Showing posts with label Literary fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Literary fiction. Show all posts

Monday, 20 March 2017

Book Review: 'The Gingerbread House' by Kate Beaufoy.

*This article originally appeared in the Sunday Independent, 19 March 2017.


Beaufoy's small, exquisite and moving story of dementia has huge heart

Fiction: The Gingerbread House Kate Beaufoy, Black and White Publishing, €9.99

Margaret Madden


The Gingerbread House by Kate Beaufoy1
The Gingerbread House by Kate Beaufoy
The Gingerbread House is home to 90-year-old Eleanor, a former actress who is now suffering from dementia. Tess has taken on the task of minding her mother-in-law while her regular carer takes a much-needed break. Her 14-year-old daughter, Katia, is by her side as she enters the unknown territory of caring for the elderly.
Her journalist husband must return to work, as money is tight, and Katia fears her mother may crumble under the pressure. Isolated, with no transport, the strain is apparent from the start.
However, Katia cannot give advice. The book-loving teenager has "lost the power of speech" and only communicates with EB White's beloved fictional spider, Charlotte. This exquisite novel comes in at just under 200 pages, yet is as powerful and poignant as it gets.
Caring for the elderly in their own homes is rarely discussed. "They're family secrets. Kept in cupboards, like skeletons." Through Katia's eyes, we see that the stubborn, demanding and often abusive elderly are victims of their age or disease; they once lived full and meaningful lives with their loved ones but are now shells of their former selves. They crave routine, require constant attention and affection. Just like infants, they cannot fend for themselves.
Kate Beaufoy has addressed a difficult subject but has done it with grace. By using a child-narrator, the story is given a new perspective. Katia is silently observant yet extremely astute. She sees her grandmother in her current state and struggles to visualise her as she appears in the fading photographs in the old woman's bedroom.
"She looks so scary - like a skull against the pillows - and when she takes her teeth out, her mouth is like a gaping black hole." She sees the former beauty at her absolute worst and silently cheers her mother on as she deals with difficult circumstances. "I can almost hear Mama's heartbeat accelerate. It's funny, isn't it, that a grown person can be afraid of a 90-year-old little old lady? But mama has reason to be fearful. […] Granny is surprisingly strong."
This is a small novel, with a huge heart. There is beauty to be found amongst the desperation and the muted voice of Katia is innocent yet brave. She blends fact with fiction and the lines become blurred.
Beaufoy has created a stunning and sensual read, which may just break even the hardest of hearts. Highly recommended.
Sunday Indo Living

The Gingerbread House is published by Black and White Publishing and is available in PB and ebook format. You can order your copy from all good bookshops or via amazon link below:

Thursday, 19 January 2017

Blog Tour - 'English Animals' by Laura Kaye. Review and Giveaway.



Thanks to the publishers, I have two copies of English Animals to giveaway. To be in with a chance of winning one, just enter via rafflecopter link below. Good Luck!



A funny, subversive and poignant debut novel from an exciting new writer, perfect for fans of Cold Comfort Farm,
I Capture the Castle and Nina Stibbe.

I took off my belt and moved between the seats to look. We were at the top of a big hill. Below were squares and diamonds of green and brown fields all the way to the sunset. Then I saw the house. It was more perfect than the one I had been dreaming about. A red cube in the middle of the land, like someone threw a dice. I could not believe that I was going to live there.


When Mirka gets a job in a country house in rural England, she has no idea of the struggle she faces to make sense of a very English couple, and a way of life that is entirely alien to her. Richard and Sophie are chaotic, drunken, frequently outrageous but also warm, generous and kind to Mirka, despite their argumentative and turbulent marriage.

Mirka is swiftly commandeered by Richard for his latest money-making enterprise, taxidermy, and soon surpasses him in skill. After a traumatic break two years ago with her family in Slovakia, Mirka finds to her surprise that she is happy at Fairmont Hall. But when she tells Sophie that she is gay, everything she values is put in danger and she must learn the hard way what she really believes in.



My Thoughts on English Animals

This is an absolutely stunning literary debut that hooked me from page one, as Mirka approaches her new life in England. Landing in the midst of a strange environment, with an eccentric English couple she finds herself surrounded by tension, temptation and Taxidermy. The prose is both delicate and insightful as the author has chosen a protagonist who does not speak English as her first language. Sophie and Richard manage to make Mirka feel welcome yet an outsider; helpful but surplus to requirement and  yet she blends in like a piece of their quirky furniture. Creaky floorboards, dripping taps and rusty taps are balanced out with diverse personalities and a sense of claustrophobia. The art of taxidermy is Mirka's escape from the craziness and yet Sophie is a constant drug, flowing through her veins.  
This is a debut that deserves a lot of attention. Sublime storytelling from a new literary voice. Highly recommended.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR


Laura Kaye is a graduate of Goldsmith's Creative Writing MA and did a further year of study under the mentorship of MJ Hyland at the University of Manchester. When she isn't writing, Laura works on music and arts documentaries for the BBC including Flamenco: Gypsy Soul, Krautrock: The Rebirth of Germany and Songs of the South.  She lives in Hackney. English Animals is her debut novel.
www.laura-f-c-kaye.com


Wednesday, 13 July 2016

Book Review - 'Light From Other Windows' by Chris Chalmers.



The Maitlands are devastated when they hear that the youngest member of their family, 19-year-old Josh, has lost his life in a tsunami in the Canary Islands.  He was just beginning his adult life and the family are grieving for the chance to know their son and their sibling.  When they discover he had been writing a blog, documenting his travels during his gap year, they each read it with heavy hearts and curiosity.  Family secrets unfold among the teenagers posts and the family fear the outcome of the revelations...

It is hard enough to lose a young member of your family without the added complexity of a natural disaster and the missed opportunity to say goodbye.  Diana is broken from within upon hearing of her sons death, with her job now seeming a trivial part of her life, and she wonders just what it has all been for.  Colin is Josh's step-father and yet grieves for him more than Diana's first husband, who did a runner before Josh was even born.  He remains stoic and tries to hold the family together as they come to terms with their tragic loss.  Rachel worries she was not a great sister and feels like she has let her youngest brother down, now never having the chance to make it up to him.  Jem has always been a little distant from the family and now he dreads the past coming back to haunt him.  Luckily his partner, Stefan, is around to help ground his flightiness.  Meanwhile, Josh's father arrives late for his funeral and the atmosphere tenses up tightly.

UK author, Chris Chalmers, is a man of words.  Beautifully arranged words.  Words that blend together on a page and manage to convey emotion with raw intensity. 

"there was never any shortage of earth for burying an inconvenient truth"

 Each character has its own voice, with minimum dialogue and maximum impact.  Their inner thoughts are arranged in an artful array of emotion, oozing sincerity.  The pace is slow and steady, less page-turning and more sentence-savouring.  Grief is a very personal emotion and each family member deals with it in their own way.  Some moments are dripping with sadness, whilst others release silent sarcasm and wry wit.  The end result is a novel of substance.  Slow, sensual and utterly mesmerizing.  
Can any of us say, with absolute certainty, that our family really knows us?  The real us? What we really think of them or feel for them? This book deserves to be read slowly and with real appreciation.  It is literary fiction that lingers.  Not a thriller, grip-lit or misery lit.  It is a study of family, uncertainty and grief.  There are moments of hope, under-stated love and ripples of respect.  It is a fine book, highly recommended.

Light From Other Windows is available in PB and ebook format.  At the time of posting, the ebook is 99p, but only for a limited time...


Thursday, 16 June 2016

Book Review - "Where They Lie" by Mary O'Donnell.



Gerda dreads the phone ringing, yet knows she must answer.  The caller claims to have information about the whereabouts of missing brothers, Sam and Harry, who are among Northern Ireland's 'Disappeared'.  There has always been doubt as to the level of their involvement in Ireland's 'Troubles' but their family and friends need closure.  Without bodies, they cannot achieve this.  Will thesde mysterious phone calls shed light on the disappearance, or re-kindle old flames of fear?

Mary O' Donnell has a distinctive literary voice.  Strong yet silent, bold but not brash.  She uses four main characters to bring her story to life.  Gerda and her on/off boyfriend Niall, along with Gideon (Gerda's brother) and his wife Alison.  The four of them each have their own take on the disappearance of the twins, but all crave some answers.  As the reader is given a glimpse into the thoughts and actions of each character, the workings of Northern Ireland come to life.  The peace process may have changed the atmosphere of fear and mistrust, but the past is not easily forgotten.  Tensions still exist and the religious divide is ever-present.  The streets are still nervous and the mural-painted walls are an ever-present reminder of the North's history.  Niall is the 'southerner' of the group and his travels over the border are regular but seem to be done with a heavy heart.  The author uses words to portray the crackles of uncertainty between north and south, and the relationship between Gerda and Niall has its own fractured moments.  Alison holds bitterness close to her chest, unleashing her anger on her husband and his sister when it becomes too much.  

This is a novel that is written with powerful prose, great insight and confidence.  However, it was just a little too vague for me.   I was moved by the words and the atmosphere yet I found it was more like an extended short-story than a complete novel.  Gerda was a wonderfully formed character but Gideon was lacking something.  The talent of the author is undeniable and I can completely understand how she has won so many literary prizes.  This is a haunting read, with ripples throughout of Ireland's recent, painful history.  Perhaps the unsatisfied feeling that I experienced upon finishing the novel is more to do with my lack of understanding as to the feelings within Northern Ireland than of the story itself.   I live so close to the border between north and south, yet it may as well be a million miles away.  I remember the long drive from Dublin to Belfast (pre-M1 days) and my pounding heart as I witnessed the checking of cars at the border crossing beyond Dundalk.  Passport checks, changing of punts to sterling and my first glimpse of an armed officer.  But I was a southerner, unused to the tensions and uncertainty that the locals lived with on a daily basis.  Where They Lie is an evocative look at life in Northern Ireland and the unanswered questions that still remain there today.  The past is interlinked with the future is this tale of trying to move forward in an unsettled present.

Where They Lie is published by New Island and is available in paperback and ebook format.


Wednesday, 11 May 2016

Book Review - "The Last Days of Summer" by Vanessa Ronan.



I received a copy of this title from the publishers in return for an honest review...

Lizzie's brother is released from prison and returning to the family home where his sister and her daughters now reside.  In the small town, in the heart of prairie land, it is not a homecoming to celebrate.  Jasper is not wanted by the locals and his return is unwelcome.  Lizzie accepts his return as her lot but tried to shelter her daughters from the animosity that surrounds her brothers presence.  Katie is a typical teenager, trying to appear non-plussed by her uncle, while her younger sister, Joanne, is curious as to why he his hated so much.  Can Lizzie protect her girls from the bitter tensions building in their small community?  Was the decision to allow her brother to return the biggest mistake of her life?  Is a blood bond enough to carry the burden of a brothers crime?  As the heat soars and the atmosphere becomes heavy, this tale of a summer in small-town America becomes a narrative on family, feuds and forgiveness...

Sometimes a book can etch away at your senses to the extent that it enters your bloodstream.  The Last Days of Summer does just that.  Lizzie and Jasper's hometown is insular and choked with tension.  The single mother never questions her decision to allow Jasper to return to their home but she struggles with the effect he is having on her small family.  Already stigmatised, they continue to keep their heads down and carve their existence into the vast landscape.  Abandoned by her husband after Jasper's arrest, Lizzie has retreated within herself.  Her eldest daughter, Katie, works in the local diner, dates the popular guy and tries to ignore the disruption that comes from Jaspers re-appearance.  Eleven year old  Joanne is at an age where anything new is to be appreciated and explored and she hovers around her uncle with an inquisitive innocence.  The family are treated with distrust, distaste and are on constant alert.  Lizzie battles with her unbalanced feelings towards her brother and attempts to holds her head up high, for her own sake as well as for her sibling.  This is a debut that tests your emotions.  It reaches into your soul and grabs at parts of you that are unexplored, underused or ignored.  The prose is neat and tidy, yet contains some moments of  unadulterated evil alongside exquisite beauty.  There are echos of Steinbeck throughout, with the landscape becoming a momentous character in itself, and the examinations of family commitment, responsibility and pride are ever-present.  Seeing the world from a curious eleven year old's eyes, juxtaposed against the dark mind of a convicted criminal, does not take away from the bond that they share.  There are tear-inducing passages in this novel that are more to do with innocence than despair.  There are moments of pure hatred alongside descriptions of the vast sprawling plains of the prairie and the writing is so meticulous that it makes your skin tingle.  Scenes of  mundane family chores, evenings on the wooden porch and limited conversations between two generations of siblings are all part of the overall package of this study of human emotion.  This is a family who struggle to maintain their credibility and their right to belong within a community unwilling to forget.  It is a novel of substance and atmosphere.  Vanessa Ronan has brought the tradition of the great American novel and inserted it firmly into the contemporary world.  If you can remember the delicate description of a slow moving turtle in Steinbeck's The Grapes of Wrath or the intense heat of a southern summer in The Color Purple, then the swaying grasses and airborn insects of The Last Days of Summer are sure to resound with you.  

Sometimes a novel touches you.  Sometimes it lingers.  Then, there are novels that become part of your own personal canon.  This debut is the latter.  It is simply divine.

The Last Days of Summer is published by Penguin and is available in TPB and ebook format.


Sunday, 8 May 2016

"I Am No One" by Patrick Flanery. Guest Review from Orla McAlinden




We received a copy of this title, via Gill Hess, in return for an honest review...


Guest Review from Orla McAlinden


If, like me, you are often slightly horrified by the detail in which your friends record their lives online, you will find the premise of I am no one, by Patrick Flanery, terrifyingly tantalising. In this post-Snowdon, post-Wikileaks world, Flanery has chosen a fascinating, relevant and important topic to explore in his third novel. 
I was raised in Northern Ireland, the most heavily policed district of Europe, from the early 1970s to the 90s, and I was delighted to receive I am no one to review — a timely examination of mass State Surveillance and data-mining. All through my childhood I knew people who wouldn’t answer their phones unless you knew the secret morse code of ringtones, I knew people who wouldn’t speak in public places, or who would only speak in public. As Heaney wrote of Northern Ireland at the time, “Whatever you say, say nothing.”  On a friend’s wall was a poster that read “Just because you’re paranoid, doesn’t mean they’re not out to get you!” and the protagonist of I am no one appears to be gloriously paranoid.
Jeremy O’Keefe is a disappointed academic, banished from Columbia University for a secret misdemeanour that is alluded to throughout the book, but never revealed. His failure to achieve tenure coincides with the end of his marriage and, in retreat, he takes a position at Oxford University, where he spends ten years in exile before returning to New York University, as the book opens.
Jeremy descends into paranoia and fear as it becomes apparent that he is being followed and that his online and cellphone activity is being monitored, exploited and even altered.  The initial incident is minor — an email sent from his own account to a student, that he has no recollection of writing. Couldn’t he just have forgotten? Is he showing signs of dementia? Has his daughter noticed anything untoward? But within days these questions take on a more sinister tenor — has he been hacked, by whom and to what avail?
A mysterious package is hand delivered to his concierge service; could it be a bomb? The tension is high as he gingerly unwraps the first package. No explosions, but a detailed record of every email transaction he has carried out in the past ten years.  At this point I still thoroughly expected the story to take off and become the gripping page-turning thriller that the book’s cover and blurb implied. I really, really wanted to love this book. But I couldn’t, try as hard as I might.
It’s not so much that Jeremy is an insufferable bore and an elitist snob who behaves badly and I wanted to shake him. I have no problem with unsympathetic, or outright hateful narrators. It’s not the long rambling sentence structure (perfectly constructed as far as grammar goes, I might add) which often encompass three hundred or more words.  It’s not the endless, endless flashbacks which appear in the oddest places, sometimes right in the middle of conversations. It’s not even the constant intrusion of the writer, showing us how much cleverer than us he is, and how much he knows on dozens of very interesting topics like the cinematic exploration of totalitarian East Germany, or the philosophy of betrayal. All of these quirks are annoyances, nothing more.
Where the book falls is its absolute dishonesty. We spend chapter after chapter on a journey with a man who fears that he is going mad, suffering paranoiacal delusions, even to the extent that he may be suffering from dissociative personality disorder — bugging his own phone and recording his own email correspondence — without conscious knowledge.
The other possibility is that he is under surveillance by the state and he knows that is impossible, he has done nothing to deserve this, he wails self-pityingly “I am no one!” It is truly gripping as a reader to accept that in this tech-obsessed world, replete with drones, CCTV, spy cameras, bots trawling through our online communications — any one of us could, in a heart-beat, become the mistaken victim of this kind of horrific government intrusion. In an agonised soliloquy he wonders whether his use of the phrase “I have become radicalised…” in an email almost ten years ago could have been enough to draw him to the attention of the authorities and the reader catches her breath and thinks, wow, I need to be more careful.
As the book winds it’s slow and rather dull way to the mid-point we suddenly find out what the reason for his surveillance is. And that’s where the book ended for me, I am afraid. What O’Keefe has done in his final years in Oxford is so stupid, so damaging, so utterly worthy of international alarm bells ringing, that it is immediately obvious that either he knew all along the reason why he was being observed, or he is an utter moron. And one thing that Prof. Jeremy O’Keefe, world-expert on the Stasi, renowned scholar of state surveillance in post-war Europe is not, is a moron.
I know that I could have loved this book and learned just as much from it if it had been written as an actual thriller, instead of in its current hectoring, didactic, and inexcusably dull format. What a shame.    3 stars


Greenbean Novel Fair finalist 2016, Irish Writers Centre. The Flight of the Wren.

Eludia Prize winner 2014, The accidental wife and other stories, forthcoming Summer 2016 



Wednesday, 2 March 2016

"At The End Of The Orchard" by Tracy Chevalier. Blog Tour with Chapter One Extract.



‘Chevalier immerses herself in period and place. Her research, as always, is meticulous and lightly worn’ The Guardian



Thanks to Harper Collins, I have an exclusive chapter excerpt from Tracy Chevalier's latest novel, At The Edge Of The Orchard.  Published on 10th March 2016, this is sure to be a hit with fans of historical fiction, as well as literary lovers.  Check out the blurb and then scroll down for a sample extract...



THE BLURB

 What happens when you can’t run any further?
 In this rich, brutal story, Tracy Chevalier is at her imaginative best, brilliantly evoking the futility of our struggle to escape our roots, no matter how hard we try.
 Ohio, 1838.
 James and Sadie Goodenough have settled in the Black Swamp, planting apple trees to claim the land as their own. Life there is harsh, and as swamp fever picks off their children, husband and wife take solace in separate comforts. James patiently grows his sweet-tasting ‘eaters’ while Sadie gets drunk on applejack made fresh from ‘spitters.’ This fight over apples takes its toll on all of the Goodenoughs – a battle that will resonate over the years and all the way across America. 
California, 1853. 
Fifteen years later their youngest son, Robert, is drifting through Goldrush California. Haunted by the broken family he fled years earlier, memories stick to him where mud once did. When he finds steady work for a plant collector, peace seems finally to be within reach. But the past is never really past, and one day Robert is forced to confront the reasons he left behind everything he loved.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR


 Tracy Chevalier is the author of seven previous novels, including the international bestseller Girl with a Pearl Earring. Renowned for her rich evocations of periods past, Girl With a Pearl Earring was Tracy’s second novel and in 2004 was made into a film starring Colin Firth and Scarlett Johansson. To date it has sold 5 million copies globally. Her other titles include: The Last Runaway, Remarkable Creatures, Burning Bright, The Lady and the Unicorn, Falling Angels and The Virgin Blue. In April, Reader, I Married Him is published, an anthology Tracy has edited in celebration of Charlotte Brontë’s bicentenary. The collection contains short stories by over 21 of the finest women writing today. Contributors include Lionel Shriver, Sarah Hall, Helen Dunmore, Salley Vickers and Tessa Hadley, who all use Jane Eyre’s famous words as a springboard for their own flights of imagination in a wide variety of tones and approaches. To read more about Tracy and her titles, visit her website www.tchevalier.com. 

"At the Edge of the Orchard" by Tracy Chevalier
Extract from Chapter 1

Black Swamp, Ohio
Spring 1838
They were fighting over apples again. He wanted to grow more eaters, to eat; she wanted spitters, to drink. It was an argument rehearsed so often that by now they both played their parts perfectly, their words flowing smooth and monotonous around each other since they had heard them enough times not to have to listen anymore.
What made the fight between sweet and sour different this time was not that James Goodenough was tired; he was always tired. It wore a man down, carving out a life from the Black Swamp. It was not that Sadie Goodenough was hung over; she was often hung over. The difference was that John Chapman had been with them the night before. Of all the Goodenoughs, only Sadie stayed up and listened to him talk late into the night, occasionally throwing pinecones onto the fi re to make it flare. The spark in his eyes and belly and God knows where else had leapt over to her like a flame finding its true path from one curled wood shaving to another. She was always happier, sassier and surer of herself after John Chapman visited.
Tired as he was, James could not sleep while John Chapman’s voice drilled through the cabin with the persistence of a swamp mosquito. He might have managed if he had joined his children up in the attic, but he did not want to leave the bed across the room from the hearth like an open invitation. After twenty years together, he no longer lusted after Sadie as he once had, particularly since applejack had brought out her vicious side. But when John Chapman came to see the Goodenoughs, James found himself noting the heft of her breasts beneath her threadbare blue dress, and the surprise of her waist, thicker but still intact after ten children. He did not know if John Chapman noticed such things as well—for a man in his sixties, he was still lean and vigorous, despite the iron gray in his unkempt hair. James did not want to find out.
John Chapman was an apple man who paddled up and down Ohio rivers in a double canoe full of apple trees, selling them to settlers. He first appeared when the Goodenoughs were new arrivals in the Black Swamp, bringing his boatload of trees and mildly reminding them that they were expected to grow fifty fruit trees on their claim within three years if they wanted to hold on to it legally. In the law’s eyes an orchard was a clear sign of a settler’s intention to remain. James bought twenty trees on the spot.
He did not want to point a finger at John Chapman for their subsequent misfortunes, but occasionally he was reminded of this initial sale and grimaced. On offer were one-year-old seedlings or three-year-old saplings, which were three times the price of seedlings but would produce fruit two years sooner. If he had been sensible—and he was sensible!—James would simply have bought fifty cheaper seedlings, cleared a nursery space for them and left them to grow while he methodically cleared land for an orchard whenever he had the time. But it would also have meant going five years without the taste of apples. James Goodenough did not think he could bear that loss for so long—not in the misery of the Black Swamp, with its stagnant water, its stench of rot and mold, its thick black mud that even scrubbing couldn’t get out of skin and cloth. He needed a taste to sweeten the blow of ending up here. Planting saplings meant they would have apples two years sooner. And so he bought twenty saplings he could not really afford, and took the time he did not really have to clear a patch of land for them. That put him behind on planting crops, so that their first harvest was poor, and they got into a debt he was still paying off, nine years on.
“They’re my trees,” Sadie insisted now, laying claim to a row of ten spitters James was planning to graft into eaters. “John Chapman gave ’em to me four years ago. You can ask him when he comes back—he’ll remember. Don’t you dare touch ’em.” She took a knife to a side of ham to cut slices for supper.
“We bought those seedlings from him. He didn’t give them to you. Chapman never gives away trees, only seeds—seedlings and saplings are worth too much for him to give away. Anyway, you’re wrong—those trees are too big to be from seeds planted four years ago. And they’re not yours—they’re the farm’s.” As he spoke James could see his wife blocking out his words, but he couldn’t help piling sentence upon sentence to try to get her to listen.
It needled him that Sadie would try to lay claim to trees in the orchard when she couldn’t even tell you their history. It was really not that difficult to recall the details of thirty-eight trees. Point at any one of them and James could tell you what year it was planted, from seed or seedling or sapling, or grafted. He could tell you where it came from—a graft from the Goodenough farm back in Connecticut, or a handful of seeds from a Toledo farmer’s Roxbury Russet, or another sapling bought from John Chapman when a bear fur brought in a little money. He could tell you the yield of each tree each year, which week in May each blossomed, when the apples would be ready for picking and whether they should be cooked, dried, pressed or eaten just as they were. He knew which trees had suffered from scab, which from mildew, which from red spider mite and what you did to get rid of each. It was knowledge so basic to James Goodenough that he couldn’t imagine it would not be to others, and so he was constantly astonished at his family’s ignorance concerning their apples. They seemed to think you scattered some seeds and picked the results, with no steps in between. Except for Robert.
The youngest Goodenough child was always the exception. 




At The End Of The Orchard is published by Borough Press on 10th March and is available in Hardback and ebook format.


Monday, 22 February 2016

Book Review - "My Name Is Lucy Barton" by Elizabeth Strout.



I received a copy of this title, via netgalley.com...

Lucy Barton is experiencing an unexpected hospital stay and a room full of memories.  The long, drawn-out days are suddenly broken up when her mother pays an unprecedented visit, and becomes her maternal companion.  Time ticks slowly by and the two women while away the hours with random memories from  their small-town Illinois past, their hotch-potch of neighbours and townsfolk, whilst avoiding the harsh realities of Lucy's childhood.  The relationship between the mother and daughter is tense, yet familiar.  Lucy tries to gleam some insight into her mother's unusual personae and craves some attention that was lacking in her past.  Meanwhile, he mother dusts off any personal details, avoids any reference to the darkness of their past, yet still manages to become a soothing presence at a difficult time.  Lucy's life has altered, and will continue to do so, but the shift in family life, location and her search for inner-contentment are all part of what makes her herself, Lucy Barton...

Pulitzer Prize winning author, Elizabeth Strout, has produced a tiny novel, with epic proportions.  Quite simply, this is the most unexpectedly beautiful piece of fiction I have come across in years.  I had no pre-conceptions, as I received an early edition, and by page one I was hooked.  The writing is exquisite and the story reaches into the readers soul, without initial detection.  It is only when you feel your breathe catching, as you read the stunning prose, that you suddenly realise how powerful words can be.

While Lucy has had a pretty lousy childhood, stricken by poverty, distant parents and basically self-educated, she has escaped it all.  Now living in New York, with her husband and two children, she is  stricken with a serious infection after a routine surgery.  All of a sudden she is trapped, long-term, in a private hospital room with the days dragging by. Her husband and children are rare visitors and she feels deserted.  Her mother, with whom she has virtually no connection to, arrives unannounced and Lucy's inner world is steered off course.  She has so many questions, yet is afraid to ask them.  She has so much she wants to say to her mother, but she cannot bring herself to utter the words.  The atmosphere is fraught with the unspoken words of the two women and yet they are comfortable in their own, unusual way.  
As the novel gently progresses, the reader gains further insight into Lucy's personality, travelling on an open-ended journey alongside her.  The distance of her own past relationships has a rippling effect on her own family, but she still craves love. 

 This is a story of how a mother and daughter may be of the same flesh and blood, yet have nothing in common.  There can be moments of friendship, seasons of goodwill and promises made.  But is this enough?  Can you make someone love you?  Cleverly using Lucy Barton as a solo voice, powerfully independent, at the same time  in need, the author has written a tale of a complete life.  It may be a short novel, but it certainly deserves massive respect.  Thoroughly recommended.

My Name Is Lucy Barton is published by Viking and is available in Hardback and ebook format. 

Sunday, 29 November 2015

Bleach House LibraryTop Reads of 2015 - Part One



It is that time of the year again.  Time to look back on all books I have read since the 1st January and decide which ones were my favourite.  Always a difficult post, as I have enjoyed some wonderful books, both fiction and non-fiction this year.   I will break them up into genre and hope that I may inspire some of to pick up a title, or two, either as a gift or just for yourself.  Here they are:

Literary Fiction


Spill Simmer Falter Wither by Sara Baume 



MY REVIEW

One man and his dog.  Not an original idea, but this is no ordinary novel.  
This is my favourite novel of the decade.  

This debut comes from the winner of  2014 Davy Byrnes Award, so I had a sneaky suspicion that I was starting to read something special.  It took me about thirty seconds of reading to know, rather than suspect, that this was a novel to be savoured.  From the prologue, to each individual chapter (each attributed to a season) and from paragraph to line, I slowly inhaled the story and let it take over.  I was transported from a cold bedroom in Co. Louth to the rural villages of the Irish Midlands, stopping off in the odd coastal towns.  The potholed roads, the long twisting laneways, the silent main streets and the family run pubs and petrol stations.  What a change from the usual dual carriageways of our daily lives.  As I turned the pages, I was reluctant to do so.  The knowledge that I had to finish this book was something that I was ignoring, instead choosing to place my bookmark in with hesitation and delaying the inevitable.  I would place the book at arms length, glance at it, close my eyes and re-read the latest pages in my mind.  Now, I am aware that that this makes me sound slightly deranged, but those who know me can surely picture it.   Eventually, I could hold off no more.  The bookmark was removed for the last time and I faced the final pages.  I felt like I was losing a friend.  I was almost certain how the ending was going to shape up, and I was in denial.  A big deep breath and it was over. 
 I am still a bit bereft.  

The protagonist in this tale is not named, however the mystery of his name is easily solved.  He has a diminished mental capacity which makes him the same level as a child of approximately nine years old.  The reader is left to imagine this gentle giant with an abundance of innocence and years of loneliness and isolation.  He adopts an ex-badger baiting dog, who he christens OneEye, and here begins an incomprehensible story of devotion.  

Sara Baume has taken the idea of friendship to a new level, in my opinion.  The 'companionship' concept does not come close to the depth of feeling described in this novel.  A child may feel this way about a special blanket, sobbing uncontrollably when parted from it.  A recently widowed man may have a shadow of this feeling visible across his face.  A mother may feel this as she watches her son head off to war.  Such is the depth of the friendship between Ray and OneEye.  Each chapter is sprinkled with seasonal sensations and each line is written with the most sensual prose I have encountered from a contemporary author.  The mood, the tempo, the minimal dialogue and the outstanding descriptive passages made for an emotional journey, albeit on a small island with basically just one character.    I could go on to reveal more plot line and quote some of the poetic verses contained within the narrative, but I am going to leave that to the lucky person who is reading this novel for the first time.  I can never have that honour again, but will certainly enjoy my re-reads.

A massive congratulations to Sara Baume and Tramp Press.  You have raised the bar for Irish, and International, fiction...

Spill Simmer Falter Wither is published by the amazing team at Tramp Press.  The title is available in paperback and you can get your copy, with Free Worldwide Postage and 12% discount, here.



Eggshells by Caitriona Lally 



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My review

Vivian is not great at social interaction.  Actually, Vivian is extremely awkward in company and can go days without speaking to another human being.  A grown-up orphan, she lives in an inherited house in Dublin's North inner city.  She has sporadic contact with her sister, also called Vivian, and avoids her neighbours as much as possible.  However, she would like to have friends, have a purpose to her days and someone to bounce her random thoughts off.  Lemonfish, her decrepit goldfish, is not one for  words, so she advertises for a friend.  But Vivian, being the individual that she is, only wants a friend called Penelope.  No nicknames, like Pen or Penny.  She has her reasons, one being her love for certain words and their formations.  When she receives a reply, Vivian embraces the idea of friendship, despite initial reservations, and travels outside her comfort zone.  The reader is brought on a memorable journey, through the streets of  Dublin, where Vivian looks upon the city from a unique angle.  She sees places, landmarks and road signs unlike most of us.  She sees colours where we may see grey, history in place names long ignored and symmetry that is taken for granted.  But can one survive the streets of Dublin when unable to converse to an acceptable norm?  Vivian walks the streets, to a certain pattern, determined to find answers within the city limits...

Vivian may be the most endearing character I have encountered in modern Irish fiction.  Like Jonesy, from Donal Ryan's The Thing About December, there is a raw, honest and innocent feel about her.  Caitriona Lally shuns the label of  'mental illness' and shows how the most intelligent minds can often hide behind the facade of awkwardness and insecurity.  Vivian's personal hygene, for example, is atrocious, as she doesn't see the need to conform to the 'norm'.  She is afraid of her own reflection and sees no need to change her clothes on a regular basis.  To her, food is fuel, money is for the bare basics and the real goal in life is to find harmony in words, on the streets, in history and in books.  When she makes an effort to conform, albeit in her typical unusual way, there are hilarious consequences.    A trip to the hairdressers in the City's largest department store actually made me laugh aloud, while her attempts to gain the friendship of a taxi driver had a mixture of humour and sadness blended together.   Vivian's sister is riddled with sibling embarrassment and disdain, yet she is aware that she is tied to her namesake forever.  Their interaction is uncomfortable from her perspective, yet her oblivious sister tries her best to blend into their family unit.  

Lally has created a character which will remain forever etched in my mind.  Vivian is a woman who many would cross the road to avoid, yet could enrich the lives of others.  Her idiosyncrasies may seem extreme and would make you wonder if such a character would survive without access to cash on a regular basis (not really touched on in the novel).  But, this is fiction, and like The Rosie Project, by Graeme Simpsion, Eggshells is such a clever read, using the protagonist as a way of making the reader question the accepted 'norms' of our everyday lives.  There is a also a touch of magic injected into Dublin's Northside, which is a welcome change to the more fiction-populated areas on the Southside.  No need for leafy suburbs and canal walks, when Vivian shows the hidden gems on the other side of the Liffey.  Some may say that not much happens in this debut novel.  I would disagree.  It is full of sincerity, spacial awareness, a reverse view of today's expectations and an massively memorable character.  Highly recommended for lovers of Irish literary fiction...  

Eggshells is published by Liberties Press and is available in paperback and ebook format.
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Miss Emily by Nuala O’Connor 



My review
Emily Dickinson loves words more than people.  She notices the beauty in the minutia of nature and sees random darkness of the world around her.  Quite content to remain within the confines of her house and gardens in Amhurst, she adores her friend Susan, is indifferent to her family and whiles away her hours writing verse, in her bedroom.  However, when a new maid arrives from Ireland she is strangely drawn to her chatty and inquisitive nature.  Ada is not backward in coming forward and balances out the stuffiness of Amhurst, delightfully.  There is life injected into the house and Emily and Ada become unlikely friends.  The smell of baking lingers in the downstairs kitchen and pantry, the sound of chat is heard where there was formerly silence and Ada's beau is a frequent visitor to the Dickinson kitchen.  Ada's life is altered one fateful evening and things slowly begin to unravel.  A fear of the unknown, a lack of family and a dreadful illness cause Ada to become a problem for the Dickinson family.  Emily is determined to help, in whatever way she can, but can she save Ada?  Is their friendship strong enough to go beyond the barrier of the staff/employer divide?

To say I was chomping at the bit to read this novel is a bit of an understatement.  I have been a fan of Emily Dickinson's work since studying her for my school exams.  Not only are her words profound, intense and memorable, but researching her life was an unexpected pleasure.  The 'crazy' lady, locked in her bedroom with no company but for her poems.  Dark, depressed and dreary.  This is what many have come to believe about Emily's life and words.  But this is an incomplete, and perhaps debatable or inaccurate, picture.  Nuala O'Connor has identified with the woman behind the poetry.  The human being who devoured literature, loved her friend and sister-in-law dearly, appreciated nature for its simple existence and who said :

"Hope is a thing with feathers - 
 That perches in the soul -
 And sings the tune without the words - 
 And never stops - at all - "

Each chapter is given a unique title, which lends a feeling of a more intimate read.  It also means the reader can return to favourite passages quite easily.  The chapter lengths are short, yet each contains an equal measure of literary delight.  There are no fillers here.  For the first time, I am considering buying the audio book, to soak up the eloquent words from another perspective.
The author has taken a legendary poet and given her a voice through fiction.  Using wonderful prose, elegant style and respectful narrative, she has brought Emily to life.  Her famed 'darkness' is not relevant to this story, her love of flora and fauna, her trusting nature and her adoration of the written word are the important factors.  Her unexpected closeness to the family maid is the core of this tale.  Ada is what Emily needs, and Emily is what Ada needs.  Two very different women, two vastly different walks of life, yet two characters who understand each other more than anyone.  
Meticulous research has led to a novel full of detail, warmth, depth and beauty.  It is historical fiction with e
legance and integrity.  Just as Miss Emily Dickinson deserves...


Miss Emily is published by Sandstone Press and is available in paperback and ebook format. 


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Crime Fiction




My review


How quickly could you spot a serial killer?  Male? Female? Young? Old?  In fact, most of us know that anyone of us could be a killer.  There are obviously recurring themes when you research the lives of these killers; dreadful childhoods, lack of love and support, lack of feelings etc etc... but very few people think of these things when they bump into a stranger on the street or park beside them at the supermarket.  Who is standing in line alongside you at the library?  How often have you seen the same person at the bus stop beside your local coffee shop?  Can you continue to believe that there is inherent goodness within us all, or should you start to doubt everyone you encounter?  There are no answers to these questions, by the way, but this is a book that will make you think about who you can trust and how much should you believe to be true.

The killer in Graeme Cameron's debut novel is very different to the ones we are used to reading about.  There is no swagger, no preferred 'type', no bigger plan.  He is just a confused man with a soft centre, who happens to trap women and sometimes murders them.  A man with an average appearance, a likability about him and an urge to hunt and kill.  He seems confused.  He wants to be the nice guy, genuinely has a good heart and, as far as serial killers go, treats his hostages fairly decently.  There is a gentleness about him which confuses not only his victims, but the reader too.  One minute you are shocked at his secret cellar and the mere idea of his entrapment of these women.  The next you are willing him on as he answers questions from the police who have their suspicions about him.  He knows himself that he is not 'normal' and even drops hints to people he encounters.  The writing is both shocking and comical at the same time,  The character is tragic yet warm, devious yet innocent and full of equal measures of darkness and warmth.  A very clever narrative which has echos of truth about it (The case of Natasha Kampusch comes to mind straight away, while further into the novel there are similarities to the hunting style of serial killer Robert Hanson), the novel is one that grabs you by the scruff of the neck and won't let go.  You know he is a despicable man who derserves to be caught, but the almost child-like innocence he portrays at the same time makes you doubt  it.  Like 'Dexter', the TV show serial killer, you are almost praying he won't be caught.  There is no doubt that the twisted mind of this man is not someone who should be allowed to roam the streets, among the 'normal', but there is more than one person who wants him around...

I  almost inhaled this book in one sitting.  It is clever, sassy, different and inspiring.  A brave new voice in the world of thrillers.  A voice that demands to be heard, and remembered.  Bravo Graeme Cameron.  Who wants 'Normal', in fiction, all the time??? A massive thumbs up from Bleach House Library!

Normal is published by Harlequin MIRA is available in paperback and ebook format. You can order your copy with Free Worldwide Postage, and 10% discount,  here.





Freedom's Child by Jax Miller.




My Review

Freedom Oliver is a drunk.  She is trouble.  She is desperate.  She is in Witness Protection.  She needs to find her daughter.  The daughter that she only held for a few minutes, over twenty years ago.  Something sinister has happened and nothing can hold Freedom back any longer.  Just who will she have to take down on her journey?

This debut from US born author, Jax Miller, is unusual.  It uses the format of a crime thriller (good guys, bad guys, murder, mayhem and clever detective work), yet there is no real detective.  There is badness in the goodies and some of the bad guys lean toward the good side.  The past is brought into the present and ongoing nightmares become reality. 
 Freedom has pushed everyone away from her since she lost the most important things in her life; her children.  Accused of murdering her husband, years before, she signed her son and daughter over for adoption, believing she was providing them with the best possible future.  An acquittal, re-location and name change means that she has no contact with her children, but she keeps an eye on them via social media.  When Rebekah, her daughter, stops posting online, Freedom is not the only one who notices.  So does Mason, Freedom's son.  He fears for his sisters safety and returns to their childhood home, in a religious compound.  A place he had hoped never to see again.  However, he is not welcome and he needs to turn detective himself, in order to help his sister.  Mason is not aware that Freedom is also en-route to search for Rebekah and is being trailed by her dead husband's family, who are keen on revenge. There are also more eyes focused on Freedom than she realises.  But are they watching with good intent, or bad?

The novel opens with a confident approach.  A strong female protagonist, ballsy, tough, determined and yet flawed.  Booze is Freedom's drug of choice and sex is just a quick fix.  She has no ties, no family, no links to her past and a seriously bad temper.  Working in a trucker bar, fighting her way through life on a daily basis, occasionally having convenient sex, she trusts only two people.  Her female boss and a hooker called Passion.  Although she has a bit of a crush on a local police officer, she is not prepared to let him get close to her.  There is such an anger in Freedom's character.  A bitter and twisted past, a traumatic event and the loss of her kids has made her teeter on the edge of sanity for more than two decades.  The disappearance of her daughter is going to tip her one way or the other.  The cross country journey that she takes is one of pain, sorrow and a host of crazy events.  Everyone she touches, everyplace she goes, each time she enters a room; it all ends up in bloody chaos.  There are thrills after thrills, bodies piling up, firearms, motorcycles, drugs, sex and a whole lot of bad language.  The atmosphere is dark. Very dark.  There are religious cults, drug-fuelled family feuds and sexual mistreatment.   But there are chinks of humanity in Freedom's soul and she shows how a mother is not always in control of her feelings.  Jax Miller writes like a man, and I mean that as a compliment.  There is a removal from femininity, an attempt to make a female just as bad-ass as her mostly male counterparts, and she manages to make a tattooed redhead, with a nasty mouth and a murky past, seem sexy and assured.  This novel is a blend of early James Patterson or Jonathan Kellerman and has chinks that are reminiscent of Thomas Harris's The Silence of The Lambs. Horror, mistrust, deception and a cracker of a female protagonist.  A top-notch, right rollicking read...

Highly Recommended.  

Freedom's Child is published on July 30 2015 by Harper Collins and will be available in TBP and ebook format.  You can order it with 12% and Free Worldwide Postage here , thanks to Kennys.ie






The Bones of You by Debbie Howells



My Review

A teenage girl has disappeared.  Just who is the most concerned?  
Her mother, Jo, a waspy housewife with a penchant for the finer things in life?  Kate, a fellow mother of a teenage girl who suddenly becomes Jo's lifeline?  Delphine, the younger sister of the missing girl? Neal, the girls father, a television journalist who is adored by all? When a body is discovered in the local woodland, the small rural village is shocked and secrets begin to seep through doorways and through the trees.  All the while, they are being watched by Rosie.  Neither here nor there, she recalls the events leading up to her disappearance and monitors the unfolding drama surrounding her family and friends.  There are two sides to every story.  Just who can be believed?

This debut psychological thriller is bound to split opinions.  One the one hand it dismisses the importance of police procedural within the thriller genre and, on the other, it emphasises the need to identify and understand a character.  While there were holes in the plot, (surrounding police presence and social workers involvement, for example) the novel does not suffer as a result.  The story begins straight away, with Kate learning of Rosie's disappearance.  The local mothers seem upset but untouched by the episode and Kate throws herself at the mercy of the girl's mother, Jo. The story is told from Rosie's perspective too, lending an ethereal feel and drawing the reader into the world of uncertainty.  Similar to Alice Sebold's The Lovely Bones, there is a wonderful use of liminal space and tiny nuggets of information are drip-fed at a perfect pace.  Other characters are solid, like Delphine, the troubled second daughter of Jo and Neal, who is a shady afterthought in her parent's lives.  The reader is left to wonder at her safety, and indeed sanity, throughout.  The ever-so-perfect Neal is obviously far from perfect from the start, but how much of the information given is true?  The only character I wasn't keen on was Laura, a journalist and a former friend of Kate.  She is one of the  worst investigative journalist I have read in fiction.   Basically, this is a story of belief.  Just which side of the story is true? Keeping an open mind can be difficult and manipulation is a tool, almost as sharp as a knife...

"If you have two equally convincing opposing stories from two people who love each other, how do you work out what's true?"
"The thing is, one person's truth is very often another person's lie."

It is easy to see why this novel was acquired for six figures in a four-way auction.  It is clever, wonderfully paced and is sure to be a huge word-of-mouth success.  Psychological thrillers are all the rage at the moment, with The Girl on the Train hovering at the top of bestseller lists for over six months now and publishers wanting a piece of the the action.  There are few books that will succeed, but I think this may well be one of them.  A one sitting read, that will have your fingers worn as you turn the pages at breakneck speed.  The characters may not be the brightest sparks, or even likeable, but they will suck you in to their world, and you may forget the one you actually live in for 340 pages.  A brilliant read.  Highly recommended...

The Bones of You is published by Macmillan is available in hardback and ebook format.  
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 With Our Blessing by Jo Spain.



When a newborn baby is snatched from its mother's arms, in 1975, it destroys the life of a young woman and causes ripples of trauma down through the years.  But she is one of many, and goes unnoticed, like them all.  

Thirty five years later, and a brutal murder is uncovered in Dublin's Phoenix Park.  The victim is elderly and has suffered a grisly death.  DI Tom Reynolds and his team are called into to investigate.  Before long, they discover a link to Ireland's sordid secret, The Magdalene Laundries.  While they are offered assistance from the nuns of a former institution,  they are met with a veil of secrecy and decades of Catholic hierarchy.  Could one of the religious order be involved in such a personal killing?  Could they commit such a sin?  One thing is clear.  The past is catching up on the convent and DI Reynolds needs to get there first...


Dublin author, Jo Spain, has debuted with gusto.  This is not only another crime fiction book, in an already busy genre, it is a character based novel with a good bit of bite to it.  DI Tom Reynolds is a protagonist that lingers.  A good family man, not perfect, yet likable.  Thankfully, he is not like other 'troubled' Inspectors.  No drink problem, no sneaky cigarettes, no lusting after his female partner. and no shady dealings within the force.  Just a genuine guy, doing his job, missing his wife and worrying about his daughter.  This is refreshing, as a lot of crime fiction has the angst-ridden hero who battles inner demons alongside their cases.  Not so with Tom.  He has a great team, male and female and a comical driver to add to the mix.  The make up of the investigative team is well rounded, with plenty of scope to feature them in subsequent novels.  
The narrative is strong.  While we are all aware now of the horrors behind the walls of the Magdalene Laundries,  the author somehow manages to make it feel fresh and sharp.  There is no blurring of facts, or large canvas brushstrokes.  It is focused and fair.  There is balance added with the stories from the nuns too.  Far too often there is a general dogmatic approach to the sisters who worked behind these walls, although it is known that there were individuals who were also horrified with the circumstances in the laundries.  Jo Spain acknowledges these nuns and yet still portrays the events with fact-based honesty.  
This is a novel of tension, suspense and stories.  Stories from the past and the present.  From a convent in rural Ireland, to a police force in Dublin.  The Gardaí are well presented, doing their jobs, intent on finding out the circumstances surrounding the murder.  They are just like any of us.  Doing their best, while making a few mistakes along the way.  The convent is well described, with echoes of its heartbreaking past.  The atmosphere is multi-layered, depending on the area of the building, or which sister is in the room at the time.  I did lose track of the nuns at one point, and had to turn back a few pages, but not enough for me to lose focus.  This is a page-turner, no doubt.  The warmness of the characters made it an extra special read, with the added feeling of reading a modern Agatha Christie tipping it into one of the best crime thrillers I have read for a while.  I applaud Jo Spain for this debut, and for introducing DI Tom Reynolds to us.  Book two better not be long coming.  We need more books like this...



With Our Blessing is published by Quercus and is available in paperback and ebook format.  You can order your copy, with Free Worldwide Postage and 23% discount, here.


 General Fiction


Under a Dark Summer Sky by Vanessa Lafaye. (UK edition called Summertime).


My Review

Set in the fictional town of Heron Key, Florida in 1935, this debut novel mixes up fact and fiction to bring the reader through one of the worst hurricanes in history.  Not only is the sea rising to dangerous levels and the ever-changing winds confusing the weather forecasters, but the tension in the town has reached its own boiling point.  Racial prejudice is rampant and veteran soldiers have arrived in the area to help build a major bridge.  The soldiers are a mixture of black and white but are all victims of discrimination, living in squalor and treated like animals.  Things get even worse when a local white lady is found beaten and close to death following a Labor Day beach party.  The assumption of guilt falls on a former army officer, a black man, down on his luck, yet there is no logical reason for this assumption.  The law doesn't seem to apply in Florida and the voice of a black man is not going to be heard.  As the storm comes closer and closer, just who is going to face the impending chaos and who will be affected the most?

This is historical fiction at its finest.  Full of depth, despair, fear, hope, love, loss and friendship.  So many emotions are brought to the foreground, it becomes the readers world for the novels entirety. 

 The author has included an informative historical note at the beginning of the book, which explains the whole idea behind the veterans of Heron Key.  This is a real help to the reader, and adds more depth to the characters that are introduced along the way. 
From page one, where were enter the world of Missy and Selma, (both black servants in a racist town, full of wealthy, bored and dishonest white folk), the novel reaches out and sucks you in.  The blacks are plodding along, never expecting change, afraid to dream of a different world,  The whites are, for the most, miserable.  Money may buy them nice homes and cars, afford them access to the finest dressmakers and cooks, yet it can't buy love or genuine respect.  It is hard not to draw comparisons to Katherine Stockett's The Help or The Secret Life of Beesby Sue Monk Kidd, as they both lovingly told of the relationships between blacks and whites in past times.  However, this novel also has aspects which are reminiscent of The Color Purple.  Strong, female characters, fighting to exist for the sake of their families, friends and their own sanity.  It shows how women have, and still do, have to fight that but harder to find their inner happiness.  The double weight of being black, and a woman, is not a new concept in literature, but  Vanessa Lafaye has cast a new light on it.  What concerned the women of this era more?  The search for independence, love or education?  The love they felt for the white children they were raising was heartrendingly real.  The love they felt for their husbands and brothers was intense, deep and long lasting.  This book looks at how these women and children were treated when a storm raged through at fatal intensity.  It also juxtaposes this storyline with a look at some of the white residents, who hide behind their pale exteriors and masks of contentment.  .  The Kincaid family, barely able to look at each other, the town doctor, lonely and broken, the country club ladies and gents, who drip with dishonesty and the general store owner who just wants to prepare for the storm.   
The characters are hopping off the page on a regular basis.  There are quite a lot of them, but once you get past the initial introductions, each has a part to play in the overall narrative.  The writing is superb.  Blending the many worlds within Heron Key to a believable and atmospheric ideal.  Chapter pacing is just right, historical facts not overloaded and yet there is a balance between the storm, the cultural angle and the love story.  It is hard to believe that this is a debut novel, such is the standard, and I cannot recommend this enough.  A wonderful blend of history and fiction, finely tuned research and warm writing style, makes this ideal for fans of Sue Monk Kidd and is definitely a book that should be bought, read and savoured.  It will linger in many readers minds, as shall the memory of the victims of the 1935 hurricane.  A stunning, striking and sensual debut. A complete joy to read. 

Under a Dark Summer Sky is published by Sourcebooks and is available in paperback.  





About Sisterland by Martina Devlin.


My Review

Sisterland is all about women.  Men are only needed for breeding and heavy labour.  Women no longer need them and every female has a role within the land.  There are limited thoughts allowed, memories are censored via 'memory-keepers' and emotions are strictly controlled.  The governing body of Sisterland are a group of nine women, who make all decisions for the good of their country.  Mothers are not allowed bond with their babies, male children are not celebrated and the concept of love is unknown.  Living quarters are allocated, not chosen, life partners are assigned and every day is extremely regimental.  Women can not leave their homes without wearing masks to protect them from the atmosphere and 'nature' is piped in through speakers and air vents in the form of bird song and various scents.
  Constance is struggling with controlling her emotions and when she is chosen to 'baby-fuse' and become pregnant, for the good of Sisterland, she feels 'mos' that she had never know existed.  Her regimented surroundings start to seem smothering and she has more questions than answers.  If only she had someone to talk to.  Can she risk asking about her feelings? Is there anyone in Sisterland she can completely trust?  Is this place really for the benefit  of womankind or is there more than meets the eye?

Martina Devlin has delved into her imagination and thrust the reader into a world of 'what if'...
What if you were not allowed think what you wanted to? What if emotions were a commodity? What if  you were only giving birth to increase the population?  All combined, these concepts are fantastical, but when individually examined, many have occurred in many regimes, worldwide, already.  How insane was the Nazi regime during WWII? How many baby girls have been dumped in China? How many young women were used for breeding an Aryan Race?  Why do whole countries let a small number of people make such important decisions without questioning their motives? Simplistic, I know, but hindsight is a wonderful thing and this book brings the idea to a new level.  Set in the near future, science is not the cause of this extreme idea of a female-led society.  Unusually, there is no manipulation of embryos, artificial insemination or test tube trials.  The good old fashioned baby-making ways are used, but under controlled guidance from specialised staff.  Pregancy terms are shortened, to facilitate more births at a faster rate, and 'Sourcing places' take the place of hospitals.  The Nine (the governing body of Sisterland) are a sinister crew, who have more than a few shady moments, making the book even more interesting.  How far-fetched is this novel? Not very, it seems.  Restricting the flow of  information and editing history can lead to a very different future.  Clever manipulation, piped smells and music, thought-forming chants and complete segregation.  Is it completely improbable? This amazingly clever novel makes it seem eerily possible.  Using an inquisitive young woman as its protagonist, the author is able to address the whole background to Sisterland, and how it came to be.  The additional characters are fantastically drawn and link many issues seamlessly.  It may take the reader a little while to settle into the language and identify with individual characters, but once in, you won't want to leave this bizarre world.  Your dreams may move to another level, your thoughts on history may jar and your awareness of your own emotions may increase.  Welcome to Sisterland.  A world not that far removed from the one we live in...
Highly recommended.

About Sisterland is published by Ward River Press 


The Dress by Kate Kerrigan.



My Review

1950s New York and one of the most beautiful women in the city is on the hunt for a dress.  Not just any dress, one that is unique, alluring and awe inspiring.  The hope is that the right dress could save her marriage.  For Joy, beauty has always been part of her life.  Blessed with looks, money and breeding, life has always been plain sailing.  But lately things are not as straight forward.  She finds herself needing a drink to help her get through the day, finds the walls of her fifth avenue home closing in around her and her husband drifting away for no obvious reason.  A chance encounter with a talented young designer sets a plan in motion.  The perfect party, the perfect dress and the return to the perfect marriage.  
Meanwhile, unknown Irish seamstress, Honor, struggles to believe in her talent.  She knows she can design and create, but is it enough for the high-maintenance socialite?  Can she produce a dress so exquisite that it could change Joy's life? Or even her own?  Thousands of dollars are spent as the two women pin their hopes on the dream of the perfect dress...

This is Kate Kerrigan's first novel with Head of Zeus and what a way to kick off!  Using her talent for writing historical fiction, and blending it with a current timeline, this novel is pitched perfectly for the reader who wishes to escape to another world.  There are actually a few worlds rolled into the this; 1950s New York, 1930s Ireland, Present day London, Miami and Ireland, all with their own tales to tale.  Lily is a vintage fashion blogger and while researching images for her blog, she stumbles across a photo of Joy in an outstanding, intricate dress which blows the blogger's mind.  As the woman also has the same surname, Lily delves some more and discovers they are loosely related.  The photo inspires Lily to dust down her dressmaking equipment and re-create the dress.  
The narrative shifts from time and location with ease and there is a softness about the overall story that remains throughout.  While there are plenty of design and dress making moments in the novel, it is written in such a way that the reader is not overloaded.  The big selling point of  The Dress is very simple: imagination.  The descriptions of New York in its Hey Day, the dresses, the dinner parties, the cocktail hours and the need for a drinks cabinet in the drawing room.  Those days may be long gone, along with women's unequal status (for the most), but that doesn't mean we can't slip into these women's marabou slippers, and lives, for a bit.  Look at the success of  the TV show, Mad Men.  Don Draper and fashion to die for. Simple.  The imagination is also used to bring us on fashion shoots in 2014 Miami and lace-hunting trips to rural Ireland.  Lily has a part to play in all  of this, but it is Joy and Honor who remain to the forefront.  Two very different women, from immensely different backgrounds, they somehow find solace in each other's company and form a special bond while creating the masterpiece.  But what happens when it's finished?  Can their friendship withstand the aftermath? 

This is women's fiction at its finest.  The writing is flawless, flows nicely and has a perfect pace.  The past links well with the present and the overall package is finely crafted.  A stunning cover is sure to call out to many from the shelves of bookshops everywhere,in September (when it is released in hardback) and no doubt will be downloaded to many an e-reader this summer.  For anyone who has gazed longingly at the pages of Vogue, drooled over the costumes in period dramas or wondered what rich socialites in Manhattan really did all day, this is for you.  A fusion of fashion and feeling... 

The Dress is published by Head of Zeus 



You, Me & Other People by Fionnuala Kearney



My Review

Beth and Adam have parted ways.  Not in an amicable way either.  Beth discovers Adam has cheated on her, for the second time, and has had enough.  Their daughter Meg, is away at University and Beth just cannot take the lies and deceit anymore.  She struggles to move on from their break-up as she doesn't know herself as a single unit, just as a wife and a mother.  Rattling around her marital home, she wonders if, by kicking Adam out, has she done the right thing.  Was a it a knee jerk reaction to his affair?  Can she forgive and forget?  Can she manage without him?  

Adam, meanwhile, is struggling to come to terms with the break-up himself.  The novelty of a younger woman, sex on tap and a bachelor life is not as appealing as one would think.  He misses the home comforts and the magnitude of his dalliance is swallowing him up.  Things are even about to get worse, as an unexpected phone call causes more secrets to come to the surface, and spill into his life.  Things couldn't get worse, or could they?

Fionnuala Kearney has written a novel that began so realistically that I felt I was right there beside Beth, almost immediately.   The writing is so subtle that you find yourself lost in the world of this family from beginning to end.  Beth seems to be a representation of a large percent of women over forty, who have done the major child rearing, picked the dream home and decorated it to within an inch of its life, all while supporting their husbands in a quasi cheer-leading way.  A stay at home mother who has a hobby or a 'calling' (in this case, song writing), which occasionally brings home some money,  means that Beth has been cocooned in this suburban world, with a kind of separation from reality.  Firmly convinced of her husband's adoration, she never suspects he would play away from home again and her world shatters in one foul swoop.  Their daughter, nineteen year old Meg, is also devastated by her father's infidelity and she lays on the guilt trip in a heavy handed way.  Also gunning for Adam's demise is Karen, Beth's best friend and confident throughout the whole ordeal.  Even  Adam's younger brother, Ben, is horrified at his sibling's behaviour.  All in all,  Adam is not popular.  With anyone.  While we read of his feeling lost and alone, it is hard to feel any sympathy for the creator of his own hard luck.  

All through the book, there are little clues to a more uneven past than Beth could imagine.  Like chinks of light through uneven floorboards, there is enough to warrant further investigation into the murky darkness, but with the knowledge that you may not like what you find. 
 Secrets and lies.  Who are they usually to protect?  The liar, or the people who trust them?  

This debut caused me to basically miss a whole day with my family.  I knew by the third page that I was hooked and that there was no point in putting it down.  I read straight through, until my eyes were unable to fight the good fight anymore, but only with the knowledge that it was the weekend and I could pick up the baton nice and early the next day.  
A clever look at human nature, the differences between men and women and the dynamics of the 'average' family.  We all have boxes in the attic, labelled and forgotten.  How many of us have secrets that we hope remained labelled and forgotten?  More, I expect, that you would think...


Highly recommended.  Ideal for fans of Jojo Moyes and Diane Chamberlain. 


You, Me & Other People is published by HarperCollins 

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