Gumble's Yard - Golden Reviewer > Books: 2022-orwell-prize (9)
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Winner of the inaugural Nero Gold Award - Book of the Year 2023 Winner of the inaugural Nero Book Awards Fiction category as I predicted pre shortlist Winner of the inaugural Nero Gold Award - Book of the Year 2023 Winner of the inaugural Nero Book Awards Fiction category as I predicted pre shortlist Winner of the Irish Book of The Year Award Shortlisted for the 2024 Folio Prize. Shortlisted for the 2023 Booker Prize #11 in my Booker Prize longlist rankings after reading all the longlist books twice. My Instagram post on what worked for me, what did not, my favourite quote and of course a book-themed Golden Retriever photo here: https://www.instagram.com/p/CxKYpvygp... Longlisted for the 2023 Booker Prize - I originally read this around two weeks ahead of the longlist announcement as it has been included in some Booker speculation - of the nearly 80 eligible books I pre-read I ranked this below 60th. Having said that, and after re-reading it, I do think it’s a very possible winner -it’s certainly an early Bookstagram favourite - and in terms of the popularity of the prize a far from unreasonable winner. It strikes me, of all the longlist books, as the one readers might most readily press into someone else’s hand and say “you must read this” … although that was really the historic criteria of the Costa Prize for which I think this would have been a better fit, and this therefore may well be a strong contender for the inaugural Nero Prize. On literary merit though - I don’t think it’s Finest Fiction, which should be the Booker criteria. On a second read I found the Imelda section a little disappointing. It really did not I think fully capture her supposed scattergun non-sequitur filled way of talking that Cass describes. And it is definitely where the book gains in size (it’s a very lengthy section) what it loses in focus. For all the exhaustive dissection of Imelda’s life - most of it supposedly occurring in flashback around the time of a Lion’s Dinner honouring Maurice which takes place in the same venue as her wedding to Dickie, many of the key elements of that day are withheld until a later section. I did appreciate though the way in which Mike appeals to Imelda via a shared experience of extreme childhood poverty, and the Cass/Elaine dynamics remain strong. And the folktale of the man who parties with the fairies only to find on returning to the world that 100 years have past and all he loved - one I slightly struggled with first time as it applied to character’s individual lives - worked best second time for me when I interpreted it as a metaphor for the Celtic Tiger years in Ireland and for Western consumerism/late capitalism and climate change (the latter subject which is also cleverly linked to the Magdalene Laundries). But it’s the ending that still does not work for me, when viewed through a literary/finest fiction lens. Not the final scenes (although that is rather too clunkily signposted from the first line of the book) but the pages leading up to it where there are too many coincidences (just a couple of examples but Cass while in Dublin attends a talk by Willie where he talks - unknown to her - about her father, and a few pages later is unknowingly next to Ethan in a shop), too many last minute interventions and far too many of the characters converging in the last pages including some long thought lost. We need to take off our masks …. And that's hard, after a lifetime of hiding away, it's existentially hard, take it from me. But once you do it, the world is transformed. Once you take off your mask, it's like all the other masks become transparent, and you can see that beneath our individual quirks and weirdnesses, we're he same. We are the same in being different, in feeling bad about being different. Or to put it another way, we are all different expressions of the same vulnerability and need. That's what binds us together. And once we recognize it, once we see ourselves as a community of difference, the differences themselves no longer define us. That's when we can start to work together and things can change. ORIGINAL JULY 2023 REVIEW A more than 600+ page family tale switching over a year (albeit with frequent flashbacks) or so between the viewpoints of four members of a nuclear Irish family, for whom the Irish financial crash had uncovered buried tensions and secrets of the past, and one which takes place against the emerging threat of climate change. Initially I found this an engrossing read, the author’s ability to cleverly capture the four different voices and the way in which we gained insight and different perspective over time impressive; the repeated imagery and stories intriguing; but the book took for me an unwelcome turn, rather overstayed its welcome (the amount of plot did not at justify in my view the book’s length which seemed more a product of lack of editing) and had an ending which was stylistically clever but for me ill-judged in a narrative sense. The family are father Dickie, his wife Imelda, his daughter Cass and son PJ. Dickie runs the family motor dealer business set up by his father Maurice (now semi-retired in Portugal). Dickie had a younger brother Frank, a renowned GAA participant (particularly at Gaelic football) who died when Dickie was at Trinity – we also learn that Frank was initially engaged to the Imelda – beautiful but from a poor background - and the sequence of events which lead to her then marrying Dickie shortly after (already pregnant with Cass) and Dickie then ending up back in the family business, as well as the ghost of other lives that may have occurred for both of them, lies heavily on their lives and across the novel. It has to be said that the idea of choices made – and the imagining of alternative future pathways becomes a little too common as the book goes on. At the start of the book – the business is failing badly in the second-third year of the economic downturn, Dickie seems powerless to run it around and Imelda (something of a consumerholic) despairs at having to start selling everything she has accumulated over the years. All this is seen through the voice of Cass – one of the brightest girls at her school and coming up to the Leavers Certificate she expects to win her a place at Dublin, but increasingly obsessed with Elaine – the beautiful but capricious daughter of the other local businessman Big Mike a cattle dealer turned property developer. We then change voice to PJ – who spends much of his time online chatting to a friend Ethan on a Game Board, his school days avoiding bullies – particularly one who claims Dickie owes his family money and that he will badly beat up PJ if he does not get the money - and the rest of his time worrying about his family situation – wearing too small shoes as he does not think they can afford new ones and oddly obsessed that his parents will get divorced and/or send him to boarding school. In both sections Murray’s ability to capture the voices and inhabit the character of a older teenage girl and a rather nerdy 12 year old boy is impressive – and there is a light undercurrent of humour despite the travails of the family and the personal anguish of the two children. Next up is Imelda, desperate for Dickie to ask Maurice for help. We learn via flashbacks much of her early life (in a desperately poor family with a violent ex bare knuckle fighter father - her only real ally her youngest brother Lar) and how she met Frank – whose sporting prowess charmed her father just as his poverty and violence rather repelled Maurice. This is in many ways a powerful section, and written in a rather breathless as well as unpunctuated style meant to capture both Imelda’s lack of formal education and her rather scattergun style of speaking/thinking. A number of media reviews have referred to this as a stream-of-consciousness style and invoked Molly Bloom but I think that is misleading and not intended by the author. The fourth voice is Dickie – and while the move to a rather conventional voice matches Dickie’s much remarked upon bookishness. I did not really feel the storyline worked – telling of Dickie’s move to Trinity to study, a friendship with an eccentric other student Willie (which becomes much deeper over time), the truth behind a traumatic incident when he was apparently struck by a bus on the first day of his third year (note that the book is rather too full of famous incidents which are not what they seem – the truth about the titular event which meant Imelda wore her veil for the entire wedding to cover her swollen eye emerges later on) and then a, for me, rather surprising relationship he forged when he returned. A fifth section of the book then adopts a stylistically impressive second person voice - and using it switches rapidly around each character as we learn more of the past and see how the present develops: Cass for example now at Trinity, Imelda deciding what to do about the attentions of Mike, Maurice who has returned from Portugal finding holes in the garage accounts, Dickie freed from the garage spending his time with Victor – an eccentric but driven end time prepper who drags Victor into his plans and helps transform a shed on Dickie’s family land (a shed which has different meanings to various of the novel’s characters). Other characters include a mysterious Polish mechanic who obsessed a number of the family members, Big Mike’s Brazilian housekeeper and sometime lover, Imelda’s ageing seer Aunt Rose (with who she lived for many years) – and at the end - in a sequence which transitions further to be written more like a play - a series of rather unlikely events (at the least in their simultaneity) and part misunderstandings causes pretty well every character to converge on the shed – in a section which I really felt was not a great way to end a literary fiction novel. Overall for me - as my initial comments said - a book which despite its considerable merit, just failed to either live up to its huge promise or really justify its length. ...more |
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Update: the non fiction book I refer to in my review just made the inaugural Women’s Prize for non fiction longlist The judge stated:Update: the non fiction book I refer to in my review just made the inaugural Women’s Prize for non fiction longlist The judge stated: I read this book due to its shortlisting for the 2022 Orwell Prize for political fiction. Much of the background to the book is explained eloquently by the author in this Guardian article (https://www.theguardian.com/books/202...) where she talks about both her researches, the planned 2023 non-fiction book resulting form them and her decision to also write this novel My forthcoming history of the islands of Britain, The Britannias, demonstrates how the patriarchal mainstream has marginalised the ancient tradition of female rule in Britain. But I also wanted to unleash these islands of women into the 21st century in a novel. My novel, Cwen, is set in a fictional archipelago off the east coast of Britain [GY: close to the English/Scottish Border], where I imagine a female coup. The key but absent character of the book is Eva Hartcourt-Vane, the widow of a Conservative minister who, as part of his family holdings, has a large property on one of the main Islands of the archipelago, she uses her fortune and her powerful charisma to both fund and inspire something of a matriarchy on the island: Eva works closely with a local politician who ends up as council leader (Inga); bringing in a feminist museum curator (Jen); giving sanctuary to a Muslim woman (Mariam); working with a group of local nuns (including Lucija); forming a close bond with her granddaughter (Zoe). Zoe is the illegitimate daughter of her Liberal Democrat MP son Sebastian (who to his surprise has ended up as Environmental minster in the Coalition government and who is now married to a Senegalese lady (Camille) who is the only of Eva’s sons (or their wives) who seems to have sympathy for her cause) and a pretty ordinary local girl (Nina) with a left wing mother (Ruth). Zoe attends the local school (where boys are given lessons on the patriarchy and girls given access to feminist counsellors) and also falls under the influence of two radical older girls (Stella and Tara) who plan a series of environmental protests and stunts aimed at plans of Eva’s other sons to make a development on the deserted but historically sacred island of Cwen. The book is set after Eva’s mysterious disappearance at sea when rowing to Cwen – after her death it both becomes clear that she has left her children’s inheritance to a Women’s charity and also perhaps the extent of the changes that she has carried out and funded over time on the Island – and a coalition of her disinherited children (who contest her will) and some aggrieved men (unhappy at being part of a matriarchy and claiming discrimination) force a public enquiry. The book (in chapters named after the key female protagonists) tells the story of the public enquiry via snippets of the testimony of the various witnesses, mixed with an approximately chronological account of the events on the island, and some hard to follow back stories for some of the protagonists which seemed to me to contain lots of extraneous detail. One of the other characters in the book (and the first witness) is an intriguing autofictional one: Alice Albinia – a researcher into the ancient traditions of female rule in Britain (going back into ancient legends – with various real sources researched by both Alice Albinia’s bookending the chapters) and how it has been marginalised by the patriarchal mainsteam. She is at once inspired by Eva as well as by the history of Cwen (which seems to have been a centre of female power) and rather put off by the hippy/feminist antics and sometime cult like behaviour of Eva’s followers (which is itself intriguing for a character based on the author). Interspersed between the chapters are a first party account of Cwen – once it seems a female mystic who lived on the Island but now some form of spirit who is herself inspired to intervene in and support Eva’s plans but seems to have played a role in her death. Overall this is a very ambitious and thoughtful book – but to be honest one I did not really see as working for me. The Cwen sections I found a little odd and to introduce an unnecessary element of fantasy into what is otherwise a serious political piece of fiction. I also found that the striking decision to build the book partly around the witness statements and questioning at the inquest seemed to sit uneasily with the more conventional decision to tell what happened via a much more traditional omniscient narrator. And the book was too cluttered with characters with their back and side stories – it would have for example worked much better for me if say the Miriam or Nun characters had been dropped altogether – this was definitely a book where I felt less would have been more. PS: A sample of the book is here: https://serpentstail.com/wp-content/u... ...more |
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The author was recently selected for the decennial Granta Best of Young British Novelists list (2023 edition). This novel was shortlisted for the 2022 The author was recently selected for the decennial Granta Best of Young British Novelists list (2023 edition). This novel was shortlisted for the 2022 Goldsmith’s Prize and 2022 Orwell Prize. Na praia, na beira do mar, sentada na arcia I read this book due to its shortlisting for the 2022 Orwell Prize for political fiction. This is the author’s second novel after the intriguing debut novel 2019 “Stubborn Archivist” which as well as various book prize recognitions (Dylan Thomas longlist, Desmond Elliott shortlist, Observer Debut Novelists feature, Sunday Times Young Writer of the Year shortlist) also contributed to her recognition by the FT as one of the “planet’s 30 most exciting young people” across art, books, music, tech and politics – the political angle also recognising her activism and her involvement in boosting the youth vote in the 2017 General Election via the use of a bot on Tinder which encouraged voter registration and tactical anti-Conservative voting. (For a different take on the ethics of the latter – see https://www.wired.co.uk/article/tinde...) The author’s first book had a distinct style – one that was on one level experimental but in a way which was far less conscious and more natural than much experimental literary fiction. Non-chronological, copious blank space, a mix of first/second/third person, of different points of view, of conventional prose and fragmentary prose poetry, and perhaps most distinctly in the way the text switched in a natural flowing way from English to occasional and typically untranslated Portugese. It was also a book which aimed at lightness and avoiding the “oppresive weight of the [linear. Realist] British novel” but where I felt the lightness, and the sense of a debut novel searching for a narrative voice was perhaps a weakness. This book I believe has exactly what one looks for (but so often does not find) in a second novel – something which retains the distinctiveness and strengths of the author’s debut novel (perhaps a little less switch of person, and a more obvious chronological signposting but with more developed use of Portuguese) but adds a greater conviction of touch and a weightier and more purposeful story to make for a really strong and accomplished read. A quick glance at the author’s Twitter account shows her continued political activism – across a wide variety of progressive causes – and her belief in direct action and yearning for meaningful revolution over incremental, democratic change. That activism and belief has translated into her aims for this novel as captured in a recent Guardian profile (https://www.theguardian.com/books/202...) I wasn’t worried about writing a political novel – every novel is political – but I was asking myself how I could really agitate the reader. I heard a podcast with Sebastian Faulks talking about this fan letter he got from a woman who said: “I read Birdsong and the sex scenes made me realise I’d never known true love or sexual pleasure and so I left my husband of 20 years.” He was like, whoa. It made me wonder what it would be like if you wrote a piece of fiction that made people feel so full of revolutionary possibility and desire that they want to take to the streets, not necessarily for what might be achieved in their own lifetime, but for generations to come. At the heart of the book are Catarina and Melissa – who become flat mates and close friends in Mile End (in East London) in 2016-17. The 2016-17 sections follow their burgeoning friendship and their involvement in a series of activist protests and direct actions in London, against a background of the despair they and their fellow travellers in England and Brazil feel with the Brexit Vote and impeachment of Dilma Rousseff (both in 2016). Both Melissa and Catarina have Brazilian mothers and links and in two lengthy historical sections each we learn more of their background. Catarina’s is the most known and the most radical – her grandfather a famous three time (deposed by the military on at least one occasion) state governor and her Auntie Laura (her mother’s elder sister) a radical guerilla subject to imprisonment and torture but who then died in a mysterious car accident post a national amnesty and restoration to her family. She is now studying in England for a PhD but shares at least something of the radicalism of her Aunt – one of the first times we meet her she is disgusted to find Melissa’s boss (who runs a PR agency) built his reputation working for early New Labour (that is of course the only non conservative party to win a UK General Election for almost 50 years) and denounces him as right-wing. Melissa’s story by contrast effectively starts with her birth – as she knows very little of her mother’s origins in Brazil and nothing of her father (who left shortly after her birth). Instead we read of her upbringing in South London, her raising not just by her mother but by a small collective of stand-in Auntie’s/grandmothers who were her neighbours, her early friendship and then relationship (and then break) with another girl Ruth and her mother’s death. Having studied IT she now works for the PR relationship having been found a job by a close friend Femi who has strong (left wing in the conventional terms, right wing in the book) political ambitions of his own What perhaps really makes the book is a tour-de-force section set in the Brazilian countryside in 1969-1974 as Laura and a fellow, but younger, revolutionary, flee the City and the attentions of the police for the initial (but false) sanctuary of a forest based Communist guerilla group (much if not all of what they experience based on real life incidents which the author sets out in an impressive Author’s note). Now I have to be the first to say I did not really agree with the political impetus of the book – I felt my sympathies were more with Mel’s boss (who I am pretty sure is meant to be a sell-out anti-hero). But this Centrist Dog nevertheless found this an impressive read which sets out a cross-generational call for action to build a different world. PS – small correction: I don’t think Maria and Ana can have seen Pele score against England – Gordon Banks prevented that. ...more |
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I read this book due to its shortlisting for the 2022 Orwell Prize. This is the second novel by this author better known as a poet, for his book lengt I read this book due to its shortlisting for the 2022 Orwell Prize. This is the second novel by this author better known as a poet, for his book length poems which vary in theme from pre-Conquest historical fiction, through to near-time science to futuristic planetary colonisation and which have been recognised by a series of prestigious prizes (Costa Prize winner, twice TS Elliott Prize shortlisted, twice Forward Prize shortlisted). His early poetry was published by the brilliant one-man press CB Editions (Charles Boyle) before moving to PRH’s Jonathan Cape; and his first novel “Pupa” was published by David Henningham’s high craft “microbrewery for books” Henningham Press before Jonathan Cape took up his novelistic output too. “Pupa” was a literary science-fiction novel about the concept of humans having a choice to enter a larval stage; it followed the relationship between two characters as they come to terms with their choices and was described by the only two people to review it on Goodreads (my identical twin brother and the Booktuber Robert Pisani – two of the most thoughtful and prolific reviewers around) as Ishiguro-esque in its gentle and elegant exploration of its conceptual themes. And this second novel does share many of the characteristics of the author’s first. I think this book is best characterised as a fable-like examination of human society (particularly in its progressive/capitalist deployment) Faustian pact with new technology. It made me think that Darwin’s Theory of Biological Evolution (which so convulsed popular, religious and scientific thinking in the 19th and first part of the 20th Century) quickly became for the rest of the 20th Century (and particularly our own 21st century) far less important than the need to examine the insatiable impetus for technological evolution, not always to the benefit of its users or society. The set up for this second novel is relatively simple – a device is invented (it would seem in the 1970s or 1980s) which allows for the transportation of matter. Invented is the key word here – as this is not for example like the portals in Mohsin Hamid’s “Exit West” – something out of human volition, but something which from the first is mediated by a private firm – a vital part of the set up. And further, which again is a contrast to the recent writings of Mohsin Hamid or much of the writing of Jose Saramago, this is not some kind of one-off (if evolving) discontinuity whose society-shattering ramifications are then explored, but an initially underwhelming change (the first device relies on industrial style installations and physical wirings to transport a plastic spoon over a short distance) which develops over time transforming society in tandem. We see the mass transportation of matter, then the transportation of humans and then more advanced wireless technologies. The fable like set up and the rather plain and/or elegant style of the book is certainly Ishiguro-esque – although the author I was more reminded of in the early chapters was Magnus Mills. Ishiguro tends to place us in a different society – here though we see the society develop over a series of what are effectively linked short stories, set in different periods with only the world of the invention in common and effectively no overlapping characters. While this is perhaps more interesting - the downside to this is that we get little or no character development or identification. Morgan’s style in almost every story is to centre on a pair of characters and examine the current evolutionary state of the invention and thus society through their eyes and either the pact or the tension between them – but unlike say Ishiguro we do not really get to know and understand the characters – the book lacks in character evolution exactly what it has in technological/societal evolution. Overall an excellent and thought provoking book. --------------------------------------------- The first chapter is set in what feels like a 1970s suburban world – as an HR underling and his wife are chosen to host the prototype device. The second (and where the Magnus Mills links were strongest) explores an early use of the device, to facilitate house moving – already here we have (between the elderly householder and the technician overseeing the move) philosophical discussions (is a transported art work the original or just a copy) and political ones (have either the costs or experience of moving really changed for the better). The third examines the first person to be transmitted through the device (and his wife). The fourth is a rather poignant tale of two children playing with a wind up elastic band toy plane on a deserted airstrip (the terminals still being used for mass travel but now via transportation) – as an aside as someone who grew up surrounded by deserted (WWII or cold war) airstrips this passage felt far more nostalgic than futuristic. The fifth was perhaps the strongest – as it tells the story of the mathematician whose ability to translate matter into data (inspired by his multilingual translator wife) is married to his colleagues new found ability to transmit particles via wires, so as to invent the basics of the new device. The chapter manages to also contain some debates on translation “What I mean is: why translate the words into another language that doesn't quite match the depth and com-plexity and beauty of the original text? So much better, I think, to translate yourself into a person who understands the work the way it was intended.”, a discussion of a safety device inserted to prevent the transmission of weapons (and the use of the technology for harm) and a poignant ending on the limitations of technology when the inventor for all his skills cannot direct the device to transport the cancer from his dying wife’s bodies. The sixth did not quite reach its potential – an investigative journalist stumbles across a garrulous industry insider who ignoring her queries about what she thinks are suppressed stories of the devices safety failures, sets out that the real concern is no one really understands how the technology works – how is it that a human can be ever transmitted with body functioning and thoughts uninterrupted. The journalist is left as unclear as to how serious or even accurate this idea is as the reader is. The seventh is a of a boy facing a death sentence (administered for the first time by the machine which has been altered to delete rather than transport matter – with obvious environmental applications) for his role in hacking the anti-weapon part of technology so that for a few seconds the machine did not transmit any non-organic matter at all (with bad consequences for say those with implants). The eighth is also very strong – a modern technology-savvy woman visits her father (who lives in one of the very few communities which has refused to accept the now ubiquitous transporters) only to find to her horror that, playing on his ill-health, he and his fellow elderly townsfolk have signed up to be guinea pigs in a new home-specific technology which is a combination of wearables and smart home (albeit uncomfortable overalls and wall to wall wiring) allowing the elderly to transport themselves upstairs or immediately to hospital if taken ill. In many of the stories we have seen the power of the firm behind the technology to control what gets to the public as well as the media and political discourse and the ninth story examines this via the campaigning mother of a girl who went missing due to a rare fault. The tenth was another weaker one for me – personal transportation via wearables, satellites and spots on earth is now ubiquitous and two lesbian lovers have different views on this. The final story explores how the technology is rumoured to be being used for lunar mineral extraction and possibly colonisation and returns us to the idea of inexorable if unasked for evolution. ...more |
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2nd in my 2022 Booker Prize longlist rankings - my Bookstagram rating, ranking, summary review and Book themed Golden Retriever photo is here:: https:
2nd in my 2022 Booker Prize longlist rankings - my Bookstagram rating, ranking, summary review and Book themed Golden Retriever photo is here:: https://www.instagram.com/p/ChHzX-TMI... A really fascinating and distinctive fictional examination of the effects of colonization – ranging from artistic appropriation, through language (cleverly both external dialogue and internal monologue) to the legacy of violence. The novel begins with an English artist – Mr Lloyd – travelling to a remote Irish Gaelic-speaking island off the West coast of Ireland where he intends to paint. Ostensibly he is travelling to paint the cliffs but he is also interested in all aspects of the traditional life of the islanders, starting by insisting on being rowed across the island in line with pictures he has seen in a book – and seems keen to emulate Gauguin and his work based around Noa Noa. The island is now largely denuded of population – and his main interactions are with one three generational family: the matriarch Bean Uí Néill, her daughter Mairéad (whose father, husband and brother all died in one fishing accident) and her son James (Séamas) Gillan; Francis (Mairéad’s husband’s brother – a fisherman on the mainland but still very influential on the island - who wants to take his dead brother’s place in her bed) and Mícheál (a trader and boatman). Shortly after his arrival on the Island to a frosty reception (particularly around any hints that he wants to paint the inhabitants rather than the cliff), he is disturbed when another visitor arrives on the island: a Frenchman “JP” Masson – a linguist determined to save the Irish language and using the Island both to preserve the particular dialect spoken and as a research case study for the way the language is being contaminated by English influences over time and across generations. The two take an immediate dislike to each other – JP due to Mr Lloyd’s corrupting influence on the island’s linguistic evolution, Mr Lloyd due to JP’s disruption of the peace he needs for his art – while both compete in different ways for the affection of the attractive Mairéad. Over time we understand more of both visitors drivers: Lloyd’s part-estranged wife is a successful modern art dealer and exhibitor who has derided his traditional painting as derivative – when James starts to show some artistic promise (to his chagrin pointing out issues in Lloyd’s painting) he both uses Lloyd’s ideas to improve his own art and proposes the idea of a joint exhibition of their work in London (with the rabbit hunting James – who is desperate to avoid his inevitable fate as a fisherman on the Island – to accompany him and start at art school). JP is the son of a French soldier and an Algerian mother his father met on active duty – and is conflicted by his own past with a preference for assimilation in France over retaining his mother’s colonised Arabic language. The first real strength of the book alongside the themes it examines is its use of interior monologue. Lloyd’s thoughts start fragmentary both reflecting his uncertainty around his status on the Island and his examination of everything he sees as a potential (and often actual) subject for his continuing sketching, but gaining in confidence over time as he starts to assimilate James’s advice and ideas. JP, initially confident of his welcome on the Island and in love with language, starts both fluent, wordy and heavily figurative – before over time moving into both a more academic and more suspicious register as the Islanders make it clear he is as guilty of appropriation as Lloyd. James’s voice is more formative and explorative – as he tries to absorb the interrelated possibilities both of art and of escape/a new identity. Mairéad’s is still haunted by the loss of her husband and her desire to make her own life choices within the duties and responsibilities placed on her by others, not least the Francis. The author is also particularly dexterous in switching from interior monologue immediately and seamlessly to dialogue or to another character’s interior - with the two streams blending seamlessly together. The second is the way that the main storyline – which can seem at first like a timeless fable, interacts with the other part of the book: a chilling and historically precise description of the circumstances leading to the death of the victims of the Northern Irish Troubles in 1979. At first this seems like an odd mix, then over time changes into a thematic counterpoint (as my comments imply) but by the end the two storylines gradually but impactfully bleeding into each other – with first the characters discussing what they hear on the radio of the atrocities but eventually them considering how the events impact on their own plans. Overall highly recommended – and a book which lingers in the mind and in which my review covers only a fraction of the ideas and involved (for example the extensive discussion of art) or the novels strengths (for example the brilliantly wry dialogue of the islanders to and about Lloyd and later JP). ...more |
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Now shortlisted for the 2022 Booker Prize. 3rd in my longlist rankings (and my top ranked book to make the shortlist) - my Bookstagram rating, ranking Now shortlisted for the 2022 Booker Prize. 3rd in my longlist rankings (and my top ranked book to make the shortlist) - my Bookstagram rating, ranking, summary review and Book themed Golden Retriever photo is here: https://www.instagram.com/p/ChKBUTts0... A gem of a novel and one which was just as good on a post Booker longlist re-read. It also thankfully acts as a counter example to two if the most pernicious trends in literary fiction: that quality is correlated to length and literary merit to being transgressive or misanthropic. It was also winner of the 2022 Orwell Prize for Political Fiction (from an incredibly strong shortlist) and 2022 Kerry Group Irish novel of the Year having previously been shortlisted for the Folio Prize - its length making is sadly too short for the Women's Prize. Hilary Mantel, Colm Toibin and Damon Galgut all picked in the New Statesman Book of 2021 feature. ORIGINAL PRE PUBLICATION REVIEW 9/21 A strong 2022 Prize contender. Was it possible to carry on along through all the years, the decades, through an entire life, without once being brave enough to go against what was there and yet call yourself a Christian, and face yourself in the mirror? Claire Keegan is an award winning short story writer, publisher of two short story collections. One of her most famous and lauded stories “Foster” was later expanded by her and published by Faber and Faber as a hugely acclaimed novella. This her fourth book is also best thought of as a novella – on winning the rights to publish it Faber I felt captured it beautifully as “an exquisite wintery parable” – and although I read this book at the end of August I think it would make an ideal Christmas gift or holiday reading – it almost has something of the nature of “A Christmas Carol”. The book is spread over less than 100 generously spaced pages – but I imagine for this author that is something of a wide canvass on which to paint, and she manages to capture brilliantly a man (his difficult past, his ostensibly happy present, but also his sense of disquiet and finally his decision to take a stand on a point of principle regardless of the cost), the difficult history of a nation and its infamous Magdalen Laundries and to make a timeless fable. And all of it rendered in pitch perfect prose. The book is set in Ireland in late 1985 – the third party protagonist is Bill Furlong who runs a successful coal and timber business. Bill was born to a single mother in 1946, who was taken in by the widow for who she had been working as a domestic. Bill was mercilessly teased at school for his status and lost his mother at 12, but had some stability from the widow and her farmhand who acted as something of foster parents to him – the widow then giving him some capital to start a coal and timber business. Now Bill is married and the father of five girls – the oldest two of which already attend the well-regarded local Catholic school. Bill at the time of the book is strangely disquieted at the poverty he sees around him (rather to the dismay of his wife who seems him as a soft touch) – but his crisis comes when he visits the local convent (which is also a laundry) only to be shocked by the mental and physical condition and predicament of some of the girls he sees there. The reassurances of the nuns and the warnings from both his wife and other women, firstly that the girls are undeserving and secondly not to take on the establishment power of the Catholic Church (not least due to the repercussions for his other three daughter’s chances of being accepted in the school) serve only to spur him on. Overall this is a beautiful book - and a perfect Christmas present. My thanks to Faber and Faber for an ARC via NetGalley ...more |
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I had the pleasure to put some questions to the author as part of the BBC Radio 4 Front Row Booker Book Group (the third year of three I have appeared
I had the pleasure to put some questions to the author as part of the BBC Radio 4 Front Row Booker Book Group (the third year of three I have appeared - previously with Salman Rushdie and Tsitsi Dangarembga) https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/p0b... -------------------------------------------------------------------- Re-read after its shortlisting for the 2021 Booker Prize - for which it is in my view the most literary book on the list. This is a philosophical novel yet one which is very readable if approached at an appropriately thoughtful manner and slow speed. It is one which places us deep in the mind of a third party character and which largely (and deliberately) eschews each of: a) Action - this is a novel of the interior not the exterior. The first section largely takes place on a coastal road walk, the second on a long and solitary train journey, the third on walk towards a cremation - but all really are located in the narrator's head; b) Classical Character Development - replaced instead by introspective reflection; c) Spoken Dialogue. The book is more interested in reflecting on conversations – in you might say their legacy – than in the immediate experience of them – which actually matches the book’s treatment of its core subject. The author has also effectively said that reported speech has greater fidelity anyway given he is often writing Tamil dialogue in English. It is one that could not be described as autobiographical - but one where it is clear that the author has projected many of his own ambiguities and obsessions onto his third party character as well as one as well as one where sometimes as a reader one feels that the author has (not entirely satisfactorily) rather bypassed his character to include his own research for the book directly. The author is a Sri Lankan Tamil who grew up in the capital Colombo, rather distant from the direct fighting in the Civil War. He wrote the book in the US while studying for a PhD in Philosophy at Colombia University. Interestingly given my comment about this being a philosophical novel he has argued that the Western study of Philosophy is rather abstracted and formal and divorced from an “introspective or essayistic” approach and instead he was more inspired by Robert Musil and “A Man Without Qualities” and the idea of using fiction to “place philosophical questioning and response in a kind of living, bodily situation.” He has said that he is “obsessed” with the Sri Lankan Civil War and particularly its legacy as the Tamil diaspora came to terms with the allegations of the government atrocities which led up to the defeat of the Tamil Tigers – and all his novels have addressed this in some way. This book, compared to his other writing, is both a more oblique treatment of the war itself which remains in the background, but also a more direct treatment of the war’s legacy both for those involved and for those, like the author and his narrator, whose involvement was after the event. He wondered brought him to this place so far removed from the world he knew, what forces had led him to leave the life he'd created for himself in India, to come to this place he'd never actually lived, this place that had hardly figured in his life growing up. He wondered what movements of fate had led to his seemingly accidental encounter with Rani in the hospital ward, to her arrival in their home just a few months later, to her unexpected death two days before and his attendance now at her cremation, unable to shake off the sense that his presence in this scene of desolation had been decided somewhere long before, that something inside him had been driving him toward it long be-fore the end of the war, something more than just guilt, some-thing like freedom, even if he could not say what exactly freedom was. The book’s third party character Krishnan is also a Sri Lankan Tamil – again with a family base in Colombo (where he lost his father to a bomb attack but is otherwise relatively unaware of the details of the conflict in the North): who also went abroad to study – in this case Political Science in Delhi. There the shock end to the war and the subsequent Channel 4 “Killing Fields in Sri Lanka” documentary (https://www.channel4.com/programmes/s...) opens his eyes and he becomes obsessed with researching and mentally recording the war. In Delhi he later met and fell in love with an Indian activist Anjum and is challenged by her devotion to women and labour cause activism – and when she makes it clear that she is focused on her causes more than him and signal the end of their relationship, he decides to quit his studies and return to Sri Lanka – working with a small NGO working in the North East with those affected by the war. Later he returns to Colombo with a better-funded, more desk-based overseas NGO, living with his mother and ageing Appamma (Grandmother). After the latter has a number of falls Krishnan arranges for someone he met in his work – Rani, a Northern based Tamil lady who traumatised by the loss of her two sons (one in combat, one killed by shrapnel), is undergoing electric-shock therapy – to be his grandmother’s carer. The book itself takes place over a couple of days: after a number of years of silence Krishnan receives an email from Anjum; on the same day he gets a call to say that Rani (who some time since returned to her family in the North) has died after an apparently accidental fall into a well. After a reflective walk, he decides to travel to the funeral to represent his family; and on the lengthy train journey and then at the funeral reflects on the events of his life. He couldn’t help thinking, as the train hurtled closer toward his destination, that he’d traversed not any physical distance that day but rather some vast psychic distance inside him, that he’d been advancing not from the island’s south to its north but from the south of his mind to its own distant northern reaches. The author has talked about the different ways of remembering the war – and his contribution being via his novels and this idea comes up also in the book People would remain who insisted on remembering, some of them activists, artists and archivists who’d consciously chosen to do so but most of them ordinary people who had not other choice … who, in the most basic sense, simply couldn’t accept a world without what’d they’d lost, people who’d lost the ability to participate in the present and were this compelled to live out the rest of their lives in their memories and imaginations, to build in their minds, like the temple constructed by Poosal, the monuments and memorials they could not build in the world outside. In this quote I would say that: Anjum is the activist (as are those, in a Tamil context, who take part in protests around the world); the author is the artist; Krishnan a mental archivist who tries to move towards activism; Rani the lost person without choice. And this quote also includes one of the most interesting and allegorical aspects of the novel – the Sri Tamil legend of Poosal (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pusalar) and the idea of building a “castle in the mind” – something that Krishnan realises he was doing himself with his post-documentary, pre-Anjum reaction to the end of the war and which much more poignantly he realises Rani is doing. This is a book of very deliberate juxtapositions of two concepts and then an examination of them together. These include: 1) The inexorable passage of time and the intensity of the present moment – this is key to the novel’s opening; 2) Desire and yearning – this is key to the novel as shown in its ending; 3) The past and the present ; 4) Absence and longing; 5) Activism and academia; 6) Action and introspection; 7) Agency and obsession; 8) Gaze and touch; 9) Sleep and Waking; 10) Travel and Exile. A repeating (and all the more notable for being slightly unusual even at time discordant) image is of not just vision and sight – the author has even said that “Visions” was a working title for the book – but also the physical elements of eyes themselves. It was only when looking at a horizon that one’s eyes could move past all the obstacles that limited one’s vision to the present situation, that one’s eyes could range without limit to other times and other places, and perhaps this was all that freedom was, nothing more than the ability of the ciliary muscles in each eye—the finely calibrated muscles that contracted when focusing on objects close by and relaxed when focusing on objects far away—nothing more than the ability of these muscles to loosen and relax at will, allowing the things that existed in the distance, far beyond the place one actually was, to seem somehow within reach. And this is most striking and shocking in the true story of the arrest, death sentence and then prison riot murder of the Tamil militant Kuttimani (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Selvara...) – his wish for his eyes and their eventual fate. We also have the glances shared between two Black Tigers in the documentary from which this excerpt is taken https://www.pbs.org/video/frontlinewo... - a documentary which forms a key juncture in the development of Anjum and Krishnan’s relationship There were I felt some false notes with the book. The book was I felt very much at its strongest and most original when looking at the Sri Lankan conflict, or discussing how Anjum’s activism challenges Krishan: when on more conventional matters – in particular the period when Krishan and Anjum have sex for the first time and then the early stages of their relationship, I felt the philosophising style felt rather cliched – like a Alain de Botton derivative. Some of the areas recounted are reproduced in detail which is simply unnatural such as Krishan’s tale of Kuttimani – supposedly remembered by Krishan while he smokes a cigarette on a train but runs to 12 or so pages, with exact dates and so on (although even then it misses a completely crucial detail that explains why the prison officials allegedly permitted and possibly even facilitated the riots – that his death sentence had been commuted to life imprisonment). The second section in particular is weakened by being dominated by these two elements - however the first and third sections were both I felt exceptional and overall this was a very welcome addition to the longlist which thoroughly deserved its shortlisting and would not be an undeserving winner. My thanks to Granta for an ARC via NetGalley ...more |
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Now shortlisted for the 2022 Orwell Prize for Political Fiction and 2022 RSL Encore Prize for Second Novels (having previously been shortlisted for th
Now shortlisted for the 2022 Orwell Prize for Political Fiction and 2022 RSL Encore Prize for Second Novels (having previously been shortlisted for the 2021 Costa Novel Prize and The whole complicated system of modernity which had held us up, away from the earth, was crumbling, and we were becoming again what we had used to be: cold, and frightened of the weather, and frightened of the dark. Somehow, while we had all been busy, while we had been doing those small things which added up to living, the future had slipped into the present – and, despite the fact that we had known that it would come, the overwhelming feeling, now that it was here, was of surprise, like waking up one morning to find that you had been young, and now, all at once, you weren’t. This book is one of the first published by Swift Press, a new independent publishing company launched in 2020 and part of the Independent Alliance. It is written by Jessie Greengrass, author of “Sight”, a book which received some mixed reviews but that was in my view very deservedly shortlisted for the 2018 Women’s Prize. That book was at heart a meditation on motherhood, with the narrator reflecting on her relationships with her mother, her psychoanalyst grandmother and her unborn daughter, but also featured a range of scientific and medical figures such as Wilhelm Röntgen, Sigmund Freud, John Hunter and Jan van Rymsdyk as well as recurring themes of stripping apart, examination, transitions, boundaries, and the difference and interaction between the superficial and deep. One of the many any quotes I highlighted in that book (my copy was a forest of post in notes) was one from the narrator’s grandmother: “Without reflection, without the capacity to trace our lives backwards and pick the patterns out, we become liable to act as animals do, minus foresight and according to a set of governing laws, which we have never taken the trouble to explore. Without reflection, we do little more than drift upon the surface of things and self-determination is an illusion.”. And I think that quote has some interesting follow up in this book – a book which is ostensibly very different in fact the author has said (in an inews interview) “I felt strongly that I couldn’t do the same thing again ……. I wanted to write more of a novelly novel.” which the article then goes on to say means “one with a strong plot and characters who bear no direct resemblance to their author.” And this book is effectively a Cli-Fi book, one which will I think be interesting for fans of Jenny Offil’s “Weather” while being very different in style from that to. The set up of the novel is clear from very early on – as this is a novel which starts at the near-end and then goes back in time to help us see how we arrived there. Francesca, is a famous environmental scientist and activist and one who identifies that the planet is much closer to a cataclysmic climatological tipping point than the vast majority of the developed world who inhabit a duality of climate change panic and everyday living. She didn’t have the habit that the rest of us were learning of having our minds in two places at once, of seeing two futures – that ordinary one of summer holidays and new school terms, of Christmases and birthdays and bank accounts in an endless, uneventful round, and the other one, the long and empty one we spoke about in hypotheticals, or didn’t speak about at all.. When she decides to have a child Rather, it was a kind of furious defiance that had led her to have a child, despite all she believed about the future – a kind of pact with the world that, having increased her stake in it, she should try to protect what she had found to love.. She decides to prepare in advance something of a sanctuary for him to flee to when the crisis strikes – a holiday home somewhere on the East Coast (I think possibly Suffolk) of England, in a holiday home on high ground in a remote ex-fishing now second-home tourist village. She equips the home with a barn stocked full of provisions, a water-driven electrical generator, vegetable garden, spare boat (despite being someway above the sea); she arranges for a local man Grandy (who acts as odd job man for all the local holiday homes before a cardiac incident) and his daughter Sal to move to the house as live-in caretakers; and shortly before she and her husband are killed in the aftermath of a storm hitting (I think) Miami she asks her husband’s daughter – Caro – who has become Pauly’s de-facto carer to take him to the house. The story is told in interspersed first party accounts by Caro, Sal and (to a lesser extent) Pauly – in in a rather languid and elegiac prose spaced out beautifully on the page This is a novel which is very much about loss and mourning but also about how we, as humans, are unable to process that loss until after it happens, even when we objectively should be able to see that it is coming. The village is just along the coast from a once thriving port town whose demise occurred both in a single event centuries before – a storm which washed away both the spit which protected its natural harbour and permanently moved the river mouth around which it was based – and then over many years as the town was subject to coastal erosion. I was very much reminded of two books I recently read - “Shifting Sands – The Rise and Fall of the Glaven Ports” by Godfrey Sayers, and of the fate of Dunwich captured in Sebald’s “Rings of Saturn”. I was also reminded of the various societies examined by Jared Diamond in his “Collapse” such as the Easter Island and the Greensland Norse. One of the most striking images in the book is of the fall of the last main building – the pub – with the locals having one last drink even as the pub was washed away around them. But those events and this one were local —it wasn’t the end of any world beyond this one. Neither the flood, nor the storm. A few square miles and a handful of people. The same things have happened everywhere, always. But isn’t every ending absolute to those who live through it?. And the book itself covers an ending which is worldwide – but which again people are unwilling to face up to until too late. I was reminded of many other examples: Imperial (the centuries leading to the Fall of Rome), Geopolitical (the World in the first 14 or so years of the 20th Century), Economical (the Roaring Twenties and later the Great Moderation). This theme of loss and of not acting until it is too late also cleverly is reflected in the many relationships in the book – for example between Sal and her Grandy, Caro and Pauly, relationships whole gradual change goes unnoticed until fate or another person forces realisation (for example it takes Francesca’s quizzing of Grandy on the history of the area for Sal to realise how far she drifted from Grandy and her home village while absorbed in University life). There are I think a few missteps. Although no natural historian – I was not sure the badger and even some of the bird adaptions to climate change quite made sense. The fate of the town seemed to me to rather mix up cliff edge collapse and gradual flooding. And the sections of Sal and Caro could for me only really be differentiated more in their content rather than in their first person voices. But overall I found this a quietly powerful novel by a brilliant author. —You think that you have time. And then, all at once, you don’t.. My thanks to Swift Press for an ARC via NetGalley ...more |
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Winner of my inaugural Golden Reviewer Book of The Year Award for 2021 The author was recently selected for the decennial Granta Best of Young British Winner of my inaugural Golden Reviewer Book of The Year Award for 2021 The author was recently selected for the decennial Granta Best of Young British Novelists list (2023 edition). ------------------------------------------------------------- I re-read this book just ahead of its publication and find myself in broad agreement with Ali Smith who said in the Guardian Books, and all the arts, naturally and endlessly inspire change because they free up the possibilities between reality and the imagination, and the possibilities for change in us. They never stop doing this. It’s one of the reasons the current powers that be are hellbent on controlling the arts, devaluing them, removing easy access to them and controlling history’s narratives. Last week I read a debut novel called Assembly by Natasha Brown. It’s a quiet, measured call to revolution. It’s about everything that has changed and still needs to change, socially, historically, politically, personally. It’s slim in the hand, but its impact is massive; it strikes me as the kind of book that sits on the faultline between a before and an after. I could use words like elegant and brilliantly judged and literary antecedents such as Katherine Mansfield/Toni Morrison/Claudia Rankine. But it’s simpler than that. I’m full of the hope, on reading it, that this is the kind of book that doesn’t just mark the moment things change, but also makes that change possible My review Generations of sacrifice; hard work and harder living. So much suffered, so much forfeited, so much–for this opportunity. For my life. And I’ve tried, tried living up to it. But after years of struggling, fighting against the current, I’m ready to slow my arms. Stop kicking. Breathe the water in. I’m exhausted. Perhaps it’s time to end this story. During 2020, during the early stages of the UK’s own attempt to come to terms with its colonial and slave trader past, and its on-going implications into the present as highlighted by the Black Lives Matter protests – there was a period where Bernardine Evaristo and Reni Eddo-Lodge became the first British Black authors to top the fiction and non-fiction charts respectively for “Girl Woman Other” and “Why I am No Longer Talking to White People about Race” respectively. This short but extremely powerful and superbly crafted book, to be released later in 2021, was for me in conversation with both those books and with the recently Orwell Prize longlisted non-fiction book “The Interest” by Michael Taylor (with its tale of the struggles of a well-connected group of establishment interest to first resist the abolition of slavery and then ensure copious compensation for agreeing to end its atrocities). Its unnamed narrator – a young Black British woman (who reminded me in many ways of Carole in “Girl, Woman, Other”) has successfully worked her way from her working class beginnings to a senior position in an investment bank, and is on the cusp of further promotion. Her white boyfriend (from an old-monied English establishment family, who secured their fortune from the slave-owner compensation) has invited her to attend a weekend gathering on his family estate – signaling, at least in his view, a further acceptance of her into his family. But all of this apparent progress has taken place against a constant background of prejudice, condescension, micro-aggressions in all aspects of her life – which she dissects and examines with scalpel like precision. And the narrator’s health issues give a further sense that this is a crisis/turning point in her life as she pauses to considers whether to continue on her life path – as set out in my opening quote and neatly captured in the book’s Ecclesiastes “chasing after the wind” epigraph. The book is very short and written in a fragmentary form with prose which has been powerfully distilled to a high level of proof - this was one of those books where I seemed to highlight paragraphs on every page. Issues that the narrator examines include: The myths of meritocracy and social mobility The astonishing arrogance of anti-affirmative action comments – and the almost incomprehensible persistent of the belief that minorities are somehow privileged, protected and over-promoted The insidiousness of ill-intentioned inclusivity campaigns when designed more to whitewash (pun intended) than to actually address deep-seated issues Political actions over the years. Her castigation of the path from slave-owner repatriations through Churchill via Enoch Powell to Theresa May’s “Go Home” Vans, Amber Rudd’s Windrush scandal to the inherent racism and hostility to others that underlay Brexit – will get lots of approving nods from the left-leaning literary community. But she also castigates positive Conservatives who see her as an example and frowning liberals who think she is not sufficiently focused on poverty and anti-capitalism (incidentally a poor review in the Guardian of the book is an almost perfect example of this). And her brilliant, unnamed demolition of the absurdity and hypocrisy of the under-achieving and over-privileged supposed leader of the woke pointing the finger at The City, and all who work in it, as being the root of all evil (even setting aside the implicit anti-Semitism of that criticism) will make for very uncomfortable reading for many. Let’s say: A boy grows up in a country manor. Attends a private preparatory school. Spends his weekends out in the barn with his father. Together they build a great, stone sundial. The boy, now a young man, achieves two E-grades at A-level, then travels to Jamaica to teach. His sun shadows cycle round and round and he himself winds up, up. Up until the boy, an old man now, is right up at the tippity-top of the political system. Buoyed by a wealth he’s never had to earn, never worked for. He’s never dealt in grubby compromise. And from this vantage, he points a finger –an old finger, the skin translucent, arm outstretched and wavering. He points it at you: The problem. Returning to my “conversation” opening, the author has said “I see it as almost one half of a conversation; people are going to read it and bring the other half” – and so for full disclosure my “other half” is sharing the author (and narrators and Evaristo’s Carole’s) working class via Oxbridge degree to City job background, but very much not the inherent institutional disadvantages that come in the City with being Black (and specifically Black not BAME) as compared to the privilege of being white. Overall an outstanding book – I was very disappointed to see this not make at least the Booker longlist and it is to the discredit of this year's judges. My thanks to from Penguin General UK, Vintage for an ARC via NetGalley I’ve watched with dispassionate curiosity as this continent hacks away at itself: confused, lost, sick with nostalgia for those imperialist glory days – when the them had been so clearly defined! It’s evident now, obvious in retrospect as the proof of root-two’s irrationality, that these world superpowers are neither infallible, nor superior. They’re nothing, not without a brutally enforced relativity. An organized, systematic brutality that their soft and sagging children can scarcely stomach – won’t even acknowledge. Yet cling to as truth. There was never any absolute, no decree from God. Just viscous, random chance. And then, compounding...more |
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