEED to meet Sara and Lejla! You can read my full thoughts on this brilliant book here.

Still Life by Sarah Winman (2021)

I knew I was going to love this book, and I was not disappointed for a second. Still Life is going to be right up there with my top reads of 2021. Don’t miss it! My full review of this gorgeous book is here.

The Five by Hallie Rubenhold (2019)

I read this book along with our ‘book club that isn’t a book club’ – I’d been meaning to get around to it for a while, so it was great to finally find an excuse. It is a staggering piece of non-fiction, reclaiming the narrative for the victims of Jack the Ripper, recreating their stories and shining a light on the brutal choices they faced as women in an unforgiving era. I’ll hopefully get a full review of The Five up soon.

The Big Four by Agatha Christie (1927)

I’m working my way through the Poirot books, along with some friends from The Write Reads, and it was nice to return to a novel after last month’s short stories. I enjoyed The Big Four – there was a surprising ‘international man of mystery’ vibe that I haven’t come across in the Poirot novels yet, and I liked the global conspiracy aspect! Hastings really does annoy me, though, his poor wife! Lots of fun reading this one, looking forward to the next installment!

The Stranding by Kate Sawyer (2021)

This is SUCH a good book – I read it in one sitting, and absolutely loved it. Original, moving, unexpected, and above all, beautifully written. Definitely one to pre-order. You can read my full review here.

Gold Fury by Kieren Westwood (2020)

My second flash fiction book of the month, Gold Fury is a wonderful novella-in-flash that has a True Detective/Fargo type vibe, taking you on a whirlwind journey as the pieces of various criminal activities gradually slot together. I’ll have a full review up on the blog this week – look out for it!

The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien (1954)

I’ve been rereading this along with some friends from The Write Reads, and I have finally finished! It has been an utter joy to revisit Middle Earth. The sheer scope of Tolkien’s imagination never ceases to astound me. We’ve buddy-watched the first two films, as well, and I am looking forward to finishing up with the film of The Return of the King!

It really has been a cracking month for reading. I’ve felt as if I’ve been on a winning streak, with cracking read after cracking read, and it has been really nice to be a bit more flexible and mood read more than I usually do. I hope you’ve had a great reading month, too – do let me know what you’ve enjoyed this month!

Happy reading!

Ellie x

Review: The Stranding by Kate Sawyer (2021)

The Stranding by Kate Sawyer

Blurb

HER WORLD FELL TO PIECES.

FROM THE BONES SHE BUILT A NEW LIFE.

Ruth lives in the heart of the city. Working, drinking, falling in love: the rhythm of her vivid and complicated life is set against a background hum of darkening news reports from which she deliberately turns away.

When a new romance becomes claustrophobic, Ruth chooses to leave behind the failing relationship, but also her beloved friends and family, and travels to the other side of the world in pursuit of her dream life working with whales in New Zealand.

But when Ruth arrives, the news cycle she has been ignoring for so long is now the new reality. Far from home and with no real hope of survival, she finds herself climbing into the mouth of a beached whale alongside a stranger. When she emerges, it is to a landscape that bears no relation to the world they knew before.

When all has been razed to the ground, what does it mean to build a life?

The Stranding is a story about the hope that can remain even when the world is changed beyond recognition.

Review

Since I first heard about this book, I’ve had a feeling it was one for me. I was thrilled, therefore, to win a proof copy on Twitter, and since this month I’ve been trying to do more ‘mood reading’ and be less rigid about my TBR, when I got the urge to read The Stranding, I happily indulged myself.

I was not disappointed. This is a gloriously original book, a story that takes you on a proper journey, that immerses you in its characters and language and its wonderfully compelling dual structure. I read it in one sitting, staying up far too late, and I regret nothing.

There are a lot of clever things about this book. It is unexpected in a lot of ways – from the intense contrast between Ruth’s Before life in London and her life on the beach in New Zealand with Nik, highlighted by the alternating chapters, to the way Ruth is presented as a character. She is great – she’s flawed and indecisive and she makes mistakes, she’s so real and vivid, even a more conventional narrative with her at the centre going about her life and struggling to work out what she wants would be well worth reading. There is a lot going on in London, with (horrible) Alex’s gaslighting of Ruth, her own inability to be honest in her relationships and friendships, her itchy feet and longing to escape. But Sawyer offers us SO much more than this – the horrific global incident that changes everything is also a catalyst for a new way of life for Ruth, and the story mode changes from contemporary woman-in-the-city to something much more profound, apocryphal even. I was deeply moved by the New Zealand-set sections of the book, all the more so because of how skilfully they are interwoven with the more conventional narrative. It is just so well done.

I can’t bang on too much about my favourite characters and scenes, because a lot of the joy is in discovering these for yourself as you read, and I am not about to spoil this gorgeous book for anyone. I’ll content myself with saying that as the story progressed, I became more and more attached to the characters, more invested in their future, to the point where the closing pages were an extremely emotional experience. Sawyer writes beautifully, and has an uncanny ability to marry humour with wisdom, levity with truth. There are powerful symbols and almost biblical overtones in some of the passages, but it is all delivered with a leavening touch of down-to-earthness (I think the Kiwi slang helps a lot with this!). At times I was reminded of Lucy Irvine’s non-fiction book Castaway, which I read years ago, but which really stayed with me as a vivid portrayal of what survival means on a day to day basis; everything about Ruth and Nik’s struggle to survive feels absolutely authentic and real.

There is a resonance to this story that really touched me – although not (quite) comparable to the apocalypse, this past year has been hard on all of us, and I think there has been, for some of us, a reassessment of what is really important. This may sound trite, but in my own life this has had very real consequences in terms of the decisions we’ve made as a family recently, and something in The Stranding really struck a chord with me. The pandemic has not stripped away the trappings of our lives to such a dramatic extent as the disaster that befalls the characters in Sawyer’s book, but maybe it has taught some of us to re-examine our priorities. There is nothing didactic about this novel, but I think there is a gentle, beautiful lesson in it, about family, about love, and about nature.

The Stranding by Kate Sawyer is out on 24th June from Coronet Books and is available to pre-order here.

Review: Still Life by Sarah Winman (2021)

Still Life by Sarah Winman

Blurb

By the bestselling, prize-winning author of When God was a Rabbit and Tin Man, Still Life is a beautiful, big-hearted, richly tapestried story of people brought together by love, war, art, flood… and the ghost of E.M. Forster.

We just need to know what the heart’s capable of, Evelyn

And do you know what it’s capable of?

I do. Grace and fury.

It is 1944 and in the ruined wine cellar of a Tuscan villa, as the Allied troops advance and bombs fall around them, two strangers meet and share an extraordinary evening together.

Ulysses Temper is a young British soldier and one-time globe-maker, Evelyn Skinner is a sexagenarian art historian and possible spy. She has come to Italy to salvage paintings from the ruins and relive her memories of the time she encountered EM Forster and had her heart stolen by an Italian maid in a particular Florentine room with a view.

These two unlikely people find kindred spirits in each other and Evelyn’s talk of truth and beauty plants a seed in Ulysses mind that will shape the trajectory of his life – and of those who love him – for the next four decades.

Moving from the Tuscan Hills, to the smog of the East End and the piazzas of Florence, Still Life is a sweeping, joyful, richly-peopled novel about beauty, love, family and fate.

Review

As a huge fan of Tin Man, Winman’s previous novel, I had Still Life firmly on my bookish radar. I was, therefore, absolutely delighted to win a proof – many thanks to Liv Marsden and 4th Estate Books for my copy.

This is another tough review to write, because this book just meant so much to me. I don’t know Florence well, having only visited briefly, but I know and love Italy, and it was an utter joy to ‘spend time’ there with such an eloquent guide. The sights, sounds, smells are all captured in exquisite prose, and as Winman describes the landscapes, architecture and art works, it begins to feel like more of a sensory experience than a purely literary one. And the food! Never has a book made me so hungry! I could practically taste the papparadelle and ragu – Italian food is my all-time favourite, and this book is mouth-watering.

Underpinning all of this beauty and sensory delight is the sheer joy of spending time with the characters of this book. Each and every one made their way into my heart, and it is the sort of magical novel that makes you ache at the sad fact that these people are fictional. I wanted nothing more than to be in the square listening to Alys strumming her guitar, to see Cressy sitting on the stone bench gossiping with le signore as they chat and knit, to have coffee with Ulysses and Massimo at Michele’s. I wanted to be a guest at the Pensione Bertolini, and I wanted to go to Col’s East End pub and listen to Pete playing the piano while Peg sings. I wanted to meet Claude, fiction’s greatest parrot, and go to Giglio for the summer; I wanted to visit an art gallery with Evelyn and hear her insights for myself. I don’t think there is a feeling quite like the one you get when you are reading a book and you just want it all to exist, to be true. It is rare and special and almost sacred.

The link to E.M Forster’s A Room With a View is extraordinary – this is no knowing nod or gentle homage; Still Life consumes the classic novel, absorbs it and offers us something greater, further-reaching, MORE. It pretty much eats Forster for breakfast, and gives us a banquet of better, alternative ways of falling in love in and with Florence. Towards the end there is a kind of coda that I wasn’t expecting, which added even more depth to this already profound novel.

What Sarah Winman doesn’t teach us about love in this novel isn’t worth knowing. This book is so big-hearted, so kind without being sentimental, so accepting of our imperfections – reading this story is like being part of a warm, loving family, and I felt utterly bereft at having to leave the characters on the final page. Still Life is, for me, a perfect novel.

Still Life by Sarah Winman is published by 4th Estate Books on 1st June and is available to pre-order here.

Review: 100neHundred by Laura Besley (2021) @ArachnePress @laurabesley


Blurb

A man carries his girlfriend in the left-hand breast pocket of his shirt. During World War II, a young soldier searches the houses and barns of the families with whom he grew up. An astronaut wonders whether she can adapt to life back on earth… In her second collection of short fiction, Laura Besley explores a kaleidoscope of emotions through 100 stories of exactly 100 words each.

Review

I absolutely loved Laura Besley’s first collection, The Almost Mothers, so I was really excited to read her second book. Huge thanks to Arachne Press for having me on the blog tour and for providing me with a copy of the book in exchange for an honest review. If you follow Laura on social media (which you really should!) you’ll know that even within the space limit of a tweet-length micro story, she can pack in one hell of a punch. It doesn’t come as a surprise, therefore, that the constraints of a 100-word format only serve to sharpen her considerable skills.

I won’t go into too much detail on the individual stories as I’m much more long-winded than Laura and would probably use more words than she does to write each one! The text is divided into four ‘seasons’ which is a neat way of grouping these deliciously varied tales. There is a kind of overriding mood to each section, and it is fun to move through the groups of stories and sense the changing tone.

Certain themes and character types are revisited; ‘The Monthly Checker’ has a Part I in Winter and a Part II in Spring, but what struck me the most about this collection is the huge variety of the material. So much of life is packed into these stories, precious moments and sad ones, humour and grief, gorgeous nuggets of hope and stinging barbs of hurt. I am constantly amazed at Laura’s ability to make each word count (pun intended) – though they take seconds to read, each story has a resonance that makes far more than a fleeting impression.

It is this lingering quality that makes 100neHundred so special. So many of the stories lodged themselves in my mind – to pick out just a few of my favourites: ‘Mother Tongue’, ‘Between Worlds’, ‘Modern Romance’, ‘Speed Reading’, ‘Blink’, ‘Too Many Words’, ‘Life Goes On’, ‘Five Digit Pin’. I love the balance of cynicism and faith in human kindness, the harshness of life offset by moments of grace.

If you haven’t dipped your toe into the world of micro-fiction before, this collection is a wonderful place to start. It crosses genres, timelines, moods and tones, and offers something for every reader. If you’re already a convert to the joy of flash, you’ll want to add this one to your library – Laura Besley is an expert practitioner of the form. I can’t wait to read more of her work.

About the Author

Laura Besley writes short fiction in the precious moments when her children are asleep. She has been listed by TSS Publishing as one of the top 50 British and Irish Flash Fiction writers. Her work has been nominated for Best Micro Fiction and her story, To Cut a Long Story Short, will appear in the Best Small Fiction anthology in 2021. 100neHundred is Laura’s second short fiction collection.

100neHundred by Laura Besley is published by Arachne Press on 27th May and is available to purchase here.

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Review: Mrs Narwhal’s Diary by S.J. Norbury (2021) @LouiseWalters12 @damppebbles #damppebblesblogtours

Blurb

“It was Woman’s Hour who suggested I keep a diary. They said it was good for mental health, and I must say I did feel much less frazzled after writing everything down yesterday. The frustrations were all still there, but somehow smoothed out – as if by a really good steam iron.”

Mrs Narwhal is overwhelmed. Her husband, Hugh, is unkind and unhappy – working every hour at a job he hates to save the ancestral home he never wanted. Then there’s Hugh’s sister, Rose, who’s spurned her one true love, and ricochets from crisis to crisis; and not to mention two small boys to bring up safely in a house that could crumble around their ears at any moment…

When Hugh’s pride receives a fatal blow, and he walks out, Mrs Narwhal is plunged into a crisis of both heart and home. With help from Rose she sets out to save the house her husband couldn’t. But can she save her marriage? And does she really want Hugh back?

Funny, charming, and moving, Mrs Narwhal’s Diary is an irresistible story which will enchant and delight its readers.

Review

Back with the classic Damp Pebbles Blog Tours/Louise Walters Books combo! I love the books Louise publishes – so far I have read The Naseby Horses, In The Sweep of the Bay, Old Bones (and Helen Kitson’s previous book The Last Words of Madeline Anderson) and, most recently, The Dig Street Festival, all of which I highly recommend! When I read the blurb for Mrs Narwhal’s Diary, I thought it sounded like just the thing for a bit of entertaining, escapist reading. And it is – but it is so much more than that as well.

It has been a while since I have read a book set out in diary format – there is something delightfully old-fashioned about the idea of a written journal, and it works really well for both the character and the setting. Mrs Narwhal, whose first name we never find out, is quite traditional – her life is centred around domesticity and her roles as wife and mother. I think she is younger than she seems at first, though, and she is by no means stuffy or snobby or closed-minded. She’s a refreshingly original character – a woman who seems to have reached a kind of understanding of herself, and those around her, that allows her to see the world in her own unique way. She is funny and kind, and a pleasure to spend time with.

As her relationship with her husband, Hugh, deteriorates, the central relationship of the book becomes that of Mrs Narwhal and her sister-in-law, Rose. Rose is a great character – impulsive, sometimes frivolous, an excellent foil to the more sensible Mrs N. Both women, however, are nursing deep hurts and disappointments, and although their friendship is far from frictionless, the tenderness they show towards each other is a beautiful thing to witness. In many ways, the help these two women give each other really is the main story of the novel – and it is really quite moving and, I think, different, to see this particular ‘sister-in-law’ relationship foregrounded.

I think I am probably in @brownflopsy‘s camp of NOT being a big fan of Hugh – his behaviour seems selfish and indulgent, and while Mrs Narwhal has compassion for his deep-rooted sense of familial obligation to the crumbling estate, I am afraid I couldn’t muster much of the same. However, his actions do allow for some really poignant and insightful observations from Mrs N on the nature of long-standing relationships, of love, of the way it ebbs and flows in a manner that people don’t like to talk about. At the risk of sounding like a total cynic, I struggle with the idea that “love is constant,” that we fall in love with someone and remain deeply and whole-heartedly in love with them for the rest of our lives. I think it is possible for love to come and go, to be lost and then found again, and this novel explores that idea in a surprisingly (for a book that is also very, very funny) deep way.

There is a lot of humour here, a lot of big, bold characters, set pieces, running jokes (where ARE all the scissors, though?) and general light-hearted fun. But there is also truth, heart and a real understanding of human nature and the relationships that get us through or hold us back. The ending is satisfying, without wrapping everything up in a neat bow, and I finished the book much as I started it, rooting whole-heartedly for Mrs Narwhal. This is a lovely book, which offers real insight as well as delightfully quirky humour, and I strongly recommend checking it out for yourself.

About the Author

S J Norbury lives in Herefordshire with her family. Mrs Narwhal’s Diary is her first novel.

Purchase Links

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Mrs Narwhal’s Diary by S.J. Norbury is published by Louise Walters Books and is out now.

Review: Catch The Rabbit by Lana Bastasic (2021)

Blurb

Sara hasn’t seen or heard from her childhood best-friend, Lejla, in years. She’s comfortable with her life in Dublin, with her partner, their avocado plant, and their naturist neighbour. But when Lejla calls and demands she come home to Bosnia, Sara finds that she can’t say no.

What begins as a road trip becomes a journey through the past, as the two women set off to find Armin, Lejla’s brother who disappeared towards the end of the Bosnian War. Presumed dead by everyone else, only Lejla and Sara believed Armin was still alive.

Confronted with the limits of memory, Sara is forced to reconsider the things she thought she understood as a girl: the best friend she loved, the first experiences they shared, but also the social and religious lines that separated them, that brought them such different lives.

Translated into English by Lana Bastasic, Catch the Rabbit tells the story of how we place the ones we love on pedestals, and then wait for them to fall off, how loss marks us indelibly, and how the traumas of war echo down the years.

Review

Huge thanks to Alice Dewing and Picador Books for sending me a proof copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

Every so often, a book comes along that absolutely blows me away. If I’m honest, I find these books by far the hardest to write reviews for, as my feelings are so strong it is difficult to find the right words. I sometimes find it easiest to start by finding comparisons, making a sort of bookish cocktail of works that remind me of the novel in question. I read Asylum Road by Olivia Sudjic earlier this year, and while on the surface this may seem like a lazy geographical comparison, as both novels have their protagonist returning to their Balkan homeland, I think there is more that links these two – the sense of truth cutting so deep it draws blood, of psychological complexity, of the weight of the word ‘home’. I also fully agree with the cover quote, which references Elena Ferrante – the Neapolitan Quartet definitely came to mind while reading about Sara and Lejla’s deeply complicated friendship; as did a dash of Kiare Ladner’s Nightshift, a novel in which friendship tips over into both obsession and a desire to possess or be taken over by the other person. If you enjoyed any of these books, you will love Catch The Rabbit.

Comparisons aside, this is an incredibly original book. There is so much going on here in terms of the layers of meaning and language and characterisation – I could reread it ten times and still find more to marvel at. Language itself comes under scrutiny, as Sara examines her relationship with the mother tongue she has rejected. It is so interesting that the author herself translated the book into English, and that Catch The Rabbit has been translated into 12 languages, winning the European Prize for Literature in 2020 – it all feeds into the depth of the novel. Identity, childhood, education, literature, sexuality, religion, war and trauma – this book packs in so much, and yet manages, at its heart, to be an intensely focused book about two women and how their lives intersect.

Lejla is one of those characters you want to bottle – she is outrageous, infuriating, funny, desperately sad – she is everything at once, and her magnetism is beautifully captured. It is no wonder Sara can’t escape her siren call, and drops everything to assist her on her quest. This is one of the best ‘road trip’ novels I have ever read, excavating the past through the faulty lens of Sara’s memory as the two women head to Vienna to collect Lejla’s long-missing brother, Armin.

One of the many things that struck me about this brilliant book is how well it captures that bond between childhood friends who have grown apart, a bond that isn’t a sweet, sugary nostalgia so much as a chain, inescapable, heavy, painful. In fact I think Catch The Rabbit unearths a deep and uncomfortable truth about friendship, about how it can be based on hate as much as on love. The writing is so visceral, pulsating with blood and heat and terrible beauty. It is sharp and dangerous and revealing in ways that make for a tense, utterly consuming read. I finished the last perfect pages with tears in my eyes, trembling. And that’s how I know this book is something pretty damn special.

Catch The Rabbit by Lana Bastasic is out on 27th May from Picador Books and is available to pre-order here.