Five recent reads

I’m going to take a little break from blogging, as the next couple of weeks are quite hectic – but before I go, here are five books I’ve read recently (or, in one case, not that recently) to leave you with…

A Map of the Sky: Amazon.co.uk: Wong, Claire: 9781782642695: BooksA Map of the Sky by Claire Wong
Claire and I are friends from church, so I was really excited when her first novel The Runaway was published. It took me a while to read her next, A Map of the Sky (2019) but I finally did back in February, and promptly forgot to write about it. But it’s really good! Kit is an 11-year-old boy who is taken with his family to a remote coastal village in the north of England. It’s not clear if it’s a holiday, a move, or a sort of exile – and why is his dad not with them?

Kit loves adventure stories, and decides to tackle the whole thing as an adventure. The other people living in the guesthouse offer clues, willingly or unwillingly, knowingly or unknowingly – particularly Beth, who is confined to the guesthouse with a chronic illness that Kit doesn’t really understand. But he uses her memories of the area to try and put together a map, which might help unlock the secrets of the summer. I loved the portrait of Beth, sensitive and well-researched (and I know at least one mutual friend of ours helped ensure that there was realism, though Beth is a fictional character rather than a reflection of any one individual). And Kit is a compelling character – excited, unsure, hemmed in by adults making decisions and thinking children don’t need to be informed. It’s interesting that Claire Wong’s first two protagonists are children – I’d be interested to read her with an adult hero or heroine.

The Exquisite Halo by Josephine Tey
A novel Tey wrote under a pseudonym, and not a detective novel – it’s a curious sort of fable (‘a fable without a moral’ is the subtitle) filled with Wildean witticisms and, indeed, Wildean characters. I really enjoyed reading it, but it is featherweight and definitely a minor work. Curiously, the POD edition I read has some very curious and largely irrelevant images along the way. A horrible pie, a German kitchen, some mountains, a bus. It was fun waiting to see what anomaly would come along next.

A Sky Painted Gold - a gloriously sun-drenched coming-of-age story for fans  of THE GREAT GATSBY : Wood, Laura: Amazon.co.uk: BooksA Sky Painted Gold by Laura Wood
I loved A Snowfall of Silver by Laura Wood, which I read towards the end of last year – and immediately went and bought another couple of Wood’s books. A Snowfall of Silver is actually a sequel to A Sky Painted Gold (2018), though it doesn’t really matter which you read first, as the focus is on a different sister. Louise (Lou) lives in the middle of nowhere in Cornwall in 1929, part of a large and artistic family, and is mourning the loss of her sister and best friend. Loss, that is, because Alice has just got married. Lou can’t see what Alice sees in her husband, who appears to be an ordinary, unexciting Cornishman.

She is much more interested in the Cardew House – a mansion on an island, to which she often swims, just to roam the rooms, steal the apples, and read the Agatha Christies. The family aren’t around, so nobody notices. Until… they are. Robert – the handsome, stern 20-something son of the house – discovers her mid-apple-steal. Soon Lou is caught up in a world of rich bohemian people, who are interested in her because she is different. Among them are Robert’s sister, Robert’s fiancée, and Robert’s fiancée’s handsome brother. (But if you think she won’t ultimately end up with Robert, then you’re new to books.)

I didn’t love it as much as A Snowfall of Silver, perhaps because the theatrical stuff in that one really appealed to me, but it was still a frothy delight from beginning to end. And gorgeous cover.

Sidesplitter by Phil Wang
Phil Wang is a comedian I know through his Taskmaster appearance (man, I love Taskmaster), and my friend Malie recommended I try his memoir. Well, he’s keen to say it’s not a memoir, while also acknowledging that it more or less is. Wang spent the first 16 years of his life in Malaysia and has lived since in the UK (where, to add to the tapestry, he was born). His dad is Malaysian; his mum is white British. And the book is about what it’s like to grow up with this mix of identities – never feeling, he says, quite at home in either country. He writes about race, food, romance, media etc etc. And it is also extremely funny, as well as making a lot of interesting and often moving points. I listened to him reading the audiobook, and he’s a hoot.

Iphigenia in Forest Hills: Anatomy of a Murder Trial: Amazon.co.uk:  Malcolm, Janet: 9780300181708: BooksIphigenia in Forest Hills by Janet Malcolm
What’s the opposite of a frothy delight? This! Malcolm is always searingly brilliant in anything she writes, and Iphigenia in Forest Hills: Anatomy of a Murder Trial (2011) is no different. I was a little stymied by not knowing who Iphigenia was or where Forest Hills are, but doubtless you’re better educated on these matters than I am. Essentially, Malcolm looks at all the ins and outs of a (real) murder trial, where a woman is charged with murdering her estranged husband. Along the way, it becomes much more complex – and a lot has to do with a biased judge in a previous court case about child custody, the fact that lawyers acting on behalf of the child don’t have to take the child’s wishes into account, and another judge who is very clearly dismissing evidence that is central to the case.

Malcolm’s interviews are always piercing, getting people to say far more than they might wish. She doesn’t claim to be writing objective non-fiction, and her voice is clear and present throughout – which is exactly how I like it. If you already love and admire Malcolm’s writing, this is another great example. If you want something kinder, less subjective, more reportage – maybe not for you. For me, she can do no wrong, but I certainly wouldn’t have wanted to be interviewed by her.

Brat Farrar by Josephine Tey

Brat Farrar: Amazon.co.uk: Tey, Josephine: 9780099536840: BooksMy old housemate, and dear friend, Kirsty has three abiding passions: dogs, lexicography, and talking about how great Josephine Tey is. It was she who gave me a copy of Brat Farrar (1949) last year, as part of a lovely package to cheer during lockdown, and I suspect it was me who got my book group to read it. It definitely came up during our discussion of Daphne du Maurier’s brilliant novel The Scapegoat, because the premise is very similar. (In most years, The Scapegoat would have been among my best reads – but 2020 had some truly brilliant reads.)

Brat Farrar is the lead character of the novel – yes, it is a name, and an almost wilfully terrible one. What a bad title! I wonder why she did it? Anyway, he meets a man who tells him he is a doppelganger for a neighbour called Simon Ashby. As it happens, Simon’s twin brother went missing when he was 13, seven years earlier. A suicide note was found, but his body has never been identified – one washed up that was assumed to be him, but it was beyond recognition. So Brat is persuaded to go back and pretend to be the missing Patrick – and, as the older twin by a few minutes, inherit the family wealth. Speaking as an older twin by a few minutes… I wish.

Brat is a nice man, and isn’t particularly swayed by the idea of an inheritance – what really gets him is the idea that he’ll get to work with a whole stableful of premium horses. Brat is an orphan (his name is a corruption of St Bartholomew’s Orphanage) and has made his way in the world through being on a ranch in America. Man, he loves horses almost as much as Josephine Tey thinks the reader loves horses.

It’s an intriguing set up, if one is willing to suspend disbelief, and I always am for some sort of coincidental premise. It’s the less vital parts of the puzzle that left me slightly more incredulous – for instance, Patrick’s family don’t seem that bothered about his return from the dead. They react in the way I might if I saw someone I hadn’t expect to see for another month or two. Patrick’s aunt and guardian, Bea, is a delightful character – wise, kind, very mildly dry – and I loved her, but she is representative of the whole family in her fairly lukewarm response. I suppose one can’t spend half the book with people fainting from surprise, but still. Anyway, they’re all pleased to see him and immediately taken in – except for the twin, Simon, who is rather stand-offish and the last to be convinced that Brat is Patrick.

It’s very interesting to read about, but there isn’t much tension. It suffers from comparison with du Maurier’s The Scapegoat, which is better in many ways but particularly the feeling that everything could crumble at any point. Because we know the truth of his identity from the outset, and never seriously suspect that Brat’s cover will be blown (he has been immaculately coached by the family friend), we aren’t left very gripped. It’s entertaining to read, but bizarrely unsuspenseful for a mystery novelist.

And then, lordy me, the horses. Perhaps the most interesting character is that christened ‘Timber the murder horse’ by my book group – he has killed a man by smacking him into a tree, and his one wish in life is to do it more people. I enjoyed reading about him, and Tey really gets into the limited psyche of a horse. Where I started skimming was at a race or showjumping or something, where there are pages and pages and pages of descriptions of horses and their style and pedigree and all sorts. Just leave horses alone, guys.

Brat Farrar was left me in the strange position of really enjoying reading it, but having piles and piles of caveats. None of those are Tey’s writing style, which is excellent. It’s one of those cases where there is the kernel of a much better book at the heart of a good book. Perhaps that kernel turned into The Scapegoat?