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Book Review: An Artist of the Floating World

A beautiful book. A lot like ‘Remains of the Day’, but a beautiful story nonetheless.

In this story Ono, a retired artist looks back on his career and life. In a meandering (typical Ishiguro) narrative, he re-examines the patriotic and propagandist values he has endorsed. And we see how Ono is held by his family and in the wider society for this.

Through his memories, we experience a little of Japanese militarism, the Second World War, and see the rebuilding and reforming of Japan afterwards.

In amidst all the uncertainties, there is a particularly beautiful scene where Ono sits with his teacher. The teacher is reminiscing about what his and his friend’s beliefs and values in life have been:

“The best things, he used to say, are put together of a night and vanish with the morning. What people call the floating world, Ono, was a world that Gisaburo knew how to value.”

He goes on to say: “It’s hard to appreciate the beauty of a world when one doubts its very validity.”

I’ve heard Ishiguro described as preachy and moralistic lately, but who can dislike this kind of reflection when it’s so beautiful?

(The ‘Ukiyo’ – ‘the floating world’ used to describe the urban lifestyle, especially the pleasure-seeking aspects, of Edo-period Japan (1600–1867).

From https://data.ukiyo-e.org/mfa/images/sc206467.jpg)

Embers: Book Review

I read this beautiful book as I was looking for more Hungarian treasures – missing the likes of Szabo and Szerb. Unfortunately, I’ve read the two books of Szabo translated into English  (and not knowing Hungarian, the others are off limits.) Got a Szerb: the Pendragon Legend  waiting for me now too.

Embers by Sandor Marai was a lovely gem. It is a languid read, being more about an elderly General, Henrik reflecting on how he has spent the latter part of his life separated from his best friend, Konrad. It is forty years since some event drove them apart and now he is coming to see him.

It is through a long drawn out conversation, which is definitely more of a monologue (on Henrik’s part) that we come to see what happened to cause their estrangement.

It is a peculiar style for a whole novel, but I would say its strength lies in the time, settings and sentiments that are conjured through the conversation.

In the castle Henrik has lived in his whole life is described as: “The castle was a closed world, like a great granite mausoleum full of the moldering bones of generations of men and women from earlier times, in their shrouds of slowly disintegrating gray silk or black cloth. it enclosed silence itself as if it were a prisoner persecuted for his beliefs, wasting away numbly, unshaven and in rags on a pile of musty rotting straw in a dungeon. It also enclosed memories as if they were the dead, memories that lurked in damp corners the way mushrooms, bats, rats, and beetles lurk in the mildewed cellars of old houses…”

“The castle was a closed world, like a great granite mausoleum full of the moldering bones of generations of men and women from earlier times, in their shrouds of slowly disintegrating gray silk or black cloth. It enclosed silence itself as if it were a prisoner persecuted for his beliefs, wasting away numbly, unshaven and in rags on a pile of musty rotting straw in a dungeon. It also enclosed memories as if they were the dead, memories that lurked in damp corners the way mushrooms, bats, rats, and beetles lurk in the mildewed cellars of old houses.”

Everything Marai describes is painted with poignancy and vividness. I loved the way Konrad spoke about the tropics and how the wet seeps into everything or the way Chopin’s music seems to tear apart the world as Henrik listens to his mother and friend playing the piano.

A stunning read.

Bran Castle in the Carpathian Mountains

(Image from http://www.yoshay.com/when-literature-meets-history/)

Book Review: White is For Witching


Oooooo….a birthday book from one of my lovely sisters and what a treat. Been meaning to try out a Helen Oyeyemi after reading some good reviews and I wasn’t disappointed. Devoured this in two sittings.

Set in a large house in Dover, the two main narrators are twins, Eliot and Miranda Silver, who are in their late teens. The prologue opens with a series of fractured narratives – where we learn the girl, Miranda is missing.

The characters are all painted vividly throughout this book and with each passing page, you want to lap up more. I found myself fascinated by each of the characters, where ordinary details usually passed over were lingered over by Oyeyemi. For instance, the father, Luc, who isn’t a major character in the book is still crystal clear in the reader’s mind. His introduction was:

“He wooed his wife with peach tarts he’d learnt from his pastry father. The peaches fused into the dough, with their skins intact, bittered and sweetened by burnt sugar…His fingers are ruined by too close and careless contact with the heat; the parts that touch each other when the hand is held out straight and flat, the skin there is stretched and speckled and shiny. Lily had never seen such hands. To her they seemed the most wonderful in all the world.”

And yes, it’s a story about food in part. The girl, Miranda suffers from the condition of Pica (eating things that aren’t food, such as chalk, soil, etc.)

But the most interesting aspect of the story is the way in which the house impacts on the family. We come to learn that it has done so over the course of generations of Silvers.

A little taster without spoiling hopefully:

“I am here, reading with you. I am reading this over your shoulder. I make your home home. I’m the Braille on your wallpaper that only your fingers can read – I tell you where you are. Don’t turn to look at me. I am only tangible when you don’t look at me.”

The Soucouyant, is said in folklore, to inhabit the flesh of an old woman who strips it off at night.

(Image from: veryoddthings.tumblr.com/post/65240426394/they-hide-in-the-dark-soucouyant-the)

Book Review: The Scarlet Thread

Thought I’d give this D.S.Murphy book a try as I wanted to read a little more in the Myth and Legend category of Amazon. (Technically my series that I’m releasing in March will be in this so I should be reading more from here). Although, it can be categorised as Urban Fantasy too so….

Anyways, I enjoyed bits of this. I’ll say some good things first. The heroine is painted well: Kaidance, a disillusioned teen girl, living in a kind of juvenile detention centre.

Quickly, we come to understand that she’s not a bad person, just that she’s got freaky powers that led her parents to put her in here unjustly. (Going to add here – I think there was a little too much backstory drawn out in the first two chapters to do with this, which halted the momentum of the story.)

I particularly liked the first meeting/interaction between Kaidance and Puriel.

“Before I could stop him he licked his thumb and brushed it against my cheek to wipe away the blood…That’s when I saw the stars. I thought I might have blacked out. My vision was filled with millions of them, whole galaxies, everything converging together into one blinding light, and then nothingness. Just empty, black void.”

I’ve been looking a lot at first meetings between the love interests in YA Fantasy books and I thought this was nicely handled. It also alluded to the vast, mind-boggling world Kaidance will soon find herself in.

Okay, other than that I found the next bit – when they get to a kind of house/training camp way too Percy Jackson-esque and the characters (stroppy, antagonistic girl), (hot, nymphomaniac guy)  a bit of a cop out. I’m definitely up for using the Greek Gods and their well-known characters as a foundation to build a character, but not to find anything unique and different in them is disappointing.

Lastly, I’d say it was a great pity that it was only part one of the story. The way it ends mid-battle scene is…unfulfilling.

Checking out D.S.Murphy’s stuff  – I’ve seen that he has a lot of useful info about self-publishing, promoting your book and other useful stuff. So definitely worth having a look at if you’re considering self-publishing.

Courtesy of: https://southridgeblog.com/2014/04/16/the-scarlet-thread-part-3-john-316/

Book Review: Disgrace

Disgrace by J.M.Coetzee has sat, untouched by my bed for at least the last two months. Shameful….disgraceful you might say (or I would). Such an interesting and insightful book that when I finally picked it up I devoured it in just two sittings.

It tells the story of David Lurie, a Communications professor at the university of Cape Town. Shortly after the novel opens, David has an affair with one of his female students (something that we understand is not an uncommon occurrence for him). However, this time, the student files a complaint and David must face charges of harassment. At the hearing before his colleagues he is willing to admit he is guilty, but is unwilling to off any contrition. In turn he is forced to resign.

David ends up on his daughter’s farm in rural South Africa and it is here he comes to reflect on his past, with particular regard to his relationship and his treatment of women. Discussions with his daughter, Lucy lead David to re-evaluate his views on women. But it is only after he is attacked on the farm and his daughter is raped that David really begins to empathise with women. And in Lucy we are presented with a character at the opposite end of the scale from David. Lucy is willing to humble herself in an extreme manner as she believes that in this post-apartheid South Africa a life of humiliation is what she should settle for.

I read a few reviews on this novel that put forward that it was poorly executed, in that it was too moralistic, that the attack on Lucy is too much of a coincidence and is shoe-horned in to bring David to the revelation that his behaviour is the similar to the rapists. Or that it is too much that David goes back and has dinner with the father of the student he had an affair with, having a heart to heart with the man who should despise him. In one  someone said that David wasn’t even a believable character, more of a plot device.

Yes, this is a moralistic novel, but there’s nothing wrong with that. And was carried straight through the narrative. David’s voice is self-absorbed and cynical. He isn’t likeable, but he isn’t supposed to be.

The very opening line is strong in voice:

“For a man of his age, fifty-two, divorced, he has, to his mind, solved the problem of sex rather well.”

He says of his students. “He has long ceased to be surprised at the ignorance of his students. Post-Christian, posthistorical, postliterate, they might as well have been hatched from eggs yesterday.”

There is so much in this book to love – the character coming to terms with his identity as individual and father, as well as his sexuality within these parameters. Questions about power and subjugation, about pride and humility, and how all these things affect a person’s humanity.


Book Review: Pure

Pure by Julianna Baggott was recommended to me by my brother ages ago – finally got round to reading it. A YA Dystopian novel that is definitely unique. The story takes place after a nuclear detonation and features a world where some survivors are living in a Dome, shielded from the detonations, whilst the others are victims living outside and bear the marks of the detonations.

It is this grizzly world on the outside that is captured so well that captivates: people have become fused with objects (one of the main characters, Pressia has a doll head fused over her hand). This new world becomes more horrific with people fused to animals, to the earth and to one another. It’s the fantastic world-building that keeps you reading and is its greatest strength.

On the downside, I found that telling the story from so many viewpoints weakened the story and I wanted to get back to the MCs Pressia and Partridge. Another issue was that I felt that there was a lot of backstory interjected about how the world used to be, which slowed down the pace and to my mind was unnecessary at certain times. Okay, last annoyance I’m going to mention is that the threat/antagonist (I’m not going to ruin it by saying what it is) becomes all too knowing and far-reaching. I felt the antagonist cheapened itself and the whole story because of this.

I want to say lastly that I found the way Pressia was schooled by her grandfather in how it was in the past very touching. There’s a lovely poignancy built up in some of the contrasts to the present with what used to be. For instance OSR, who control and govern the people outside the dome take part in death sprees now and then, killing those they hunt down. The sound of this deadly game conjures up this thought in Pressia:

“Her grandfather refers to the different chants as bird calls, each one supposedly distinctive.”

A good read on account of the unique and fascinating world building.

(Image from http://elfinal-delahistoria.blogspot.co.uk/)


Book Review: You Are Not a Stranger Here


I recently read Adam Haslett’s debut collection of short stories, ‘You Are Not a Stranger Here’ released in 2002. I read this article, ‘The Perpetual Solitude of the Writer’ on the Literary Hub about the mindset of the writer and found Haslett’s take on it very interesting, hence trying his book.

So glad I did. There are interesting and varied narrators in this collection. The themes and ideas aren’t that varied – such as mental illness, sexuality, loss, but they are explored in depth.

Some of my favourite parts were the way a Bruegel painting in ‘The Good Doctor’ becomes so alive, but sinister because of the story relayed around it. There are some supernatural/inexplicable tales in this volume too, which were interesting. In ‘Divination’ we experience the strange with the main character in alls its subtlety:

“It had stilled a part of Samuel’s mind he’d never realised hd been moving. A tiny ball in the middle of his brain had spun to a halt. It scared him. He’d always thought fear would be something fast, a thing that pushed you forwards.”

My favourite though was ‘The Volunteer’ in seeing the world through the eyes of Elizabeth, where her family’s history collides with her present in such an intense and disturbing way.

“Elizabeth begged for the doctor to give her something to blunt the vicious pain in her abdomen. In the moments of reprieve, she’d open her eyes and from the walls of her bedroom see the dead generations staring down at her: daguerreotypes of gaunt women and Simian-faced men, stiff as iron in Sunday black, posed as if to meet their maker.”

(Image from http://www.gettyimages.co.uk/)

Book Review: The Art of Fiction

A little while ago I went on Curtis Brown’s 6 week online novel writing course. (A bit of CPD that kept me busy for some time and helped me get the oomph back into developing ideas, but in a more structured way to how I’ve previously written.) I would thoroughly recommend the six week Curtis Brown novel course to anyone thinking about it. Great resources, exercises and a lovely platform to share work with other writers. I think the last one is key, and I feel very lucky to have met so many talented and dedicated writers that I will stay in touch with. We have already started another private forum for the purposes of critiquing one another’s work and to keep each other motivated.

One of the lovely people in our group shared a link to a free open university writing group recently so if you don’t fancy doing a paid one, I would join such a writers’ group for the purposes of critiquing. It truly is invaluable the support and advice that such a group provides.

I wanted to leave a little praise for this book ‘The Art of Fiction’ by David Lodge too. I read this shortly after finishing the CB course. One of the modules was on reading as a writer, which of course is essential as a writer. Indeed, it’s one of the things I used to fuss about – am I reading enough, how many books should I aim to read a month, am I reading enough to be developing as a writer? Phwah! No need to overdo things…there are plenty of people out there to point you in the right direction. And Lodge is one of them.

This book, written by Lodge, both a fiction writer and academic of English and American literature gives you a helping hand. From topic to topic with examples from novels, he showcases techniques and styles. He is informative and humorous so doesn’t feel heavy, but enjoyable to analyse. It has given me more books to add to my list with techniques and styles to focus on too, which I look forward to applying.

A few examples of the kinds of thing he covers. There’s a passage on commonplace topics like point of view, introducing characters and stream of consciousness. There are also insightful case studies of suspense, titles, names, ideas, intertextuality and much more.

A particular favourite was the passage on Suspense with Hardy’s ‘A Pair of Blue Eyes’ (1873) to showcase the history of suspense and its use in the novel. In it we see Hardy’s character, Henry Knight whilst in pursuit of his runaway hat slip down a cliff. Hence the term cliffhanger we use today originates from here where Knight is left suspended (literally) from a cliff.

(Image courtesy of http://www.stuff.co.nz/)

Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert: Book Review

I tried this a few months ago after I had been reading a lot of commercial fiction (YA Fantasy generally). I didn’t keep reading because it felt so slow to get into at the time, think Thackery or Dickens, just a bit to much for my current mood. It definitely shows the importance to read what you want when the mood strikes. Saying that, this time around, reading this book was a joy.

We (eventually) meet Emma (who becomes Madame Bovary when she marries) and it is fascinating to watch her life unfold. It is a book about expectations, anticipation and our perception and internal dialogue with ourselves. At first Emma’s character struck me as something like Austen’s Marianne Dashwood, always seeking violent emotions, drawn to the extremes.

“Accustomed to the tranquil side of nature, she sought the dramatic in its stead. She loved the sea only for its storms, and the green grass only when it grew in patches among ruins. She had to derive a kind of personal profit from things, and rejected, as useless, anything that did not contribute directly to her heart’s gratification – for her temperament was sentimental rather than artistic, and she longed for emotion, not scenery.”

She is a character in love with the idea of love. It leads her to marriage, to an affair, to spending excessively and, of course, eventually, to ruin.

When she finally concedes to having an affair there is a luscious, descriptive paragraph of the countryside. Her actions have changed it and she perceives herself as changed.

“Evening shadows were falling, the sun, low in the sky, shone through the branches, dazzling her eyes. Here and there, all round her, in the foliage and on the ground were shimmering patches of light, as if hummingbirds had scattered their plumage as they flew past. All was silent; a mellow sweetness seemed to be coming from the trees; she could feel her heart beginning to beat agin and the blood flowing through her body like a river of milk. Then she heard in the distance, from the other side of the wood, on those other hills, a vague, long drawn-out cry, a voice that seemed to linger in the air, and she listened to in silence, as it blended like a melody with the last vibrations of her tingling nerves.”

Even when she falls into ruin, coming close to madness, Emma hangs onto her deeply-rooted belief in love.

“She stood there utterly stupefied, aware of her own existence, only in the throbbing of her arteries, which she thought she could hear outside herself, resonating through the countryside with a defining music…she was still confused, for she had no recollection of the reason for her horrible state, the problem of money. She was suffering purely through love, and at the thought of it she felt her soul slipping out from her body – just as the wounded, in dying, feel their life slipping away through their bleeding wounds.”

Madame Bovary is a brilliant testament to the way we all perceive our lives with unique perceptions and internal dialogues that can never be fully known to others. I see it as homage to the fact that often an idea is more beautiful than the thing itself. So too, that in some ways there is far more life going on within an individual’s mind than in the real world, and that life can be a pale comparison to the vibrant world of the imagination.

(Screenshot from the 2014 film, Madame Bovary, starring Mia Wasikowska)




The Creative Penn and Desecration by J.F.Penn: Book Review

Just to start off with – I am going to extol Penn’s virtues as a talented author (in particular as she’s an independent author and has self-published her books). As well as publishing fiction, thrillers mostly, and a series with a paranormal twist, she publishes books on writing and independently publishing and marketing them. This author is a true inspiration to anyone who might be thinking about making the step into independent publishing. (Okay, that’s my little writer crush over, but seriously if you want any tips on doing any of the above – check out her website TheCreativePenn because she ensures all her work is produced to a professional standard and happily shares so many tips of making a go of it in this industry).

I am currently looking at getting my Arete trilogy out independently and I know Penn’s books, videos and whatever other format she releases her tips in, are going to guide me along the way. Another recommendation of Penn’s for independent authors is to join ALLI – The Alliance of Independent Authors, which I will be doing when I get things polished up in the final manuscript and off to an editor. A very quick run down of my process over the next little while is: finish redrafting last book in series, ‘Rites of Passage’, research and employ an independent content editor, copy-editor, proofreader, making changes from these, get out to beta-readers, get cover designer, decide on marketing strategy. Easy bit – boom – PUBLISH! I’ll be coming up with a cost plan soon and will be able to share a timescale. I will be updating and sharing along the way on this journey and hopefully get some tips that may prove useful to other writers out there.

Onto Penn’s book: Desecration! Although I’ve been following Penn as the Creative Penn a while, I hadn’t read any of her fiction yet. I chose Desecration (The London Psychic Series) as it had the supernatural/fantasy slant to the thriller and thought it would likely be the series I would prefer. I wasn’t wrong! What a fantastic read!

It’s not just that it’s fast-paced, lots of mystery and conflict throughout, but that her prose and the summation of her characters is beautiful, and has a lot of depth to it.

It starts in the Huntarian Museum, in the Royal College of Surgeons. The museum has a collection of specimens on human anatomy. In the very opening chapter a woman is murdered at at the museum, the collection providing a suitably garish and disturbing backdrop. Next we meet Jamie, a detective in the Metropolitan police, who is tasked with solving the woman’s murder, which in its surgical nature seems to be connected to the setting where it was carried out.

We go with Jamie on her journey to find the killer, from the West End where we meet some of London’s wealthiest aristocrats to East London, with artisans and artists. There are more gruesome scenes with plastination as art (where the water and fats in a cadaver are replaced with plastics to create a body that can be preserved and displayed). We also get an insight into the world of extreme body modification. Both subjects provide tension and interest to the developing story and characters, but Penn also delves deeper into these subjects. She asks questions about the body as art, about the right of the dead and about the living’s relationship with them.

I won’t give anything else away! Just know that it is a thrilling and thought-provoking read.

(Plastinated heart with pulmonary arteries and veins from Body Worlds)



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