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august-september 2025 books…
Give Unto Others (Donna Leon): I’ve read several Donna Leon’s
‘Commissario Brunetti Mysteries’ over the years – but this is my first for more
than 3 years (I think I read half a dozen in 2022!). I love the Brunetti cynical
character and, of course, that the books’ settings are based in Venice –
emerging from the Covid pandemic in this one. As ever, the plot is clever and
complicated (and I’m tempted to add contrived!)… involving family deceptions,
old age, financial scams and the like. As often happens with Leon’s books, I
frequently found myself having to check on the list of characters and their
relationships with each other. An enjoyable read, but certainly not one of
Leon’s best (in my opinion)… and I actually found it somewhat frustrating that
the ‘case’ (which wasn’t a police case at all) involved Brunetti using his
police colleagues to help him sort out a problem first brought to him by a
family friend. Not the best use of police resources perhaps?
The Blue Flower (Penelope Fitzgerald): First published in 1995, it tells the
story of Friedrich von Hardenberg (Fritz) - destined to become one of Germany's
great romantic poets of the late 18th century (becoming the great romantic poet
and philosopher Novalis). The novel’s cover summarises things: “The year is
1794 and Fritz, passionate, idealistic and brilliant, is seeking his father’s
permission to announce his engagement to his heart’s desire: twelve-year-old
Sophie. His astounded family and friends are amused and disturbed by his betrothal.
What can he be thinking?”. It’s a story from a romantic era – with all its
political turmoil and intellectual snobbery(?) – and also a charming, wry, and
witty look at domestic life – despite Sophie’s poor health. Fritz’s position in
the minor Saxon nobility had limited opportunities. The book’s introduction
describes his background thus: “His family had estates, a household, a
respectable allocation of linen, duties, a nag or two, habits of generosity;
not money”. In order to make his living, Fritz embarks on a career overseeing
processes of salt mining. Sophie is far from exceptional in most people’s eyes
(as well as being very young!): “an ordinary-looking girl… with nice hair and
dark eyes”. Indeed, Fritz’s brother Erasmus describes her thus: “Fritz, Sophie
is stupid!”. I have to admit that I frequently found it difficult to keep up
with all the names of the complex Hardenberg and their various friends and
contacts. I enjoyed Fitzgerald’s somewhat cynical, sardonic writing style and surprising
humour (despite the sadness of the story)(*no spoilers!*)… and that the novel
was broken down into 55 fairly brief chapters (which greatly helped me –
especially for the first 100 pages or so!). But, by and large (although my
perception became more positive by the second half of the book), the novel
failed to hold my attention or properly retain my interest. Intriguing, but
perhaps not quite for me.
Poems (Anna Akhmatova): This is another book of poetry that I’m
using for my daily early morning reflections (beautifully and sensitively
translated by DM Thomas). I came across Akhmatova’s writing only thanks to an
interview I’d read in The Observer (I think?) by writer/farmer/environmentalist
James Rebanks. Akhmatova (1889-1966) is regarded as one of Russia’s greatest 20th
century poets. I’m taking things gently and have only read through six of her
short books thus far (‘Evening’, ‘Rosary’, ‘By The Seashore’, ‘White Flock’,
‘Plantain’ and ‘Anno Domini’)… but I’ve been very impressed and very pleased to
have come across her work (and look forward to reading more).
The Member Of The Wedding (Carson
McCullers): This is
our Storysmith’s bookgroup next book choice (theme: weddings). First published
in 1946, it focusses on 12-year-old tomboy Frankie – living in an unnamed
Southern town in Georgia in the American South during 1943. The specific
setting includes Frankie's family home – frequently with Berenice (cook),
6-year-old John Henry West (first cousin) and Frankie playing cards around the
kitchen table - her father's jewellery store, and the Black neighbourhood of
Sugarville. These provide a backdrop for the novel's themes of isolation and
the protagonist Frankie's coming-of-age. Somewhat surprisingly the wedding of
the book’s title (between Frankie’s brother Jarvis and Janice) doesn’t really
feature prominently (although Frankie is determined that she should be allowed
to join the couple on their honeymoon!). It’s much more a book about the border
between childhood and adolescence… and the pangs of growing up (‘a portal to
adulthood’ as Ali Smith describes it in the Introduction); the book’s cover
emphasises “a girl torn between the yearning to belong and the urge to run
away” – which I felt was quite an accurate assessment. In many ways, it’s a
novel of unfinished stories… frequently hovering between humour and
grief/sadness. It’s written in three parts and rendered in a ‘stream of
consciousness’ format – which I sometimes found quite difficult to follow. Each
part contains paragraph after paragraph without a break; virtually no chapters
or even gaps between paragraphs (I like books to have a particular rhythm of
chapters so found this book’s format a little frustrating). It’s only a short
book (178 pages) and yet, unusually for me, it seemed to take quite a long time
for me to finish it. Having said that I really did quite enjoy it - not one of
my ‘books-of-the-year’ books perhaps, but a compelling read.
The Little Red Chairs (Edna O’Brien): As you know, I love O’Brien’s writing
and this novel (published in 2015) is no exception. It begins with a wanted
Balkan war criminal – disguised as a self-styled ‘holistic healer’ – who arrives
in a small village on the west coast of Ireland. The community is soon under
the spell of this charismatic stranger. One married woman, in particular,
becomes fatally attracted to the man and begs him to ‘give her a baby’… with
dark, startling consequences. The woman is forced to leave her homeland and
moves through a myriad of settings, including cleaning offices along with other exploited migrant workers
in central London, working at a home for retired greyhounds in the Kent
countryside, and attending a war crimes tribunal at the Hague. I think I should
leave it there. It’s a book with breathtaking twists and turns… and I was
hugely impressed (note: the book’s title relates to the siege of Sarajevo in
1992 by Bosnian Serb forces; 11,541 red chairs – one chair for every citizen
killed - were laid out along the city’s high street to commemorate the siege’s
20th anniversary).
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