Reading Mostly Women – April 2018

I’m spending 2018 reading mostly women. Only mostly, because I don’t want to be too restrictive about these things. If I read a book by someone who is not a woman I won’t have “failed”. I’m also trying to read books that are recommended to me, books by people I follow on Twitter, that kind of thing.

March’s post

In April I read:

Jane Austen at Home by Lucy Worsley – I started this in Feb and didn’t mention it in March so you can see it didn’t grip me, but it was nice enough. Afraid that might be damning with faint praise. If you’d like to hear about Jane Austen’s life through the lens of the houses she lived in, you might like this. If you are not sure, you probably aren’t interested.

The 9:45 to Bletchley by Madalyn Morgan – I love Bletchley Park stories. I went to visit it and did the tour and could really imagine how it would have been such an adventure. If you were a middle class girl (which I wouldn’t have been, but never mind), getting just enough education to nab yourself a good husband, it must have been such a change. Sure, then men are all off fighting and dying and there won’t be enough husbands to go round, but let’s look on the bright side. I wondered if this book was aimed at young people – if I were guessing I’d put it in YA.

Discount Armageddon by Seanan McGuire – Urban fantasy – but not the kind where teenagers fall in love with broody vampires. (not that there’s anything wrong with that) The masquerade is in place, and there’s a full history of our heroine’s family and their interactions with the underworld. The quotes at the beginning of each chapter are great and I’d like some of them on a shopping bag.

Accused by Lisa Scottoline – A book recommended by my mum! Her description made it sound a bit like The Good Wife, in that there are lawyers but we also hear about their lives and families etc. I can see this getting more and more enjoyable throughout the series as I get more familiar with those friends and family, but one thing I don’t like it when people’s dialogue is written in dialect and this featured a bunch of Italian-American written-out speech that felt like it was taking the piss.

Under the Pendulum Sun by Jeannette Ng – A Gothic fairy story along the lines of “what if colonising explorers discovered Fairyland, and we sent missionaries to try to convert them?”. I enjoyed much of this, particularly the questions of whether the fairies had souls, whether they also were cursed by the original sin, etc, but some was dark enough to make me a little bit uncomfortable. (that’s not a non-recommendation, you might like darker things than me or be less easily squicked)

The State of Grace by Rachel Lucas – The only other book I’d read by Rachel Lucas was a romcom where a woman moves to a Scottish island for slightly spurious reaons and falls in love with the laird. This is a much more grounded (relatable, even?) story of a teenage romance (and teenage falling-out-with-your-friends, which can be much more emotional than romance), told through the eyes of an autistic girl. Even better, the afterword explains how the author’s daughter was diagnosed with autism and shortly afterwards the author herself, as an adult, realised that she too was autistic.

Death in Dulwich by Alice Castle Dulwich is near where I live, but much posher. This book made me realise quite HOW POSH. This is a nice cosy present-day murder mystery, the kind where you know that no characters you like are really in danger.


Reading Mostly Women – March 2018

I’m spending 2018 reading mostly women. Only mostly, because I don’t want to be too restrictive about these things. If I read a book by someone who is not a woman I won’t have “failed”. I’m also trying to read books that are recommended to me, books by people I follow on Twitter, that kind of thing.

February’s post

In March I read

Frederica by Georgette Heyer – I enjoyed this very much. Our point of view character is a bored rich man with nothing to do, whose life is turned upside down by a troupe of distant cousins (including the title character) who insist on his introducing them into society. Set around the same time as Jane Austen was writing, this was written in the 30s so has a little more distance and knowingness. One of my favourite comments was about the dangers of allowing men to wear “regimentals” to balls.

Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman – This was disconcerting from the beginning, and I enjoyed finding out what all of the little hints about Mummy were aiming at. Eleanor is definitely not fine, but by the end of the book she is getting closer to it. I loved how much joy she found in a big Tesco Extra.

A Wrinkle In Time by Madeleine L’Engle – This is definitely a book for children, and I’d put it at 8-12 rather than YA. I chose to read it ahead of the film coming out, and I do recommend the film. The fairy godmothers were absolutely delightful. Don’t expect too much from it though.

Where The Missing Go by Emma Rowley – A book by someone I actually know! How exciting! A thriller about a mother with a missing teenage daughter, who is told to essentially get over it, because the daughter ran away. I guessed a part of the middle, but did not guess the end.

It’s Not Me It’s You by Mhairi McFarlane – This was fabulous, I could live inside this book. Don’t marry your shitty boyfriend, move to London and have mini spy capers while dressed as a giant fox instead. G’wan, you know you want to. (I will absolutely be reading more by this author)

Marie Antoinette: An Intimate History by Melanie Clegg – I’ve read some of the historical fiction by this author but not her non-fiction before. She’s even written a YA book about Marie Antoinette. I felt very sorry for the silly girl, and wished that her family had brought her up to be more politically astute.

The Little Stranger by Sarah Waters – I was warned ahead of time that this book has no historical lesbians, but was not sure whether we would still have a twist or surprise. We don’t. It’s a pretty straightforward ghost story. It does still have Sarah Waters’s deep sense of atmosphere. A film is being made and will come out in August and I’m glad to have read the book before seeing the film, but if you’re thinking of reading your first Sarah Waters book, I’d recommend Fingersmith (which has both of the things I mentioned).

Reading Mostly Women – Feb 2018

I’m spending 2018 reading mostly women. Only mostly, because I don’t want to be too restrictive about these things. If I read a book by someone who is not a woman I won’t have “failed”. I’m also trying to read books that are recommended to me, books by people I follow on Twitter, that kind of thing.

January’s post

In February I read:

Lady Catherine’s Necklace by Joan Aiken – a Pride and Prejudice sequel. Lady Catherine de Bourgh of course. A slightly odd choice made to have her daughter, Anne de Bourgh, be only 14 or so during the events of P&P (and so far too young for Mr Darcy, who was 28), but this helps ease us into the idea that she was a shy teenager, bullied by her overbearing mother, and she does in fact have a personality if she is allowed to. Charlotte Lucas (now Collins) has two children and is pregnant again, poor thing, and her sister Maria comes to visit. Mrs Jennings pops in from Sense and Sensibility to tell us “There’s more things in a girl’s life than husbands” and this does seem to be held up by the story.

Eat Up by Ruby Tandoh – you may remember Ruby from Bake Off a few years ago as a student who looked like she could be a model. Since then she’s written recipes for the Guardian, a recipe book called Flavour, and been outspoken on eating disorders and the dangers of the “clean eating” movement. This book is about loving food. It’s not a story book but also not a recipe book (even though it does contain some stories and some recipes). It is lovely and cosy and pleasant to read.

Stiff Lips by Anne Billson – I don’t usually go in for ghost stories but I’d read Suckers by the same author and liked her style. Her London of 1996 is vividly described and the main character wants to be in Notting Hill where creative people are, talking about creative things and drinking cappuccinos. 1996 was the last time that drinking coffee really was an indicator of poshness.

The Lathe of Heaven by Ursula K Le Guin – You may have heard of this author because she recently died, or perhaps because you watched The Jane Austen Book Club on Netflix and the geeky guy kept recommending her. Both of these apply to me, so I thought I’d give her a try. Rather than starting on an epic tale, I let my local library choose a one-off scifi story set in the near future (written in the 70s, so the near future is actually our past) after population expansion has taken the world to a shocking 7 billion and global warming has left us in a bit of an unpleasant state. A man believes that his dreams affect reality, and his psychiatrist believes that he can direct these dreams to make the world a better place. Guess what – it’s harder than it sounds!

Start but not finished:

Jane Austen at Home by Lucy Worsley

Frederica by Georgette Heyer

Making use of the “mostly” tag:

The Last Romeo by Justin Myers – Justin writes as The Guyliner and is the creator of the fantastic Guardian Blind Dates review blog. This is a novel that would be called chick-lit if it were by and about a woman, but is in fact by and about a gay man. He escapes a crap relationship (yay!), starts an online dating blog (yay!), gets into some scrapes (yay?), alienates his friends and coworkers (not so yay) and you can guess whether it turns out OK because look he’s right here writing a book about the whole thing. They say that women authors are particularly plagued by people expecting that their characters are autobiographical, and perhaps this applies to gay men as well, but in this case I feel it’s justified. It’s always interesting when you read a book by a writer whose shorter work you enjoy – will they sustain your interest for the whole length of a book? – and in this case the answer was a definite yes.


Reading Mostly Women – Jan 2018

I’m spending 2018 reading mostly women. Only mostly, because I don’t want to be too restrictive about these things. If I read a book by someone who is not a woman I won’t have “failed”. I’m also trying to read books that are recommended to me, books by people I follow on Twitter, that kind of thing.

In January I read:

The end of The Gathering Storm by Kate Elliott, which is book 5 of the Crown of Stars series. It’s a big old epic fantasy, with multiple points of view and hundreds of named characters and covering years of time.

All Grown Up by Jami Attenberg – as recommended by What Page Are You On? podcast. There are many very relatable insights on being an adult single woman, and not a neat ending, which I found oddly pleasing. Sample quote: A woman who was not newly single, and also not twenty-four, would know better than to hand this book to another single woman.

Standard Deviation by Katherine Heiny – This is a book partly about raising a child on the austistc spectrum, and partly about being married to someone very different to you. Someone is described as having the slightly sweaty, shaky look of someone who is hosting a party.

In Other Lands by Sarah Rees Brennan – This was a lot of fun. It’s a fantasy book with a very practical protagonist who tries in an experimental way to take through various levels of technology to the magical world (mostly it melts or catches fire at the threshold, but biros and sharpies are transportable and are much easier to use than quills) and points out to those born on the magical side of the wall that where he comes from very few people die of violence, let alone go off to make war with trolls. Our main characters are 13 at the beginning and 17 or so at the end, so you could call it YA, but like most good YA it’s good to read as an adult.

Hagseed by Margaret Atwood – This is the second time I’ve read a book that is based on The Tempest without having actually seen or read The Tempest. I enjoyed the clearly well-thought-through plans for teaching drama to inmates. Less so the mooning after the idealised daughter. I picked this up from my local library, which besides being an architectural marvel is also very convenient and gives you books FOR FREE (as long as you promise to bring them back).

High Rising by Angela Thirkell – I was given this as a gift in the summer but it seemed only right to wait til winter to read it, given the lovely snowy landscape on the cover. Written in the 1930s, it has a cosy Diaries of a Provincial Lady vibe, but with a bit of a mystery to solve.

Last Chance Saloon by Marian Keyes, also from Peckham Library. I sometimes mention Marian Keyes when I am ranting about the label of “chick lit” – if men were going through the same things these women are going through, her books would be treated much more seriously. Don’t read this if you have an unhappy relationship with food, one of our characters’ struggles might be upsetting, but otherwise do read it. I feel strongly that there will be more Marian Keyes in later months. This book focuses on four friends in their early 30s and I felt so incredibly viscerally the feeling of no, your boyfriend is unkind to you and is dragging you down, don’t stay with him just because you are afraid of being single.

Exquisite by Sarah Stovell – a psychological thriller type thing about two women writers who meet at a writing workshop (one of them running it). Chapters come from both points of view, and we know from the beginning that one of them is now in prison. The description so far has almost a Sarah Waters feel to it, but it’s very firmly anchored in 2015, even though it could easily have been set any time in the past 60 or so years, or even in a vague no-particular-time. In fact it’s so clearly anchored that one recommends to the other the exact brand of mascara that I use, and I believe the price quoted is what it cost in 2015. This was another What Page Are You On?  recommendation, and my friends and I compared whether we had the things other people had that marked them out as grown-ups: knickers that matched my bras; my own transport; a living room rug. (the answer for me is a – some but not all, b – no I live in London, c – yes I love my rug dearly).

Bronte book challenge

Only a mini challenge this time. Unlike last time.

Samantha Ellis, author of How to be a Heroine and writer of a very funny 2-actor play called How to Date a Feminist, has a new book out. As far as I understand, it’s on why Anne Bronte is the best Bronte.

If you are a Bennet sister, everyone in the neighbourhood compares your looks. If you are a Bronte, they compare your writing. That’s probably better really.

I have no wish to be more intimately acquainted with Wuthering Heights than I already am. I consider it to be full of horrible people being horrible to one another, sometimes in an impenetrable accent.

I have read Jane Eyre, but not recently, so I will reread it. I will ease in gently by reading The Eyre Affair by Jasper Fforde, which is sort of about Jane Eyre but not really.

I have not read The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, or the other one, so I have no knowledge of Anne Bronte at all. I can’t even summon the name of the other one without looking, so I shall read both in order to fully appreciate the arguments in favour as Anne as “the best Bronte”.

2015 Book Challenge – #22 – The Bone Clocks

The Bone Clocks by David Mitchell (Cloud Atlas David Mitchell, not Mitchell and Webb David Mitchell, although I like him too and I’m particularly impressed at his marrying Victoria Coren) was mentioned in the article that promoted me to read The End of Mr Y. Apparently “Mitchell has an untroubled relationship with the devices he borrows from genre science fiction and fantasy”, and I think I’m OK with that.

The book passes from 1984 – just a little out of my memory, past us and into the future, where I enjjoyed the unforced use of futuristic slang. “I’ll device him”. “These slates are threaded”.
In contrast to the traditional “Yer a wizard, Harry” early-book revelations of what is going on, The Bone Clocks gradually lets us see things that are happening, switching points of view to allow us to piece things together as we go, with no promise that our current protagonist will discover the secret themselves (or even necessarily survive).
The end is, er, well, not necessarily the best in the world, but I enjoyed the journey so I don’t mind so much. A deus ex machina is tolerable if you’ve known all along that there are deuses around.

2015 Book Challenge #20 – The Bell Jar

First post of the 2015 book challenge is here

Things I knew about The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath before reading it

  1. It’s by Sylvia Plath
  2. If you want to fake someone’s suicide,  put a copy of this book on their bedside table with bits underlined
  3. She was married to Ted Hughes
  4. She killed herself (head in oven?)
  5. She left out bread and jam for the kids when she killed herself
  6. Gwyneth Paltrow cycled an old-fashioned bike near the library here I was revising while pretending to be Sylvia Plath

Things I did not know

  1. Where/when it was set
  2. Anything about what happens
  3. Whether the character actually does kill herself

I enjoyed this more than I expected to. It is quite describey, and Plath uses a lot of adjective phrases. I’m not sure of the precise term for them, but the first page alone has “google-eyed” and “country-wet” and “mirage-grey”. Too many of these drive me mad (see Suite Francaise and the pre-war parts of Birdsong) but in this case it added a tangible feel to the descriptions without making me impatient for action.

I would have happily read some more of the story of a college-aged girl in the 50s (?) who has a summer internship on a magazine, even without the rest.

I liked that there was no attempt to explain WHY she felt as she did. She just did. That’s what mental illness is like sometimes. It’s not always caused by a childhood trauma. It’s sometimes just how things are.