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For me the best story in the collection has now been shortlisted for the BBC short story award. The full collection was Shortlisted for the 2022 Repub For me the best story in the collection has now been shortlisted for the BBC short story award. The full collection was Shortlisted for the 2022 Republic of Consciousness Prize This is a debut collection of short stories although the author (a poet and writer) has already won the prestigious White Review Short Story Prize and a number of the stories have already been published there or in Granta (links presented below). The book reminded me of two books which were shortlisted for the 2018 Republic of Consciousness Prize – a year I was one of the judges and both collections whose inclusion on the shortlist I strongly championed; David Hayden’s “Darker with the Lights On” for what the author of that collection described as his technique of “defamiliarisation” to create a text which gains its resonance precisely by losing obvious reference points and Eley Williams “Attrib.” for her innovative use of typography, spacing and language. And interestingly the book is blurbed by Williams (who the author has specifically referenced as an inspiration) and was reviewed very strongly in The Guardian by Hayden (who is far more eloquent about the book than I can be here - https://www.theguardian.com/books/202...). Of Hayden’s own collection my 2017-18 review says “Many of the stories can at first read seem disorienting lacking an obvious and familiar anchor around which to base one's comprehension and on a first read I preferred the stories where I felt that I understood Hayden’s theme or concept for the story, although often even these stories veer off into a surreal ending.”. And so I was intrigued both to experience something of the same phenomenon here and to see in Hayden’s review of this book this comment: “The disruptive style works to convey the textures and deep resonances of harsh experience: to explore the necessity and difficulty of memory, and the challenges of knowing ourselves and others in the midst of life. At its best, this is prose that courses with energy, confident in its inventiveness. The risk in not relying on borrowed formulas and striking out into a world of new phrases is that the reader might lose their hold on sense and coherence, but Onwuemezi’s meanings are rooted firmly in her gifts of attention, rhythm, colour and shape.” One thing I particularly appreciated in this book was how the stories play with this very sense of moving away from conventional communication and phrases in order to get a real handle on what is happening. For example when in the striking titular opening story (see below) a character reverts, unusually, to a boring cliché of “Long time no see”, the other character immediately comments “Ah some words are in the right order”. In the strongest story “Green Afternoon” (again see below) the narrator trying to make sense of life (and in particular a death) ends up shuffling letters around “changing one letter at a time moved towards the wanted word. And talked out loud to help me through” I have added some other relevant quotes under each story. “Dark Neighbourhood” is set in a form of waiting room for a better life – the narrator, who runs a form of swap shop and sees her closest friend die (death and mourning are recurring themes) only realises at the end that her waiting for was only ever really self-sanctioned ‘Some kind of ridiculous,’ Stevi says, and looks around like casting judgement on all but unseen fragments of dust. Those statements, piped out at regular intervals, make nonsense for our ears, fatherly condescension. A kind of love, perhaps, perhaps that’s it, Stevi is here, grazed, looking rough and in love after all. ‘By the time those words reach my patch, they’ll be mixed up, and some words swapped out for other words. The statement will make another sense, or another nonsense by then,’ he says. “Cuba” (https://granta.com/cuba-vanessa-onwue...) and “Heartbreak at the Super 8” I found the weaker stories – I think due to their setting. I know the author’s interest in Afro-Cuban religions was key to her researches for the novel which may justify the first (a tale of hotel maids, unionisation and a lost baby) but the second seemed to American road-trip for my tastes. “The Growing State” had particular resonances for me – a successful businesman “The Winner” is seemingly dying in his office, contacted in turn by his third wife and her two predecessors, and his children – all critical of his concentration on business ahead of his family, with his interlocutor an office cleaner who is possibly there to clean up his body and soul. One paragraph in particular reminded me of my own conversations with my EA albeit I hope I achieve a slightly better work-life balance Ottessa runs through the week: ‘You don’t want to be disturbed, I know, but a reminder.’ She’s standing up, voice full and assertive. ‘Morning meeting tomorrow, 9 a.m., over at Tullow’s offices, good luck, I’ve emailed you the briefing notes, car booked for 8.40 car back to the office, let me know, car home car booked afternoon lunch pre-ordered then we have them coming in, I know, there was no other day table across the road booked for dinner, breakfast, I thought that you would be hungry, let me know, safe trip, your flight for Wednesday booked for 9 p.m. as you asked need your sign-off on those expenses at some point and those and those, lunch meeting with the lawyers when you’re back please let me know … good luck, safe trip, next time.’ “Bright Spaces” (https://www.thewhitereview.org/fictio...) was I thought a real highlight – a very moving story of woman (and her daughter) reflecting on the untimely death of her possibly mentally troubled brother I try to say something true. I don’t have the vocabulary to say it. ‘I am the way, the truth,’ we would say sitting in rows can you hear it? A clash of memories, the only truth I can get at. And to love each memory without falling apart, to love is the hardest thing. My voice rebounds. Memory slips and is split, I disappear inside and everything else is lost because my brother, the good man is dead. “Green Afternoon” was I thought the best book of the entire collection – a man witnesses finds a young man dying of a stab wound in his garden and enters a darker side of London in his quest to find out more about the man and what lead to his death (with some troubling implications for himself at the end) I photographed the site, on film, objects and edges blurry. But it wasn’t precision I was after, not the faint details of the ground, but the mood. “At the Heart of Things” (https://www.thewhitereview.org/fictio...) – the closing story and her White Review winner is ostensibly about a woman who trips on an escalator on her commute and recuperating at home enters an underwater land where she encounters her family including her estranged sister and late father. There was nothing to my fingers, no weight, no force on the pads of my feet, no cold draught wafting past the hairs of my skin, no sound, no sight. I couldn’t set my watch to nothing. I waited, couldn’t scream, unaware of mouth or lungs to do so not breathing, not dead, not alive. No fear. Not yet. Eyes wide open into dark and no sense. Unsayable. Overall an innovative and very promising collection – one which, like many of the best experimental literature causes the reader to re-examine our assumptions about language and life. ...more |
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Now shortlisted for the 2022 Goldsmith’s Prize. Previously shortlisted for the 2022 Jhalak and longlisted for the Desmond Elliott and Republic of Cons Now shortlisted for the 2022 Goldsmith’s Prize. Previously shortlisted for the 2022 Jhalak and longlisted for the Desmond Elliott and Republic of Consciousness Prizes This book is published by the UK small press And Other Stories under their hugely successful subscription model. The author Mona Arshi (a human rights lawyer for Liberty and an award winning poet) is best known to me for her spell as writer-in-residence at the nature reserve at the beautiful Cley Marshes in North Norfolk The imagery, words and sound recording of her poetry and the beauty of the salt marshes is best viewed here : https://www.mutiny.org.uk/shifting-li... This is her debut novel. The first 15 or so pages of the book are available here - https://www.andotherstories.org/wp-co... and this gives an excellent sense of the book. The book is narrated by Ruby, a British Indian girl and tells of her own troubled childhood (including when she stopped speaking), her mother (struggling with mental illness), her more voluble sister Rania and her retiring father – as well as a cast of visiting relatives, the families neighbours and Ruby and Rania’s schoolfriends. As can be seen from the excerpt the book has both a distinctive structure and writing style. What cannot be judged is the production of the book – the paperback has a beautifully vibrant cover of a garden (fitting for a book where the mother’s mental state is based around her gardening) and French flaps and this quality production seems to me to both match and enhance the beauty of much of the writing. The structure is a fragmentary one – a series of 60+ short sections from 1-8 pages, each vignette of the life of Ruby and her family, told in a chronological progression best described I think as part approximately linear (at least as its relates to certain sub-storylines) and part recursive (particularly when relating to key incidents in the family’s history – such as the mother’s first mental attack - or to recurring themes such as racism and misogyny). And the writing is (as might be expected) poetic in nature. The sections are told in first person with Ruby’s silence a key to the novel in allowing her to act as an observer of others, of society (racism, mental illness, family expectations, sexual assault, misogny all play a part in what at times is a disturbing novel), nature and even of herself in a reflective and descriptive prose. Overall a novel whose beauty of production and writing is matched only by its slowly emerging but powerful themes. ...more |
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[image] Longlisted for the 2022 Republic of Consciousness Prize and the real find of the longlist I plough I plough, the old man says, I plough acros[image] Longlisted for the 2022 Republic of Consciousness Prize and the real find of the longlist I plough I plough, the old man says, I plough across this stony earth. The sun does not set in a sunless sky and so it is to man himself to know what he has done and to know his soul. The ground cleaves before him. I plough I plough, he tells the clutch, he tells the gears. Pain rings through his shoulders, looking behind him as he must, a glinting current, an internal melody. He breathes in dust and vibrates in his seat. When they break him in two they’ll find he has no bones, no blood. That he is a dust-packed shell, hardened and hollow. The soil turns behind him. I plough I plough, he tells the grease gun in the corner. To the end of the field. He bounces in the seat. Is shook, jostles. The vulgar ground. If all ground was honey it would not ache so to plough it. Honey, he yells at the dashboard. He raises the front mouldboard and lowers it again setting it back to task, to peeling away the skin of the world to reveal the scowling bones beneath. He strips the field of the fallow grass one furrow at a time. Each pass leaves four rows of heaped resolve, compass straight, the next pass four more. The field a letter to the world. He knows the violence of the land of the heaving tractor because he knows the violence inside himself. Him shaking in the seat, body turned to nothing is him tussling with the open field before him and being numbed and being lifted. Lifted up, above the seat, above the valley plane, so that he is a man between land and sky, belonging to neither, a transition, a flicker of an image of a man. I plough I plough, the old man says. The books is published by époque press, a new-ish UK small press whose aim to seek “out new voices, authors who are producing high-quality literary fiction and who are looking for a publisher to help them realise their ambitions.”. Impressively they have, via their author Lynn Buckle won the 2021 Barbellion Prize for “What Willow Says” which the prize called a “powerful story of change and acceptance, as a deaf child and her grandmother experiment with the lyrical beauty of sign language through their love of trees, set to a backdrop of myths, legends, and ancient bogs.” And I think this book – a very high quality literary tale of smallholding farming in Ireland – both has much in common with “What Willow Says” (an older person and a child, a powerful story of change albeit with little acceptance, a background of myths and plenty of bogs) while also in its publication fitting firmly into their aims as the author has commented “It was a bit tricky getting it published, because the larger publishers are concerned about marketability, as are agents. They thought it was too non-conventional in style. It’s not an easily digestible story of “down-on-the-farm” or anything. And I think some of the more literary circles were a bit wary of all the intimate farming details.” And as well as being a tribute to époque who did give the book great support and bring it to market that quote explains much of what makes this book unique (despite some strong resemblances to both the 2020 International Booker winner – “Discomfort of Evening” and much more so to the 2020 Republic of Consciousness winner “Animalia”). It is a book which is simultaneously: A serious, well-informed and partly didactic exploration of the plight of family agriculture in Ireland and the struggles of small farmers and small towns to hold out against the tide of the seeming imperative for expansion into larger argi-industrial concerns (together with the pressures of animal welfare authorities, government agencies and banks); And a novel of the highest literary quality – written in an episodic style in a deliberately fragmentary and intense present tense, with a palpable sense of the countryside and weather and one where the boundaries between land and sky are as porous as those between earth and bog, the present and the past and the tangible and the fantastical. The set up of the novel is a small town in Ireland – where an ageing farmer (normally known as the Old Man but identified through others as Íosac Mulgannon) stubbornly maintains his smallholding (a small flock of cows, peat digging, field ploughing) while also taking care of a small child whose links to him are less than clear. The child is a mute and somewhat brooding presence at Íosac’s side, spends most of the novel wearing a cow skull which Íosac places on his head in a prelude to the novel, and is seen by the other inhabitants as potentially cursed. Íosac is a strong willed character, never without his hurl (hurling stick) in his hands (something which has explicit links to Gaelic mythology that he shares with the child), albeit struggling with his age health, his sanity and the pressures of officialdom. Around Íosac and wearily interacting with him are the local town dwellers – in particular a foul mouthed Priest, the neighbouring farmer and a group of drinkers at the town’s pub (some of who are ex-farmers) – his relationship with them is difficult albeit when outside forces threaten them all (in particular a group of thieves who over time steal from the church, the instruments from the pub and the local Gaelic Football goalposts; and later a ferocious storm) they pull together in a limited sense. And in the book through some 60+ beautifully presented short chapters (typically 1-3 pages) we follow the rhythm of Íosac's life on the farm - from milking to slurry spreading to peat digging. The book is literally down to earth but also highly symbolic – the thieves effectively targetting what holds the community together the storm coming from the East (which of course makes almost no metrological sense but signifies Dublin). Overall this is an unconventional and wonderfully crafted novel. If I had a criticism it is that the book can feel a little repetitive if read conventionally (i.e. on its own and cover to cover) and in fact the very episodic nature of the writing is I think best suited to more of a sampling approach – perhaps reading the book If I did not perhaps read the book in either the ideal or intended fashion – I did I think read it in the ideal location. Appropriately for a book which has repeated references to cows, with one cow (both when alive and dead) a main side character and with one of the two main characters (a young boy) wearing a cow skull for almost the entire novel – I read it in a barn which for many decades was used by the local farm for registering cows and with a small group of cows housed around 20 metres from my front gate (see opening picture to my review). Highly recommended. 4.5 stars. Child, listen to me now, he says. We are the Mulgannons. We stand on what is ours. Let it tear itself from our feet before men take it from us. We do not move. We do not yield. O’Grady paces back and forth, his fingers spread over his face, whispering oh, and when he changes direction he starts to curse and then stops and says, oh, oh. He takes a step towards the old man and then throws up his arms and starts pacing again. It’s the milking and the feeding and the fieldwork, the old man knows. The throb of the milkers, in the pipes. In the shed. And the milk falling to the tank. The scrape of the fork against the bunks and the long draw of water a cow takes in gulps. His feet colliding against the inside of his wellies. The wild swing of a calf’s tail when it’s on the teat. And the ache of it all, of all of it. It’s the rhythms of these things that fill him, the move of it in his bones, that drown himself inside his skin. He has worn himself into everything here. How is it that he must give up that which is his? That which is the all of him....more |
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Shortlisted for the 2022 Republic of Consciousness Prize The book is published by the UK Fum d’Estampa Press, founded in 2019 with the aim to bring “aw Shortlisted for the 2022 Republic of Consciousness Prize The book is published by the UK Fum d’Estampa Press, founded in 2019 with the aim to bring “award-winning Catalan language poetry, fiction and essays to English translation” The author is the late Montserrat Roig – 1946 to 1991 -(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Montser...) was an award winning writer (of novels and short stories) and journalist, feminist, Catalanist and left-wing activist (particularly in the Franco era). This collection of short stories dates from the very end of her career - published in Catalan in 1989 when she had (from what I can find in her researches) moved to a more literary, reflective and lyrical style in her fiction without losing (but perhaps no longer dominated by) her activist themes. The collection has been translated by Tiago Miller – a London born and raised translator now living in Lleida. The collection for me fits into two very distinctive parts – six really quite short stories and two lengthier stories and I must admit my strong preference (and for me the real literary merit of the collection) lies in the longer stories. “The Song of Youth” (the first story, which gives the book its title ) is about an elderly woman in a hospital ward where many of the other patients are dying of old age, and reflecting on a love affair in her youth. “Love and Ashes” is a rather quirky story about a poor married couple who save up for a safari – the husband’s obsession with Giraffe’s being literally his downfall but liberating his wife (the story can be read here https://static1.squarespace.com/stati...). “Free From War and Wave” is a tale heavy in literary references about a son of a tavern-owner and man-entertainer who later is caught up in the Civil War. “Division” is about a married couple visited by a flirtatious senator (who can advance the husband’s interest) and his wife. “I Don’t Understand Salmon” is a story about Republicans reminiscing (returning metaphorically to their spawning grounds) many year after their Civil War defeat. “The Chosen Apple” is about a woman who marries to the disapprocal of her mother in law. All of these are enjoyable and contain some interesting elements and also build a theme of female independence, particularly later in life – a theme I can also see could be allegorical for post-Franco Catalonia. None however are for me either particularly successful, memorable or innovative as short stories – I wonder also if a temporal as well as linguistic/cultural distance has impeded my full appreciation. Since the publication of Anna Karenina, or perhaps even before, it has become customary for humanity to believe that happy people have no stories to tell, something I now know to be false, for if there are any stories really worth recounting, it’s those of people who have known happiness. And that is exactly what I was next to Mar: a happy person. Those moments, despite their stillness, are far from dead: they are silent when I want, voluble when I choose, rising up in me as seemingly profitless fragments of memory united by pain or converging in joy to challenge my belief that the youth I’d regained thanks to Mar, was lost forever. “Mar” (at some 30 pages) is the highlight of the book, a much more involved and memorable tale by a female narrator looking back on an intense, almost obsessive, life defining and societal convention-defying relationship with another woman – Mar – who suffered a catastrophic (and possibly non-accidental) car accident in her jeep-style vehicle two years before the narration. The narrator’s fierce but one might say theoretical feminism is challenged by Mar’s determination for independence on her own, unconventional terms. Subordinate clauses always sound good at night. But in narrative terms, the kaleidoscope and its harmonised images shattering just as they take shape is far more alluring. In the daytime, subordinate clauses shatter all by themselves. In the daytime, the world demands simple sentences, subject-verb-object, full stop, new paragraph, while adjectives are to be austere, precise and to efficiently complement the verb. As the terse prose of day takes over, nocturnal rhetoric begins to feel inhibited and awkward. At night, anyone who dreams can be a poet but during the day only a few are writers who write. Prose, then, admits no excuses: this is not about an old man not yet tired enough to die but a bad literature teacher spying on schoolgirls as they get undressed. The precise adjective is ‘ridiculous’. “Before I Deserve Oblivion” is the other longer story (at some 40 pages) – it begins with a rather clumsy metafictional conceit of a narrator sent at third hand a largely “autobiographical” and “ponderous” text, by a near-retired Spanish literature high school teacher seeking to justify (albeit in a way he admits lacks coherency) his discovery as a voyeur on his female pupils, with the vast majority of the story the actual text. The Spanish teacher was for many years a censor and his censorship increasingly moved away from the political as desired by the authorities to a more personal obsession with removing sexual imagery. Roig is at pains to set up the story in advance (as my comments imply) as self-consciously ponderous, incoherent and rambling – but once that is accepted there are fascinating ruminations in the text on both what it means to write, what it means to read and what it means to censor as well as how all interact with life and ageing. Overall a worthwhile if uneven read – perhaps best approached as an insight into a literature (Catalan) which is, I suspect, almost entirely unknown to English readers. ...more |
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Longlisted for the 2022 International Booker Prize as well as the 2022 Republic of Consciousness Prize. This is the English language translation (by S Longlisted for the 2022 International Booker Prize as well as the 2022 Republic of Consciousness Prize. This is the English language translation (by Sherilyn Nicolette Hellberg) of a multi award winning Danish short-story collection written by Jonas Eika, a politically provocative wunderkind in Nordic literature. It was simultaneously published by Riverhead (part of the might Penguin Random House) in the US and by Lolli Editions (very much a small press) in the UK. Lolli (who achieved an early success with the 2021 International Booker shortlisting of Olga Ravn’s “The Employees” aim to “publish contemporary fiction that challenges existing ideas and breathes new life into the novel form by [introducing] …. to English-language readers some of the most innovative writers that speak to our shared culture in new and compelling ways, from Europe and beyond” – and this book seems to fit their core aim perfectly. The book is actually a collection of four comparatively lengthy short stories (well five in the index but one is split over two parts making it more of a novella). In outline these are: Alvin: very much the highlight of the book and published as a short story in the prestigious New Yorker - a part surreal, part parody but very distinctive and powerful exploration of the amorality and gamification of commodity trading and the indestructibly of banks even after they have seemingly destroyed both themselves and wreaked havoc on society Me, Rory and Aurora: the second best of the stories set in run-down London and featuring a previously homeless girl Casey who has added herself in a threesome relationship with Rory and Aurora who live in a run-down flat and survive on soup that Rory makes from stolen ingredients (and often serves to other homeless people he invites back) and on money Aurora makes from selling recreational drugs to recovering addicts at a rather bizarre church and rehab centre in Stratford – the book taking a rather ridiculous turn at the end. Bad Mexican Dog: the two part story, each part of which has two strands – the story starts promisingly as a tale of beach boys serving wealthy tourists on a Cancun beach interleaved with tales of a blackmail scam that is played on some of the tourists; however it quickly veers off into (and largely remains in) rather naïve attempts at transgressive provocation with rather absurd scenes involving jellyfish, shells and parasol shafts. Rachel, Nevada: a tale which I think started with the interesting idea to write a story set in the UFOlogists favourite Area 51 and to mix the idea of aliens with that of alienation from society but which I think ends up largely incomprehensible as I am not sure that the author really ever worked out where he was trying to end his story once he started it. In some cases I am not really sure the author knew how he intended to end individual paragraphs or sentences once he started them. Much of this stylistic issue is I had is I think both a deliberate artistic choice and one which is very much integrated with the author’s wider purpose of addressing marginalisation directly, in an interview he said “Because of a strong, minimalist tradition here in Scandinavia, writing short stories comes with the expectation of a certain kind of moderation, which I wanted to go against. I wanted each story to contain many different genres, temperaments, digressions, and perspectives, and to sometimes push the periphery into the center, for example by suddenly focusing on a minor character or a side story. It was also about insisting—narratively and at the sentence level—of a potential for transformation in the midst of very bleak and oppressive circumstances” Some of the writing reminded me a little of Murakami in the way in which the author aims to make the ostensibly bizarre, surreal or dream like parts of the story a real and valid to the protagonists as the more familiar elements. I think Murakami succeeds much better in bringing the reader into that sense of equality between apparent fantasy recognised reality and also avoids the need for deliberate but aimless transgressive writing – having said that Eika’s writing at its best is much better at examining and confronting real power dynamics and exclusion in society. There is something which is at the same time both admirably provocative but also predictably familiar about Eika’s politics - seen in his acceptance speech for the prestigious Nordic Literature Prize in 2019 (see here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K6kCj...) and I think also mirrored in much of his writing here (perhaps dare I say even in the green dyed hair he wore in several interviews about this book). His targets (banks and particularly financial traders, the excesses of capitalism and free market economies, rich tourists distorting other countries’s economists, western societies in general, anti-immigration politicians) are both necessary and yet rather easy. At times I was reminded of a Danish Owen Jones and at others of a more immigration/inequality focused Greta Thunberg (the extent to which you regard those as compliments or criticisms or somewhere between I will leave as an exercise for the reader). I was also not sure at all how I felt about his right to appropriate the stories of others. For example ultimately his story set in London perpetuates many harmful stereotypes of impoverished and homeless people as well as those that aim to assist them – and I have my doubts if the author really knows any of the homeless in England or has spent time with them or with those who try to help them via drop in centres and shelters. I am in two minds about the book – the author is clearly one to follow and whose transgressive provocation here will interest many readers, the UK publisher is an admirable one also, so for some readers spending the £12.99 to buy the book from the publisher will be a good investment. I think for many though in the UK a much wiser course would be to read the New Yorker version of Alvin (https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/20...) and for the next month buy a copy each week of The Big Issue – the engagement with the societal issues ,the representation of the voices of the homeless and dare I say the writing is generally of much better standard. ...more |
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Longlisted for the 2022 Republic of Consciousness Prize I will tell you the story from the beginning. Not from its beginning but from its roots, forLonglisted for the 2022 Republic of Consciousness Prize I will tell you the story from the beginning. Not from its beginning but from its roots, for pain and stories are like trees. They have roots that nourish and sustain them, granting them the power to endure and to last. In June 2021, the British Council published an article by a translator from Arabic who together with eight of his peers recommended a list of 10 Arabic titles (the majority novels) which should be translated into English (https://literature.britishcouncil.org...). One of the list was recommended by a US diplomat Christiaan James (https://www.state.gov/biographies/chr...) who recommended “Five Days Untold” by the Yemeni author Badr Ahmad and who it seems then followed through on his views by working with a new to English language publication UK small press – Dar Arab (so new that their website is still under construction, albeit they have published their first set of four books) – to translate and publish the novel. Five Days Untold was described in the British Council article as bringing “into sharp focus the horrors and senselessness of war while offering a dark meditation on how the past, both collective and individual, impacts the present” and painting “an unflinching portrait of war on a micro level and weaves together themes related to fate, agency, and the sustaining power of family bonds.” The book is set on New Year’s Eve 2012 and then the eponymous first five days of 2013 in and around a small town in an unnamed country at Civil War. The country is I think heavily based on Yemen although not named and the briefly outlined colonial history of the country (literally an Arabic Banana Republic) and the origins of the Civil War (with the “War of the Fingers”, and the “Al-Kook” dispora) are (I think) fictional, albeit the Civil War which started in 2013 seems much closer to the Yemeni one. The book’s main character is Ziad Al-Niqash – a third generation craftsman (a plasterwork sculptor and carver). He lives with his father (now sunken into a form of silence), mother (now by ncessaity the family matriarch) and three younger sisters – but at the book’s opening is, together with the remaining young men in the town, handed a notice by Naji Awad (a violent and corrupt officer of the local Political Guidance Committee) ordering him to report for immediate conscription to the government army (any previous exemptions from conscription being invalidated due to the manpower crisis the army is suffering). The book alternates between three sets of chapters: one telling in first person the story of Ziad and the horrors he suffers after his conscription; the second - still effectively told in Zaid's voice - the story of Zaid’s family (strictly his father’s family) and which concentrates on the equal horrors suffered both by the town at the hand of armed forces and by Zaid’s family and the hands of Naji Awad; the third the equally unflinching close third party story of Naji Awad himself (as we understand a little too of how his own past leads to his terrible actions). This book is a difficult and at times very harrowing read. It is one perhaps I think more distinguished by (and worthy for) the power of the story it tells and its links with what remains one of the worlds most intractable wars (the now 7+ years Yemen Civil War and its associated humanitarian crises – currently one of the worst in the World: https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-midd...) than on literary experimentation (as the writing is relatively straightforward albeit I think this is a correct choice reflecting the thoughts of the narrators). It is ultimate a tale of people in the midst of the suffering of an impoverished country and society ripped asunder by the almost unfeasibly awful violence of a capricious civil war (and the associated arbitrary exercise of corrupt power) – and how through this one family tries to retain some agency in its struggle to survive. It is also a tale (as my opening quote implies) of how the past nourishes and sustains the present, both in positive ways (family histories and bonds and how they aid the ability of present generations to hold together in the face of seemingly insurmountable obstacles) but also negatively (in particular how historical divisions, even ones that are believed by many to be quasi-mythological, can cause the horrors of war in the present). Recommended ...more |
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In 2020 I was pi Please know that you don’t have to feel guilty for who you’re note. Be proud of who you actually are, because that’s what matters. In 2020 I was picked as a judge for the Guardian Not The Booker Prize – the judges role to be to pick from among a shortlist chosen by public votes (with the public vote also counting heavily towards the final decision) As written up by Galley Beggar’s Sam Jordison in his write up here https://www.theguardian.com/books/202..., I made a very strong case for Underdogs: Tooth And Nail and the unique way it provides voice (not to mention adventure and excitement) for neurodiverse characters. – see from 3:30 to 6:15 here (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h3XQ5...) In my strong case I explained that this was the second book in a series and that the third book was at the time being crowdfunded – and this book is that third book which I helped support via Unbound My review of the first two books are here https://www.goodreads.com/review/show... https://www.goodreads.com/review/show... The book is very much in the same simple, dystopian, young adult adventure story style as the first two, and like those gains its uniqueness and literary value from the neuro-diverse teenagers who form the majority of the ever dwindling (at the book’s start only 10) group the Underdogs. The Underdogs are the remaining resistance to the plans of Nicholas Grant, who has already succeeded in enslaving almost the entire population of the UK via a vast army of killer drones and who now has wider plans for the rest of the world. In this novel – which if anything is even more violent than its predecessors – both the Underdogs and Grant’s organisation suffer significant loss and damage, as the Underdogs seek to foil Grant’s next atrocity while Grant’s boy assassin and Underdog’s nemesis Oliver Roth sets out to discover and destroy their secret base. We also get the first glimpse of the limited attempts of the wider world to oppose Grant as well as gaining an insight into the truth behind Grant’s daughter turned Underdog Shannon. One of the keys to the first two novels is the sensitive but also positive way in which it explores how each of the neurodiverse teenagers is hindered by their condition (not least with the additional stress of their predicament) but also assisted by their unique world views and by their own individual identity which is so much more than the label the pre-crisis world placed on them. In this episode I think we see a number of the group finding in turn that their condition and even the label they were given is more of a burden on them as the stress of their situation – including their (largely unavoidable) failures or compromised decisions weights heavily on them. Increasingly as a result we see each of the group needing to support and affirm the others. Overall an excellent addition to an important series of books – with the fourth and final book now in crowdfunding. https://unbound.com/books/underdogs-u... ...more |
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Published in the UK htoday 3-3-22 This book is a future dystopian novel (albeit set in almost the immediate present and not requiring much of a leap of Published in the UK htoday 3-3-22 This book is a future dystopian novel (albeit set in almost the immediate present and not requiring much of a leap of imagination or significant extrapolation from current societal practices) about the rights of parents (particularly mothers) to raise their own children versus the rights of society to teach and effectively impose minimum and agreed standards of parenting for the protection of the children and of their role in society in future. The close third party protagonist is Frida Liu – an American daughter of two Chinese immigrant parents, thirty nine years old, mother of a young toddler Harriet, she lives in Philadelphia and works at Wharton Business School producing a faculty search digest for the business community. Shortly after Harriet’s birth her husband Gust left her for a younger nutritionist and Pilates teacher (and fan of all things new agey) Susanna. The book opens with the police calling Frida to say that they have Harriet – after a frazzled and sleep-exhausted Frida leaves her alone for around two hours while she picks up some papers from work. Harriet is given to Gust and Susanna (who remain broadly supportive of Frida) for temporary custody. After detailed and intrusive investigations and surveillance by the social services and police, at a court hearing Frida is given the option (if she ever wants to have custody of Harriet again) to take part in a pioneering residential rehabilitation 1 year course at a newly opened instruction and training facility for bad mothers. The majority of the book takes place in the camp which is closer to a correctional facility, with mothers (there is a separate and less draconian facility for fathers) given almost no contact with their children and forced to comply with the camp’s rules if they want any chance of post course contact. The main futuristic element of the book is that each mother (the mothers are grouped by the age and sex of their children) given an advanced animatronic doll on which to practice their good-mothering skills, alongside counselling and assessments on their previous inadequacies as a mother. The parental infractions the mothers have committed are broadly in the areas of neglect, abandonment and mild physical or verbal abuse. One interesting element of the novel is that as a reader we see the facility and situation through Frida’s eyes while I suspect most readers are likely to judge Frida’s actions with Harriet as unacceptable even if they were a one-off lapse. Asked about this the author has said I wanted to write about a woman who is complicated and flawed. Frida is a Chinese-American mom, her husband has left her, she’s angry and selfish. The question about whether Frida should be more sympathetic was raised. I mean, I could have had her leave her kid in the back seat for 30 seconds, a total accident that was much more benign. But that’s too easy; I wanted the story to exist in a more morally ambiguous place. I wanted her to wrestle with guilt for really making a bad mistake The book was initially inspired by a New Yorker article by Rachel Aviv about a IRL mother who had her parental rights terminated and fought against what seemed a stacked system for years https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/20... The author is a short story writer and this is her debut novel. She mentions a key inspiration being Diane Cook and in particular a short story in Cook’s collection “Man V. Nature”. Diane Cook was of course Booker shortlisted for her own dystopian debut novel “The New Wilderness” – in my view a poor novel and one which showed her inability to succesfully translate her short story skills (“Man V. Nature” was excellent) to the longer format. Chan is I think more successful here although I did feel that the time in the camp was perhaps a little too long – there are occasional excursions into humour but these are a little too infrequent. I think one of the aims here was to convey quite how far Frida becomes from her original life and how her doll (who she calls Emmanuelle) and the machinations of the camp increasingly become her life – but I did find my interest flagging and felt that the time in the camp needed perhaps more of a progression as opposed to what seemed to be a cycle through the training in and simulation of different aspects of “optimal” parenting, not all of which needed to be described in anything like the level of detail that they were. Overall though this is a thought provoking novel including in its examination of how racial and cultural intersectionality impacts on the idea of societal attribution of correct parenting. My thanks to Random House UK for an ARC via NetGalley ...more |
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| Time to clamp his defences back down before the flotsam and jetsam of his own life is washed up by the tidal wave of Aberfan’s grief; his father’s Time to clamp his defences back down before the flotsam and jetsam of his own life is washed up by the tidal wave of Aberfan’s grief; his father’s death, the abrupt end to his chorister days, the rift with his mother, with Martin. And now, Gloria. The cold hardens around him and the weight of the white sky seems to push down on the hillside. He can tell by the rise and fall of their voices that the villagers are singing ‘Jesu, Lover of My Soul’ This book featured in the 2022 version of the influential annual Observer Best Debut Novelist feature (past years have included Natasha Brown, Caleb Azumah Nelson, Douglas Stuart, Sally Rooney and Gail Honeyman among many others) and was also picked out by the New Statesman (and others) as one of the most anticipated debuts of 2022. I would not be surprised to see it in a number of prize lists this year – particularly perhaps the Costa, as it is a memorable, emotionally impactful as well as ultimately uplifting read. I’m damned if I’m going to look for songs that aren’t about love and life and loss and pain and joy. This is being human. The author gave an excellent introduction to and summary of the book in an interview with Lucy Cavendish College, Cambridge where she is creative writing supervisor (having previously done an MA at the UEA in 2000 – in WG Sebald’s last year). A Terrible Kindness was inspired by conversations I had with two embalmers, by then in their 70’s, who as young men had gone in 1966 as volunteers to the Aberfan disaster, when a mining waste tip, loosened by rain had careered down the Welsh mountainside and onto a small village primary school. The author’s interest in undertakers first came from her childhood where she lives in a crematorium (her father was a supervisor) and learnt to admire their respectful professionalism. I think anyone above a certain ages in the UK will be familiar with Aberfan, as it was a disaster that was and still remains seared on the national conscience due to both the huge loss of life – including 116 young children and 28 adults – and the aftermath – in particular the refusal of the National Coal Board to accept their clear corporate culpability. For those familiar or unfamiliar – this documentary I found extremely moving, very well made and also very pertinent to the novel. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZR4Vr... And this article by the author some six years ago gives an excellent introduction to the author’s research and her views that the embalmers were unsung heroes of the aftermath https://www.newstatesman.com/politics... I would also recommend this recording of Allegri’s Miserere which is crucial to the plot of the book as well as its themes – listen in particular to the tenor solo at for example 1:30 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=piPiV... Miserere mei, Deus: secundum magnam misericordiam tuam. The book is also I think about characters (in particular William and his mother) that try to simplify difficult and complex issues into their life into a single point of focus and resentment, and adopt a policy of avoidance as well as blame rather than forgiveness (of themselves and others). For William’s mother – after the early death of her beloved embalmer husband – she focuses her mourning on hostility to her husband’s identical twin brother Robert and his partner (in both business and life) Howard, openly resenting the way in which Robert reminds her of her husband, how Robert and Howard seem to her to flaunt their togetherness in contrast to her own solitude and most of all the close relationship with William which excludes her (and seems to have taken over from a similarly close bond between them and her husband) and which she fears might suck William into the family business (something which becomes a greater issue for her after his nascent musical abilities are uncovered). For William his resentment is focused on his mother due to a traumatic event which occurred in the College Chapel culmination of his Cantabrigian choral career – a solo performance of Miserere. What exactly happens is only revealed towards the book’s end, but it leads to William breaking all ties with his mother to the despair even of those more directly impacted by the incident (William’s Uncle Robert and William's closest Cambridge friend Martin). As an aside I initially felt this was an authorial misstep to withold the information about what happened in the incident from the reader when it is known to all of the book’s characters even those not there like William’s later wife Gloria (the daughter of another undertaking/embalming dynasty) – but I think this is so that we can first of all understand its consequences and judge for ourselves if it fits the incident (which while not doubt hugely mortifying should not have lead to a lifetime of damage). William also has a horror of having children – which he ascribes to his experiences at Aberfan which leads to an eventual breach with Gloria – at around the point he rediscovers the friendship of Martin. In the final third of the book a series of set piece scenes and important conversations cause William to come to terms with the hurt in his life, his anger and guilt and to start to forgive himself and others and seek to repair and heal his various broken relationships. Some of the scenes either slightly strain credibility or seem to involve perhaps rather too much coincidence but there is no doubt that they are powerful in their impact and in their message: there is a particularly clever scene I felt when Robert uses the recording of Miserere to convey his understanding of the hurt he has caused to his mother as well as I think starting to understand the need to forgive; and later a very powerful one in Aberfan when he realises that he does not have to stay trapped in his memories. What if he’d chosen differently? What if all that had happened could have made him a bigger person? If each disaster had been a crossroads at which he could have taken a better path? It’s too painful to dwell on. Finally note that the book has something rather coincidentally in common with another of the Observer Top 10 Debut Novelists feature – “Trespasses” by Louise Kennedy also features a main character with the surname Lavery (who also lost their father, has a very difficult relationship with their mother and who ends up working in the family business). And to add another coincidence I spent four years at Cambridge – as a mathematician not a chorister (!) – and spent the fourth year living in the old superintendent’s lodge in a cemetery. My thanks to Faber and Faber for an ARC via NetGalley ...more |
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Now winner of the British Book Awards (the “Nibbies”) for Best Debut Fiction. Also shortlisted for the 2023 Women’s Prize (for which I re-read the boo Now winner of the British Book Awards (the “Nibbies”) for Best Debut Fiction. Also shortlisted for the 2023 Women’s Prize (for which I re-read the book, which was equally strong on a re-read). 6/16 in my longlist rankings. My Bookstagram brief review and GR/book themed photo here: https://instagram.com/p/CrSpNp5rc3U/ Winner of the 2022 A Post Irish Book Awards Novel of The Year and the John McGahern prize for debut fiction by Irish writers. This book featured in the 2022 version of the influential annual Observer Best 10 Debut Novelist feature (past years have included Natasha Brown, Caleb Azumah Nelson, Douglas Stuart, Sally Rooney and Gail Honeyman among many others) and was also picked out by the New Statesman (and others) as one of the most anticipated debuts of 2022. This is a tough read – both in style and subject matter. Interestingly it is one with strong links to the difficult subject matters covered by two recent Booker winners (Anna Burns and Douglas Stuart), but at least for me without the more redemptive elements of their writing (Anna Burns brilliantly inventive narrative style and slightly surreal humour, and Douglas Stuart’s ability to weave empathy and hope into the darkest tales) – so that this is a grittier and more uncompromising novel. The book is set in Northern Ireland in 1975 (with a brief but effective prologue and epilogue some 40 year later). The main protagonist Cushla Lavery is in her mid-20s and lives with her widowed and alcoholic mother in a small town near Belfast, both of them working part time in the nearby family pub run largely now by Cushla’s brother Eamonn. The Lavery’s are a lower middle-class Catholic family in a town which is largely Protestant (as is the clientele of their pub) but where sectarian tensions are lower than in Belfast. Cushla teaches 7 year olds at a local Catholic school – each day with her class starting with them reporting to her (at her headmaster’s suggestion) what they have heard on the news – a catalogue of bombings, shootings and beatings which works as an effective introduction to many chapters. There she finds herself drawn to a quiet boy Davy. Davy is from a poor family, the marks of his poverty and his background (out of work Catholic father and uncoverted Protestant mother – the children bought up as Catholics but living on a Protestant estate) making him something of an outcast. At the school Cushla tries to protect the children from the attempts of the local Priest to instill in them a sense of Original Sin, Damnation and of Protestant persecution. When Davy’s father is beaten up by a Protestant gang she draws closer to the family including Davy’s angry older brother Tommy. At the pub she falls for a man – Michael, a barrister with outspoken views on Civil Rights – and despite him being unsuitable on at least three dimensions (Protestant, some 30 years older, married) the two conduct a sporadic and affair – which is largely hidden except to a group of Protestant friends that Michael meets up with, notionally to learn Irish, and who treat Cushla with something between hostility and condescension. I cannot recall reading many books that so well captures a sense of a particular place and time in history. This is a book full of local and period colour – although that colour was very much in my mind a mix of a kind of dark grey of both weather and mood, a 1970s beige-brown of food (the author was for many years a chef and she has a brilliant ability to convey mood and class via descriptions of ordinary meals) and clothes, with a heavy dose of oppressive army camouflage. Despite clearly setting out the issues of sectarianism, this is not a book which attempts to offer either a redemptive or moralistic answer to how to live in a society where democracy is compromised, everything from the justice system to the job market is rigged, the society is under a heavy military and paramilitary presence. Cushla’s attempts at a kind of ecumenical approach to life: teaching at a catholic school but opposing what she sees as the excesses of the Priest; having an affair with a Protestant but making clear her issues with his friends anti-Catholic biases; her attempts to befriend everyone in the pub including RUC members; and her befriending of a mixed-religion family distrusted by both the Catholic priest and their Protestant neighbours – come across as initially naïve and ultimately rather disastrous in their consequences. Similarly Michael’s attempt to work within the disputed legal framework but to fight against police and army injustice both causes his friends to despair at his risk taking and, as we later find out, manages to antogonise both the authorities and the paramilitaries – again with severe consequences. Finally note that the book has something rather coincidentally in common with another of the Observer Top 10 Debut Novelists feature – “A Terrible Kindness” by Jo Browning Wroe also features a main character with the surname Lavery (who also lost their father, has a very difficult relationship with their mother and who ends up working in the family business). My thanks to Bloomsbury Publishing for an ARC via NetGalley ...more |
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Clare Pollard is an editor, journalist and teacher as well as an author of poems (for which she is best known), plays, non-fiction books and poetry tr
Clare Pollard is an editor, journalist and teacher as well as an author of poems (for which she is best known), plays, non-fiction books and poetry translations (including of Ovid) and a frequent poetry prize judge. This is her debut novel. When I saw the title of the novel I thought it was in the recent genre of feminist novelistic retellings/interpretations of Greek myths, but while there is a very strong element of Greek and Roman mythology running through the novel it also has in my view in the immediacy of its writing strong elements of Olivia Laing’s “Crudo” or (perhaps even more pertinently) Jenny Offill’s “Weather”, and in its exploration of political events as they develop there are elements of Ali Smith’s Seasonal Quartet. It will I think be seen as one of the key examples of the relatively nascent genre of books exploring COVID not indirectly via dystopia (of which there are many excellent examples such as Hanya Yanagihara, Sequoia Nagamatsu, Emily St John Mandel, Sarah Hall ) but by direct and relatable experience (perhaps only Sarah Moss with “The Fell” has attempted this so far in literary fiction). But over all of that, and returning to the book’s title, this is fundamentally a book which explores the way in which humans over the years have tried to reduce the feeling of chaos and entropy in their lives and societies by the arts of prophecy and prediction in all their forms. The narrator is a 45 year old part time Classics lecturer at a London University, part time translator of novels (from German), married (to Jason – an ex-DJ who works for a Charity) and with a ten year old son Xander (who suffers from various allergies and skin conditions). And it is set over the 2020-early 2021 period both with all of the developments of COVID in the UK (for example the initial threat of the disease, the sudden import from Italy, hoarding, masks, leaving groceries, queues in supermarket carparks, the lockdowns and Tiers, the chaos that was Christmas 2020); the common personal impacts (for example juggling WFH with two parents, Zoom-fatigue, public school home-schooling in all its disasters, excessive drinking, binge watching TV, COVID privilege guilt – the need to apologise for having a garden) and with everything playing out in public (for example the failures and scandals of PPE and Test and Trace, the murder of Sarah Everard and the failures of the Met Police, BLM, Trump in his various phases, climate change, the surprisingly UK successful vaccination programme) The book has a distinctive structure – some 60 or so chapters, typically of say 2-3 pages but varying in length from a few lines to 5-10 pages, almost all of the chapters featuring the name of a type of prophecy. So a few examples – chosen purely at random: Rhapsodomancy: Prophecy by Poetry; Stichomancy: Prophecy by Lines Chosen at Random; Ovomancy: Prophecy by Eggs; Chresmomancy: Prophecy by the Ravings of a Madman and so on. And the chapters – told in the present tense in an accessible but intelligent prose mix all of the above with the narrator’s developing family and interior life and with her musings on the different forms of prophecy. The later are sometimes linked to current events (Ovomancy captures grocery hoarding, Chresmomancy the shortest chapter just says “Trump is still demanding recounts, so that’s a bad sign”), often to the narrator’s life but there are two other distinct elements – her Classics inspired musings on the beliefs of the ancients (the role of the Delphi prophetess is as you would expect central here) and her own lockdown dabblings in Tarot, Psychics and i-Ching. And just to add an additional element – the narrator draws on her translation background to discuss various concepts captured in German compound words. The overall effect is a very distinctive book which is both easy to read and through provoking. I probably had two main criticisms of the book both of which I think were linked to the desire to make the link to mythology. The first was that for a book about prophecy there was no coverage of either the role of prophecy in the foundation and continuing practice of monotheistic religions (the focus here all on polytheistic religions of the Greeks and Romans and modern superstitions), or of the way in which scientfic interpretation combined with mathematical modelling has taken over most of what was for millennia thought only to be accessible by some form of prophecy. As someone involved in a church where prophecy is practiced and who belongs to a profession dedicated to modelling of future uncertainty this meant the book felt diminished. And for a book that covers climate change and is entirely centred COVID it seemed odd to exclude the role of mathematical modelling combined with climatology and epidemiology in our understanding of both issues. But I think the author was more interested in prophecies which built on methods accessed by the ancients. And secondly for a book light on plot (no bad thing at all) what plot there was seemed slightly melodramatic to me – particularly the double drama at the book’s ending, although I think this was an attempt to bring in some mythological dramatic themes. My thanks to Fig Tree, Penguin General UK for an ARC via NetGalley ...more |
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Monica Ali’s novelistic career of course got off to a spectacular start in 2003 with the Booker shortlisted bestseller “Brick Lane” (where as Bookie’s
Monica Ali’s novelistic career of course got off to a spectacular start in 2003 with the Booker shortlisted bestseller “Brick Lane” (where as Bookie’s favourite it was somehow beaten by perhaps the worst Booker winner of all time in “Vernon God Little). And famously she made the influential once-a-decade Granta Best of British Young Novelists list simply on the basis of just the unpublished manuscript of the novel. The book (and the subsequent film) – which is about the arranged marriage of a Bangladeshi woman to a much older man in London - did receive some criticism from some of the Bangladeshi community for elements of its portrayal of them. Over the next 8 or so years she produced – at regular intervals - three other novels: Alentjo Blue (about a Portugese village community); In the Kitchen (about a Hotel chef); Untold Story (which effectively reimagines the life of Princess Diana after she fakes her death). Interestingly and despite 1000+ ratings each of the books has an average Goodreads rating below 3. And there was a strong sense in many cases that Ali was being implicitly (if not explicitly) criticised for not “sticking to her lane” and writing more tales of Bangladeshi immigrants – something she countered with some aplomb (see the first comment below my review). Then however her novelistic career hit something of an impasse – something she revealed recently was due to a catastrophic loss of confidence which she broke by moving to writing TV dramas And this is now her first novel for 10 years – a multicharacter and multicultural tale of London life, featuring at its centre a number of different relationships: in particular one between two Junior doctors (Yasmin – who is working in Geriatrics and Joe – working in Gynae) on the verge of marriage; the other the eponymous relationship of the title between Yasmin’s Indian born parents (her housemaker mother Anisah and her GP Father and family Patriarch Shaokat). It is a tale though which expands much wider than that group: Yasmin’s brother Arif – whose academic career was tarnished when he was reported to the authorities for what he intended as a research project on Islamic activism; Joe’s mother Harriet - a famous and provocative feminist writer albeit one whose star is staring to fade; two senior Doctors in the Geriatric practice (one white, and his Asian senior focused on winning a major contract); a well-known American psychologist with an expertise in addiction; Yasmin’s lifelong friend – an Employment Rights lawyer and nascent social media Muslim right activist – all of these play a major part with various patients and staff at the hospital in cameo roles. At its heart are perhaps three themes: relationships, love and marriage – and more specifically sex; intergenerational relationships – pressures and expectations placed on children by their parents and often lazy assumptions made by children about the past lives of their parents; intercultural and race/religious relationships including what is acceptable behaviour in the face of microaggressions or even outright discrimination, as well as whether these even count as racism when compared to religious violence in other societies; class in British society and in particular its intersectionality with race. And as these play out we find that none of the characters are fully who we, those closest to them and sometimes the characters themselves really think they are. The novel – with its multi-cast, series of revelations, set piece scenes and character “journeys” openly reads like something of a TV mini series – and is already being adapted as such. And the largest weakness for me is an Ian McEwan style decision to reproduce the research that has gone into the book – in particular some of the medical conversations and particularly the psychology of addiction. What I think largely saves it is its double strand of observational satire. Firstly on society itself – many of the characters are humorous - Harriet and those in her wider household perhaps the most so. But more impressively on Ali and the world of writing – particularly as she has experienced it. The title itself is ironical – both in the context of the novel (one of the discoveries) but also in its very deliberate nod back to the arranged marriage in her first book and more subtly that underlying he fourth book. If you made a meteoric start to your writing career but with shadows of appropriation – then why note have your main protagonist being encouraged to enter a writing prize when she was at school with a story based on her parents marriage only for her furious father to insist she had no right to claim she could tell their story and that “creative writing is [no] different from lies”. If you were then criticised for not sticking to BAME style stories then have a young black writer criticised for writing an eco-thriller and told to write “another story, something a little closer to home”. And if you choose for your fifth novel to write a on-the-surface relatively conventional novel like this one – then have an arrogant author as a character who claims the novel is dead, that auto-fiction is the only way to go and who decries “women’s fiction” saying “Only the frivolous and the foolish waste their time with synthetic stories – plots, characters, motives, denouements!” My thanks to Little Brown Book Group UK for an ARC via NetGalley ...more |
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Winner of the OCM Bocas Prize Fiction category Shortlisted for the Jhalak Prize This book featured in the 2022 version of the influential annual Observ Winner of the OCM Bocas Prize Fiction category Shortlisted for the Jhalak Prize This book featured in the 2022 version of the influential annual Observer Best Debut Novelist feature (past years have included Natasha Brown, Caleb Azumah Nelson, Douglas Stuart, Sally Rooney and Gail Honeyman among many others) and was also picked out by the New Statesman (and others) as one of the most anticipated debuts of 2022. The author was born and raised in Trinidad, moving to the UK five years ago after the deaths of her parents and her storytelling grandmother, and also taking an MA in Creative Writing at the UEA (which produced the draft manuscript of this book). Her background explains many of the influences on this book – which is steeped in its setting of Trinidad, in the tradition of oral storytelling she got from her Grandmother and in which the theme of death is key. The book’s two main characters both find themselves drawn into connections with the dead in ways they had not expected – one going against his family, his upbringing and his vows through economic need, the other only just finding out the full meaning of her part in her family’s destiny. Darwin grew up with his Rastafarian mother in the countryside and his life had been underpinned as a result by the Nazarite vow: (Numbers 21: 6 “Throughout the period of their dedication to the Lord, the Nazirite must not go near a dead body”). With his mother increasingly unable to make money by taking in sowing, with him unemployed and with the economy in tatters he decides to travel to the City of Port Angeles government employment to look for work – and the non-negotiable job he is offered is as a gravedigger at the Fidelis cemetery. His mother did not approve of his visit to the City (not least as his father left for the City when he was very young and never returned –deserting his wife and child) and effectively throws him out when she finds out the job he has taken – which causes him to cut of his hair and effectively drop his vows. At the cemetery he starts to find comradeship with his fellow gravediggers although he is deeply disturbed by his encounter with death and mourning. Over time though he becomes increasingly unsettled by his fellow gravediggers – their ready access to cash and the respect they seem to gain in the City’s bars. He also find almost corporeal images of his father resurfacing while his life gets increasingly murkier and more dangerous. Yejide lives in an eccentric family who have owned a odd hill-top house outside the City. She has always known that there is something special about her family and a responsibility passed down through the generations via the female line. Her mother Petronella has spent the last year’s in mourning for her twin sister, who still appears to her as a ghost (and can be seen by Yejide) and on Petronella’s death in a storm, her ghost starts to outline Yejide’s new responsibility to ease the passage of the souls of the City’s dead into the afterlife – the family legendarily descended from Corbeaux (Black Vultures). Yejide though finds herself torn between whether she should accept the responsibility – her relationship with her mother was always very difficult and she starts to realise that this was due to her mother living in an almost parallel world of the dead. The book is written in a loose form of patois – one which perhaps takes a couple of pages to adjust to (I must admit for the first few paragraphs I thought I was reading a very rough uncorrected proof) but soon becomes very natural. What perhaps takes more adjustment is the world of Yejide and her family and the porous nature of any boundary between the dead and the living. The alternating sections of Darwin and Yejide can seem like two separate books. I must admit my preference was for the Darwin sections – still thematically about destiny, family and death but, at least for me, more tangible and accessible as well as more genuinely darker. The jeopardy in the Yejide section was dampened for me by the fantastical elements. Over time though Darwin and Yejide find themselves drawn together – later by circumstance as Yejide buries her mother, but initially through a mutual vision/dream and both apart and together they start to come to terms with the real stories of their families and whether and how they should allow stories to set their own destinies. Overall I found this a very good debut – a distinctive take on magic realism with a hard edge to it. My thanks to Random House UK for an ARC via NetGalley ...more |
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Readers of Ali Smith’s wonderful season quartet will recall that the quartet finishes in “Summer” finishes with a scene set near the North Norfolk Coa
Readers of Ali Smith’s wonderful season quartet will recall that the quartet finishes in “Summer” finishes with a scene set near the North Norfolk Coast – one which picks up on the book’s themes of refuge. It says in the book, Robert said, that the Nazis were distributing posters with his picture on them and the words Not Yet Hanged underneath. And he was in Belgium and someone told him the Nazis knew where he was and were coming for him. So he took up an offer of a hut on this heath from an upper class English guy in politics who’d started off being very right wing and thinking Hitler was a good thing, then changed his mind and invited Einstein to stay with him and live in a hut on the heath. So Einstein did, for, like, a month, and gamekeepers guarded him, and he spent the time in solitude and worked on theories, and then a month or two later he went to America. And that month when he was living here he used to go to the post office in the village and buy sweets. Can we go to that post office? They got back in the car. They drove to where the satnav told them Roughton Post Office was. They peered at it through the car windows. Do you think it’s the same one as it was in 1933? Robert said. Hard to say, Charlotte said. They drove up the road a little further and stopped next to a shut pub. A plaque which exits to this day and which I visited just before formal publication of “Summer” having read the book in an Advanced Review Copy. [image] This newly published book by Poppyland Publishing is a non-fictional account of Einstein’s visit and of the “upper class English guy in politics” who invited him – Oliver Locker-Lampson, a maverick Conservative MP, First World War armoured car commander, one time founder of an upper class quasi-Fascist (albeit more anti-Communist) organisation – the Blue Shirts, but then later fierce campaigner and organiser for Jewish refugees from Germany (to settle in the UK – particularly academics, Palestine or third party countries). The book acts as a kind of double biography – primarily of Locker-Lampson but also of Einstein. In the latter’s case the book concentrates almost exclusively on the process of him leaving Germany in 1933 for a trip to America, never to return to Germany as it was clear his life would be in danger otherwise. The centre of the book is Einstein’s three week sojourn in a camp that Locker-Lampson had set up on Roughton Heath – there guarded by Locker-Lampson, a local gamekeeper and Locker-Lampson’s two younger female private secretaries – all armed with rifles or shotguns. Einstein went there from Belgium – a coastal resort of which being where he had first returned and lived in unplanned exile on his return from America. His presence there became both a slight embarrassment to his friends in the Belgian royal family and government (worried that it may provoke either a diplomatic incident with Germany or an internal incident with Fascist sympathisers). In addition Einstein’s wife fared for his safety – particularly after another high -profile German exile/refugee was assassinated in Switzerland. Locker-Lampson had got to know Einstein a little (and was also good friends with the Belgian royal family – one of his many connections) and had made an offer some time before to put Einstein up – and so his offer was remembered and accepted. It was backed also by the Daily Express – keen to distance themselves from the pro-German views of ther rival Daily Mail as we all as to gain publicity. Locker-Lampson was also an inveterate self-publicist, keen to emphasise how Einstein was under armed guard in a secret location so as to prevent any German or German-sympathisers attacking him, but at the same time actively inviting national and local press to visit and take photos. Einstein’s stay though seems to have been an extremely happy one – causing him to lose much of the fear and tension he had in Belgium. After a large pro-refugee rally Locker-Lampson held in the Royal Albert Hall at the end of Einstein’s stay – the latter travelled, permanently, to the US and took his job at Princeton (Locker-Lampson having had some involvement in proposals for jobs in Oxford, Madrid or even Israel). Overall this was an interesting read. ...more |
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The author of this has written a series of police procedural murder mysteries set on or near the North Norfolk Coast. I must admit I had some concerns
The author of this has written a series of police procedural murder mysteries set on or near the North Norfolk Coast. I must admit I had some concerns about the novels as the author seems to produce them at the rate of around 4 a year (having started in mid 2019 having completed his previous Dark Yorkshire series – 6 books published in 18 months he is already advertising the 11th in this series). So when I saw the author generously offering a freely downloadable copy of this – effectively a prequel novella to the series I was interested enough to buy and read a copy. The novella is set in the first week of DI Tom Janssen’s duty (returning to his childhood home of North Norfolk) – the body of a troubled young local girl is discovered in a church graveyard, but neatly arranged next to a grave. As other reviews have commented phrases reoccur (several “dropping to haunches” and two consecutive “picking up the pace”) – other than that though I would describe the writing as neutral (if I was positive) and bland (if I was not) - largely steering clear of cliché but also not really approaching anything in terms of sophisticated description or use of language. I have seen some references to typos and poor editing but these were either cleared up on the version I read or I missed them (I tend to self-edit books as I read them so automatically correct spelling or punctuation errors unless I read very slowly). I was also pleased the book seemed to largely steer clear of prurience or voyeurism – but of course it is still a man writing about the violent murder of a young woman which is in itself a tired trope. I also did not really get much of a sense of North Norfolk at all – including where the book was meant to be set and which beach it was the local youths were hanging out on – but could not immediately think of any Norfolk beaches where that would really work. I was also unsure of the opening description of a “picture postcard” village – which also did not really fit for me. I also noticed that there was a very distinct order – Janssen visits someone involved in the murder, and then after he leaves they have a cryptic or incriminating conversation with someone else – the effect is slightly odd as it means there are clues and red herrings (some unresolved) for the reader not available to the detective. The mystery itself is though relatively quickly solved (albeit with not all ends tied up) but I suspect that is more to do with the length of the book – so it would be interesting to see how the author fares in maintaining a more detailed story. Not a series I would revisit for now – but if the books were made available in a good value set I might be tempted to get them. I would also say that for any Kindle Unlimited users the set is all included for free. ...more |
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This book covers William Fadden’s famous country map of Norfolk. From the excellent website http://www.fadensmapofnorfolk.co.uk/i... which complements
This book covers William Fadden’s famous country map of Norfolk. From the excellent website http://www.fadensmapofnorfolk.co.uk/i... which complements this e book - “the map was the first large-scale map (at one inch to the mile) of the whole county and shows the landscape just prior to Parliamentary Enclosure of the early 19th century. Surveyed between 1790 and 1794 the map was published in 1797 in London by William Faden, Geographer to His Majesty. Within 15 years of the map’s publication the extensive commons, heaths and warrens had largely disappeared.” This is a 2013 published glossy book by two academic historians which runs over 200 detailed pages and is accompanied by an outstanding CD which contains all of the 70 plus figures/illustrations in the book, plus detailed full high-resolution copies of both Fadden’s original map and a digitally modern day redrawn version of the map plus plenty of other detail. The book itself starts with a very interesting historical overview of English/British mapmaking, with a concentration on the second half of the 18th century when for various reasons (political, societal and technological) there was a huge surge in cartography and in particular in the production of county maps, before the 19th century production of the first OS maps. The second chapter introduces Faden and his map as well as his two main surveyors. The third explains the process by which the map was redrawn by the authors. The remaining chapters then look thematically at different features of the map: Commons, Greens and Heaths (which were covered in particular details and as the opening quote implies are of particular historical interest); Woods, Parks and Plantations (the former not well covered on the map, the second partly dependent on the map’s subscribers); Fields, Farms and Fens (which contains a very erudite discussions of the interaction with soil types which at times is too detailed for the non-academic reader); For Leisure and Education (covering among other things roads and mills); Traces of Antiquity (both locations of castles, Roman remains etc and the way in which the map can be read to give information on earlier times). Excellent – a fascinating and almost invaluable resource for anyone with interest in the geography or history of Norfolk. ...more |
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A lengthy historical examination of the political drivers of Catastrophe (natural and man-made : one of the author’s key points is that even naturally
A lengthy historical examination of the political drivers of Catastrophe (natural and man-made : one of the author’s key points is that even naturally arising catastrophes are man-made in their severity) – one which is never entirely dis-interesting in the issues it discusses and arguments it advances but is also never really coherent in pulling those issues and arguments together. There are two comments pertinent to the writing and presentation of this book. Firstly it made use of extensive sources – there are nearly 60 pages of small font references at the back of the book. Now while it is impressive that the author is so widely read and makes the book have an academic historian feel, it does feel like he has perhaps done a little too much research and not enough editing, or to put it another way too often he seems to simply state facts and figures or reproduce quotes from his sources without enough in the way of synthesis (see below) or sometimes explanation. As an example there is a very interesting review over 3-4 pages of the origins and natures of various diseases but it is littered with scientific terms. Secondly for a book which sets out to provide a historical perspective on catastrophes and in particular to link those to the COVID-19, the book was written very much in the relatively early days of the crisis. It is in many ways brave (and possibly admirable) to see an account written during the crisis and trying to come to terms with it and bring a historical perspective. However an account largely compiled up to late Summer 2020 and completed that Autumn can feel very out of date even in early 2022 when I read this (there is notes on vaccines in development and a paragraph which speculates about the small risk waning immunity and variants – but otherwise the book captures very little of the reality of COVID-19 in 2021). And in some cases these two faults come together – for example one chapter is named (after Keynes infamous post Versailles Treaty tract) “The Economic Consequences of the Plague” but seems to largely consist of a forest of statistics as well as precis of the views of various economists, econometricians and financial forecasters and commentators which is both hard to follow and out of date. There are though lots of interesting ideas in the book – albeit not very many original ones. He starts by examining historical societal attitudes to death, disaster and doomsdays. He argues interestingly, if controversially, that climate change activists fit into an eschatological tradition of forecasting doom and demanding extreme and penitent action. The second chapter is rather odd – attempting to demolish several cyclical theories - his arguments effectively being that the power law nature of extreme disasters means they do not follow cycles, and that most cyclical theories are too simplistic and ignore interplays. He for example takes time to explain why he disagrees with Jared Diamond’s “Collapse” – which is interesting but also points at a weakness with this book – a book with a simpler, easier to express idea is often much more memorable and impactful while most readers can work out for themselves that any such approach is inevitably reductive and not the whole picture. He then crowbars in a discussion of Kahneman/Tversky cognitive traps to show why we do not react “logically” to those warning of disasters. Ferguson is fond of the ideas of “Black Swan” (from Taleb) together with Michele Wucker’s “Grey Rhino” (events which are dangerous, obvious and highly probable but which in many cases society still avoids) and argues that in some cases a misunderstanding of power-laws (a recurring theme) means that large grey rhinos are somehow seen as Black Swans – even more so when the events are so extreme they sit outside even power laws (often associated with phase transition or tipping points) and become what Didier Sornette describes as “Dragon Kings“. He then looks at a number of natural disaster types and argues that the magnitude of the resulting loss of property and life is as much as a property of man made decisions on where to locate settlements and infrastructure (often in defiance of common sense and historical records) than the peril itself – something of course obvious to catastrophe modellers in insurance companies with a split of peril and vulnerability models and exposure databases. His fourth chapter covers Network effects – much of this is a rework of the ideas in his book “The Square and the Tower” but he does argue convincingly for the importance of social networks in propagating epidemics and how even older societies despite typically completely misunderstanding the causes of famous epidemics and diseases intuitively understood the need to disrupt social networks to stop them spreading. The fifth chapters argues that while we have seen great progress in scientific understanding (eg of diseases and epidemics) in the last 200 years, this has to be offset by some of the wider networks spurred by globalisation. He also argues that the Spanish Flu at the end of World War I showed the then limitations to the scientfic advances. The next chapter looks at political incompetence – he takes Amartya Sen’s argument that famines almost never occur in functioning democracies and are caused by unaccountable governments and avoidable market failures and then extends this to other disasters including wars – but this chapter feels like a warm up for the view that the standard of public government/administration in both the UK and US has declined significantly over the last decades and this is a large part why both countries failed to deal with COVID-19. The next chapter starts with what he sees as a successful attempt to deal with a pandemic – the response of the Eisenhower government to the dangerous 1957 flu epidemic where he argues that a nimble federal government (that had learnt from past mistakes) as well as international co-operation (even across the then very wide Cold War divide) led to a low number of deaths but without blanket lockdowns but instead targeted non-pharmaceutical and pharmaceutical interventions. He then looks at how AIDS was something of a federal disaster and how MERS/SARS/Ebola all proved challenging (albeit the deadliness and short period between peak infection and clear symptoms was a limiting factor for each). The next chapter looks at the fractal geometry of disaster – its core argument being that even small disasters tell us a lot about large disasters. In practice the chapter more looks at some of the world’s greatest disasters but from different perils – effectively accidents (plane crashes, ship sinkings, nuclear disasters, spaceship crashes). His key point and one he is very keen to draw out is that the key failings are typically not in the leaders or in those on the coal face but in middle management/bureaucracy – something which fits his views on COVID and the culpability of the various federal and local organisations that should have dealt with it rather than top politicians (in previous chapters he argues against a Napoleon/Great Man theory of history. After the two COVID chapters the book takes a rather abrupt turn into examining the US-China relationship in a chapter which feels like it would be better covered in more detail in a different book. A final chapter looks at possible future shocks and interestingly draws heavily on speculative fiction for its ideas. ...more |
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An intermediate map of Norfolk between Faden’s pioneering 1 inch to 1 mile map of 1797 and the first ever (and more authoritative) OS map of 1836-37 (
An intermediate map of Norfolk between Faden’s pioneering 1 inch to 1 mile map of 1797 and the first ever (and more authoritative) OS map of 1836-37 (it seems likely that Bryant had access to some of the triangulation work of the OS alongside his own team of surveyors). The book contains a few pages of introduction on a few interesting features (in less detail than the similar volume of Faden’s map - https://www.goodreads.com/review/show...) before reproducing the map over some 80 pages. A useful read. ...more |
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An excellent newly (2022) published glossy-paged and lavishly illustrated tour of 100 places which tell the history of Norfolk. Each of the locations a An excellent newly (2022) published glossy-paged and lavishly illustrated tour of 100 places which tell the history of Norfolk. Each of the locations are either open to the public or if not easily possible to view. Each is covered over typically 1-4 pages (normally 2-3) with aerial (and other) photography, often maps and diagrams, access details and further reading. The historical detail is, it seems to me, perfectly judged – sufficiently rigorous as you would expect from archaeologists/historians, but not too detailed as to lose a casual readers interest. The book is set in chronological sections, each with an excellent overview of the history of the country during that period. The first two ancient era entries are Happisburgh (where my Grandfather lived when he met my Nanny) and the nearly 1 million year old footprints found under its crumbling cliffs – and Lynford Lakes (best known to me for my avatar going for an unplanned lengthy lake swim) which unknown to me houses a very important Neanderthal hunting site. The next section covers the Neolithic and Bronze Age including (so-called) Seahenge and Grimes Grave. The Iron Age covers three forts. The Roman Period includes Peddars Way. After a brief Anglo-Saxon section (building in wood and leaving visible present-day sites are not well correlated) the following Norman (and post) period is set out more thematically with lengthy sections celebrating the building in stone of: Castles/Great Houses - including the ruins at Castle Acre and Norwich Castle; Churches and Chapels - including the Saxon/Norman churches at West/East Lexham and the very early Norman one at Great Dunham – where my parents were married – all 3 of which by coincidence I drove past on the day before I bought this book); Monasteries - where Castle Acre appears again as does St Benet’s – scene of another unanticipated swim by my avatar). The Medieval part is split into towns (various sites in Norwich. Kings Lynn and one in Yarmouth) and countryside (with interesting detail on how a number of villages moved away from their churches towards a village green leaving deserted churches behind and how some villages were entirely denuded of population, and on the Warren castles in the then giant rabbit breeding area of Breckland where I later grew up and failed to look after 2 pet rabbits). The 16th – 19th century part includes Waxham Barns, Denver Sluice (and some great detail on Fen Drainage), Happisburgh Lighthouse, Gressenhall Workhouse, Wells Sea Bank and Letheringsett Watermill). Great Houses covers (as might be expected) Blicking Hall (where my avatar loves to go for walks), Houghton Hall, Holkham Hall, Sheringham Park (another favourite for walks) and Sandringham. The Modern section starts with my job sector and the Norwich Union headquarters and includes Thetford Forest. A really well constructed and enjoyable read. I purchased the book from the excellent independent North Norfolk bookshop – Holt Bookshop from Holt Bookshop (https://www.holtbookshop.co.uk/) ...more |
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Gumble's Yard - Golden Reviewer > Books: 2022 (193)
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3.37
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really liked it
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Feb 15, 2022
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Feb 15, 2022
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3.60
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really liked it
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Feb 15, 2022
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Feb 15, 2022
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4.11
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it was amazing
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Feb 13, 2022
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Feb 12, 2022
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3.69
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liked it
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Feb 14, 2022
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Feb 12, 2022
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3.18
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it was ok
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Feb 11, 2022
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Feb 12, 2022
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3.43
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really liked it
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Feb 11, 2022
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Feb 12, 2022
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4.61
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it was amazing
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Feb 07, 2022
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Feb 06, 2022
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3.54
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really liked it
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Feb 05, 2022
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Feb 06, 2022
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4.30
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it was amazing
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Feb 04, 2022
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Feb 04, 2022
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4.00
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really liked it
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May 23, 2023
Feb 03, 2022
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Feb 03, 2022
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3.46
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really liked it
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Feb 2022
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Feb 01, 2022
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3.90
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really liked it
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Jan 30, 2022
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Jan 28, 2022
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3.79
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really liked it
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Jan 28, 2022
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Jan 27, 2022
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3.40
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really liked it
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Jan 27, 2022
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Jan 27, 2022
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4.00
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really liked it
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Jan 27, 2022
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Jan 27, 2022
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3.95
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it was ok
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Jan 27, 2022
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Jan 26, 2022
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5.00
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it was amazing
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Jan 24, 2022
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Jan 25, 2022
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3.65
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liked it
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Jan 24, 2022
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Jan 23, 2022
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4.33
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liked it
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Jan 22, 2022
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Jan 23, 2022
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4.60
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it was amazing
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Jan 20, 2022
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Jan 20, 2022
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