Good Omens for World Book Night 2012

Good Omens book coverHad some good news just before the weekend – I’ve been selected as a giver for this year’s World Book Night! Not only that, but I was also lucky enough to get my first choice of book to give away: Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman’s Good Omens.

I am massively excited about this – even though I do feel a bit spoilt for getting picked as a giver two years running! Last year, I gave away Margaret Atwood’s The Blind Assassin, one of my all-time favourite books. I feel enormously privileged to get the chance to give away yet another of my all-time favourite books! (yes, I am also starting to wonder just how many all-time favourite books I have… quite a lot I think. How many am I allowed?)

I first read Good Omens as a teenager, when I’d devoured all of Terry Pratchett’s Discworld books and was looking for anything else he’d written. I hadn’t heard of this Neil Gaiman chap at the time, but having recently got quite into his books too I’d rather like to re-read Good Omens, just to see if I can guess which bits Gaiman wrote and which bits were Pratchett’s – I quite like doing that with co-written books!

I haven’t decided yet where I’m going to give my books away. Last year I went through various transport links, handing books out to commuters – which worked well in train stations, but less well in Manchester Airport where I managed to cause a minor security incident (I had called them in advance and been told it was fine but apparently my message didn’t get through! Was all sorted out quite quickly though, and I gave a few copies away to the security staff, so it was all good). I’d like to try something different this year. I’d really like to try and take some books to patients at my local hospital. That was actually my original plan last year, but I gave up on it in the end as I couldn’t get hold of anyone at the hospital to find out if they would allow me to do that, and where would be best to go. I will try to get in touch with them again this year – and if not, I’ll just have to think of something else to try!

Anyone else taking part in World Book Night this year? Where are you planning to give away your books?

Marie Stopes and the Sexual Revolution: What makes a feminist icon?

Marie Stopes book coverWho decides who gets to be a feminist icon? Is being a woman who achieved something awesome enough? I guess not… Exhibit A: Margaret Thatcher. Perhaps the criteria is to have done something awesome whilst simultaneously helping other women? If so, why haven’t I heard more about Marie Stopes?

I knew the name of course – any pro-choice feminist will surely recognise the name of the well-known family planning organisation. But I knew absolutely nothing about her. That’s why, a year or so ago, I picked up a second-hand copy of a book titled Marie Stopes and the Sexual Revolution. I wasn’t looking for something on her specifically – honestly, it had never even occurred to me to find out anything about her – but I spotted the title and it made me want to know who she actually was.

I’m not a big reader of biographies, or non-fiction generally, so the book languished on the shelf for a long time. Once or twice I even picked it off the shelf, fully intending to read it, before being lured away by the seductive whispers of all the fiction on my shelves. I finally decided to pick it up and read it last week, as part of my Mount TBR challenge.

I usually find biographies a bit of a chore, which is probably why I put this one off for so long, but Marie Stopes and the Sexual Revolution is anything but. Dr Stopes had a fascinating life. A doctor of paleobotany (the study of plant fossils), she spent her early life travelling around the world, travelling to Japan on a scientific mission in the early 1900s when such travel by an unaccompanied woman was unheard of, and even volunteering to accompany Captain Scott on his expedition to Antarctica to collect more fossils (he turned her down). After earning her PhD from the University of Munich, she subsequently earned a DSc from University College London, the youngest person in Britain to have done so. She was also the first female academic of the University of Manchester.

Despite her formidable academic achievements, she made her name in a subject quite outside of her field of expertise: birth control and female sexuality. She wrote a book called Married Love, inspired by her own experiences of her first marriage: her husband was (probably) impotent, but as a well-brought-up young woman who had never had any kind of sex education, she was unaware of the mechanics of sex and thus it was several years before she realised that the marriage was unconsummated (it was later annulled for this reason). There is some controversy as to whether she was in fact as ignorant as she claimed – there are some letters from the time implying that she offered contraceptive advice to a chaplain she’d met on her travels, so she must have known at least something about how it was supposed to work, if only from her scientific studies – but she always maintained that it was her unhappy experience as a “virgin wife” that inspired her to write Married Love.

The book took a long time to be published, as few publishers would take a risk on a subject most deemed to be obscene. When it eventually was published, shortly before the first world war, it caused a sensation. The book contained frank, honest descriptions of what sex actually involved: a topic rarely discussed, even among the medical profession; and that most young women, and many men, entered marriage almost entirely ignorant of. It was most radical for arguing that women also had sexual desires, equal to those of men – something that is still occasionally disputed today!

“Marie had produced the first book about sex technique for women. In it she had dared to stake a claim for female sexuality, for women’s sexual needs and sexual rights. Her views challenged the centuries of prejudice and superstition and the accretions of religious teaching which saw women’s bodies and women’s attractions as desirable but also dirty and corrupting…No less important was her advice to young husbands…at a time when husbands would still demand ‘marital rights’ without considering their wives feelings.”

The book sold in enormous quantities, despite disapproval from many quarters:

“[girls] were to be protected from any guilty knowledge. Sex among the poor was seen as particularly dangerous, and high-minded women…regarded it as their duty to save and protect poor women from the lust of men and the depravity of sex”.

Married Love contained only a few pages on the topic of birth control – Dr Stopes was a firm believer that women should be able to control how many children they had, but birth control at the time was incredibly difficult to access, due to ignorance in the medical profession (doctors were rarely trained in such matters) and religious prejudice against the idea. When, after publication, she was deluged with letters from women desperate for advice on how to limit the sizes of their families, Dr Stopes realised the need for further campaigning in this area. She published a book called Wise Parenthood, detailing techniques of birth control – the title was deliberately chosen as she realised that to make birth control acceptable and respectable, she had to put the focus on planning for wanted children, rather than avoiding unwanted children. She also targeted the book very specifically at married women, insisting that it was not to be sold to unmarried women, partly as a way to avoid the accusation that she was encouraging consequence-free promiscuity.

Dr Stopes campaigned for years to make birth control acceptable and widely available, eventually founding the Marie Stopes birth control clinic along with her husband, Humphrey Verdon Roe. Although today, Marie Stopes International provides abortions alongside other family planning services, it is notable that Marie Stopes herself was strongly opposed to abortion.

If her lifetime fighting for women’s rights to control their own fertility wasn’t enough, there was one passage in the book that cemented her status as Feminist Icon for me. Here is a letter she wrote, in response to people’s confusion over what to call her once she had married:

“In the first place, notwithstanding my marriage, my legal name is Marie C Stopes. As I have been for some time, and still am entitled to the courtesy title of ‘Doctor’ the situation is relieved of any difficulty regarding the application of either ‘Mrs’ or ‘Miss’ to that name. Privately, for the few friends who cannot escape the bonds of custom, I add the name of my husband by hyphen – Stopes-Gates. This name we also use when he and I wish to stand coupled on any occasion.

“When a woman marries, it is commonly the custom for her to take her husband’s name…in the eyes of the law she makes this change voluntarily…I have taken the necessary steps to retain my own name as my legal one…and it is also the name I use in all my scientific work. It is, in short, my real name.”

The date of that letter? 1911. Nineteen-fricking-eleven, people. Women couldn’t even vote then. Also, as someone who has occasionally toyed with the idea of getting a PhD purely so I could have a snarky answer for people who ask if I am “Miss or Mrs” (it’s Ms, thank you!), I completely love her snide reference to “difficulty regarding the application of either ‘Mrs’ or ‘Miss’”.

So, that’s my argument for Marie-Stopes-as-feminist-icon. Now for the argument against.

First, she held a number of abhorrent views. She was an advocate of eugenics (she even sent a copy of one of her books to Hitler, one month before the second world war broke out), and her crusade for birth control was in part motivated by a desire to stop the “lower classes” from over-breeding. I don’t mean to imply that that’s all it was about – it’s clear from her writings that she was deeply moved by the plight of women ground down from having given birth to child after child that they could not afford to feed – but there is an unpleasant undercurrent of eugenics running through her work.

She was also, by the sounds of things, quite an unpleasant person. As with many people of exceptionally high intelligence, she had very little modesty or tact. The biography is littered with extracts from staggeringly condescending and insulting letters she wrote to colleagues that she considered intellectually inferior. Although I thought the biography went out of its way a little to stress just what a nasty woman she could be – we don’t tend to hold male pioneers to such high standards of behaviour, after all – there were parts of the book that made quite uncomfortable reading. I was particularly struck by her treatment of the boys she attempted to adopt as brothers for her only child, Harry: she wanted several children but had Harry quite late in life, so wasn’t able to conceive a sibling for him. She adopted several boys for short periods, to “trial” them as brothers for her son, but always decided they weren’t good enough – not clever enough, not beautiful enough, not able to recite the alphabet flawlessly at the age of five (!) – so sent them back to whatever family or home she had adopted them from.

Although she was a pioneer of birth control in the UK, she deeply resented later organisations and individuals that tried to join her campaign, and refused to work with them. She thought that her work, and her organisation, should be the sole advocate of birth control, and saw other emerging organisations as competitors to her status as the leading expert on the subject. She was also dogmatic in her approach, to the point of continuing to advocate for particular forms of birth control that she considered best, in the face of increasing medical evidence against them. Dr Stopes was also incredibly paranoid: she wrote plays and poetry in addition to her scientific works, and was convinced that their lack of success was down to a Roman Catholic conspiracy against her, due to her work on birth control – she appeared to believe that Catholics controlled most of the British press and publishing houses at the time.

So, I’m a bit conflicted. Can a eugenicist, and a woman who refused out of personal vanity to work with others to further a common cause, really be considered a feminist icon? On the other hand, should we judge someone who achieved so much to improve women’s lives on the basis of some unfortunate views and her difficult personality? I’d be interested to hear what others think about this.

This book was a complete departure from my normal reading matter, but I am thoroughly glad I read it. It’s been fascinating to learn so much about a woman who’s name was so familiar, but whom I knew so little about (even her Wikipedia page is surprisingly sparse! Might have to add to that…)

And finally, just wanted to pull out one final quote from the biography that made me fall in love with Dr Stopes a little bit:

“[In 1947] Marie sent her book [Married Love] to the then Princess Elizabeth and Prince Philip as a wedding gift for them to read together. The lady-in-waiting , Margaret Plymouth, replied thanking the author for the gift ‘which Her Royal Highness is most pleased to accept’.”

Yep: Marie Stopes sent a book of sex tips to the future Queen. Gotta love her.

Why I love libraries

National Libraries Day logoToday is National Libraries Day. Unless you’ve been living in a cave, you’ll no doubt be aware that public libraries in the UK are under threat. As a voracious reader, book lover and regular library user, I’ve come to the radical conclusion that closing down public libraries is a Bad Thing. I’ve already been down to my public library today to show my support (and pick up a big stack of books to read!). Now that I’m safely home, warming up with a cup of tea and watching the snow fall outside, I thought I’d jot down a few thoughts here about what libraries mean to me.

Books!

Today's book haul: about £60 worth of books. Thank you, Kirklees Libraries!

I’ve always been a big reader. One of my earliest memories is of weekly trips to the library with my sisters – as my parents at the time were struggling to raise four of us on very limited income, there was no way they’d have been able to afford books for all of us. Through the local library, we were able to read to our hearts’ content, all for free. As I got older, I continued to make regular use of both my local libraries and school libraries.

Going into my teens, libraries took on another meaning for me, beyond simply a place to get books. Like many quiet, bookish teenagers, I was badly bullied at school. The school library became my sanctuary: somewhere I could go that was quiet and peaceful, had all the reading material I could possibly want, and sympathetic adults who didn’t make me feel like there was something odd about reading books I didn’t have to. As an aside, quite apart from the threats to public libraries, I’m also heartbroken at the thought of school libraries also under threat. I honestly don’t know how I’d have got through secondary school without my school library to retreat to. The library and librarian at my school made me feel less alone, guided me to fantastic new books and authors that opened my eyes to a wider world, and made my teenage years bearable. If you’re concerned about the plight of school libraries, I’d recommend having a look at the Heart of the School blog, as well as CILIP’s Shout About campaign.

Of course, I still used my public library in those days too! Although I was fortunate to grow up in a house full of books, the library let me discover new authors and books I wouldn’t have picked up at home. I discovered several of my favourite authors at the library. I remember once seeing a boy I had a crush on, browsing the SF & Fantasy shelves in our local library. At the time, this was a genre I had completely neglected. I wandered over, casually, and picked up a book by the same author he was looking at – some chap I’d never heard of, called Terry Pratchett. The book was Maskerade, and I started reading the first couple of pages, looking out of the corner of my eye to see if the boy had noticed. The more I read, the less I was aware of my surroundings – until I finally looked up, blinking, and realised that the boy was long gone and I’d read nearly a quarter of the book while standing there. Nothing ever happened with the boy, but that was the beginning of my lifelong love-affair with Terry Pratchett! Pratchett’s Discworld was my gateway drug to SFF fiction – once I’d read my way through all the Discworld books at the library, I’d lost my fear of the SFF section and went on to discover, there in the library, authors as varied as Tom Holt, Anne McCaffrey, Philip K Dick and Isaac Asimov.

As an adult, libraries are essential to me for feeding my book habit without bankrupting myself! Today, the stack of books I took home from the library would have set me back more than £60 if I’d had to buy them all instead. And without the library, would I be able to sample as many different books as I do, or would I be tempted to stick to only what I already knew? Books aren’t cheap – I’m much happier to take a risk on a book I don’t know if I’ll like if I’ve borrowed it from the library, than if I’ve had to part with actual cash in order to read it.

I started this post by saying that I’d made a trip to the library today in support of National Libraries Day. To tell the truth, National Libraries Day had little to do with it – I’m in the library most weekends anyway. Even if I’m not really looking for anything to read, there’s something about the presence of lots of books that I find oddly soothing. And while I am well aware that libraries offer more than just books, that is still what they’re about for me. There is nothing I enjoy more than wandering around stacks of books, picking the odd one up and wondering what kind of world it might transport me to. Would I still read if there were no libraries? Well, of course, but I can’t help but think how much poorer the experience would be. And besides, this isn’t just about me. I was incredibly lucky to grow up in a literate household and to have my love of reading encouraged, but many millions of children don’t have that luxury: according to the National Literacy Trust, a massive 1 in 3 children do not own a book. That figure absolutely staggers me. And if we don’t have well-stocked, well-funded and staffed public and school libraries, how are these children ever going to discover the simple pleasures of reading?

National Libraries Day: Use It, Love It, Join It!

Book review: The Broken Token, Chris Nickson

Broken Token book coverWell, it’s not even the end of January yet and I’ve already broken my self-imposed rule about only reading books that were already on my TBR pile (unless they’re for book club). That resolution lasted for less than three weeks. Still, that’s actually longer than I thought I’d manage…

Still, if I was going to break that rule, I’m glad I did so for The Broken Token. This is the debut novel by Chris Nickson, and the first in a series of crime novels. The third novel in the series, The Constant Lovers, has just been published, and I heard from Leeds Book Club that there was a launch event at Leeds library in February, so I thought I’d have a read of an earlier book in the series to see if it was something that was likely to catch my interest. I really should have picked up one of Chris Nickson’s books before – he’s a bit of a favourite of Leeds Book Club’s, and has contributed several short stories to the group’s blog, which I had read and been quite impressed by.

The synopsis for The Broken Token grabbed me right away. Crime fiction, you say? Historical crime fiction? Set in a lovingly-researched 18th century Leeds, the city I work in (and that one half of my family originally hails from)? Yes please! The Broken Token follows Richard Nottingham, constable of Leeds, as he tries to solve a series of murders that have hit him a little too close to home. As a crime novel, it is incredibly successful – it kept me guessing right up until the end, and there were a few genuinely shocking twists along the way. However, it is in the portrayal of 18th century city life that the book really shines. If you know Leeds at all, the vivid portrait of the city that Nickson paints makes the book an absolute delight to read. Even if you don’t know the city, his realistic portrayal of the struggle for existence in an industrial city is absorbing, detailed and realistic.

The characters were also very well written – Nottingham and his deputy, Sedgwick, are both very likeable, relatable characters. I would be interested to see if some of the background characters, such as Nottingham’s family, are developed any further in the two further books in the series, as I thought they had potential to be a lot more interesting than they were. Which isn’t to say that they weren’t interesting – I would have just like to know a bit more about them.

I would highly recommend this to anyone who enjoys historical and/or crime fiction. Very much looking forward to reading the next two books in the series!

Verdict: 4/5

Book review: The Radleys, Matt Haigh

The Radleys book coverThis book was completely not what I was expecting. I picked it up last year in a book sale, recognising it as a title my big sister had mentioned, in passing, as being quite a good read. This is the blurb:

Life with the Radleys: Radio 4, dinner parties with the Bishopthorpe neighbours and self-denial. Loads of self-denial. But all hell is about to break loose. When teenage daughter Clara gets attacked on the way home from a party, she and her brother Rowan finally discover why they can’t sleep, can’t eat a Thai salad without fear of asphyxiation and can’t go outside unless they’re smothered in Factor 50. With a visit from their lethally louche uncle Will and an increasingly suspicious police force, life in Bishopthorpe is about to change. Drastically.

…which I managed to read as “They look like a normal family! But actually, they’re vampires! Hilarity and wacky consequences ensue!” That, and the quotes on the cover from Vogue and the Daily Mail pronouncing it to be “great fun” and “addictive” led me to believe that this would be a kind of black-comedy chick-lit, with vampires. That was… not quite the case.

First off, I have to say I did enjoy this book. The tone was just not what I was expecting, which threw me. I wouldn’t describe it as black comedy after all – although there were a few lines that made me smile (the part where Will is reminiscing about his and Peter’s parents, and “the time they brought a freshly killed department store Santa Claus home for their midnight Christmas feast”, stood out as a wonderfully vicious throwaway line), the tone overall was surprisingly serious. I couldn’t quite decide whether the writer wanted you to take the book seriously, or if it was just meant as a parody of the current craze for vampire novels. Apart from the fact of their being vampires, the Radleys are portrayed as a fairly stock “dysfunctional family” – the bullied son, the self-conscious daughter, and the husband and wife stuck in a loveless marriage and gradually drifting apart from each other. None of the characters exactly had tons of depth, but I wouldn’t expect that from a light read like this. They were all quite likeable, particularly the son, Rowan, who reminded me a bit of a vampire Adrian Mole.

I found the uncle, Will, a practising vampire (i.e. he still kills people, unlike the rest of the abstaining Radleys) the most interesting character in the book. Haig pulls off the unlikely feat of making this cold-blooded murderer seem like quite a decent bloke, sympathetic even – for most of the book, at least. The descriptions of, and references to, his killings were much more graphic and brutal than I had expected – not a bad thing at all though, I like my vampires vicious!

This book attempts a tricky balancing act between gentle suburban dysfunctional family tropes on the one hand, and proper bloody horror on the other, and almost succeeds. The thing that let it down for me really was the ending, which I found a bit unsatisfying: it felt far too contrived for me, too neat. That’s a small criticism though for a book that otherwise, I thoroughly enjoyed reading.

And hey, look: I managed to write a whole review of a vampire novel without referring to it as “a story with real bite” or “a book to sink your teeth into”!

Verdict: 3/5

2012 Reading Resolutions

Inspired by both Avid Reader and World Book Night, I’m writing some reading resolutions for 2012. Tad late I know, but better late than never!

For 2012 I solemnly resolve to:

1. Stop reading books I’m not enjoying

This means both being prepared to give up on books I’ve started but can’t get into, and stop starting books that I know I won’t enjoy, just because I think I ought to read them!

On a related note…

2. Stop apologising for my taste in books

Here’s a confession: I hated Pride and Prejudice. Reading it was like wading through treacle. I’m generally not a fan of the “classics” – could never get on with Dickens, either. Perhaps that means I’m an utter philistine, but you know what – that doesn’t matter. I’ll read what I like, and be proud of it, and stop worrying what people will think of me when they find out my tastes run more towards sci-fi/fantasy than classic literature!

3. Give away more books

To book swaps, to friends, to random strangers, to charity shops… Share the joy!

4. Stop acquiring books and read the ones I’ve got

I cannot pass a bookshop or charity shop that sells books without going in for a rummage. Every time I see a book that looks even remotely interesting, I must have it. Result: I have piles and piles of books at home, some of which I’ve had for several years, that I still haven’t got around to reading. I’ve kind of already got this resolution covered with the Mount TBR reading challenge.

5. Read more non-fiction

This is sort of related to the above. I’m terrible for picking up non-fiction titles that look interesting, taking them home, then leaving them languishing on the shelf in favour of more exciting-looking fiction. I think I’ll prioritise my poor, unread non-fiction shelf this year!

Anyone else got any reading resolutions for this year?

Fun with stats! My 2011 reading by numbers

I’ve been recording everything I read for the past two years using LibraryThing, but have never really known what to do with all that info. Last week I stumbled across this blog post where someone had analysed their reading over the past few years. I don’t have quite as much data as that blogger, but I thought I’d have a crack at doing some analysis with what I do have. If you’re bored by numbers and charts (and why would you be??) skip to the end where I’ve listed some of my favourite/least favourite books of the year.

Number of books read

TotalsI read 63 books this year, just slightly down from the 66 I read in 2010, but still comfortably above the one book per week I’d always assumed was my average.

Male vs Female Authors

Male vs female authorsThis one surprised me a little bit. I thought I’d probably have read a few more male authors than female – partly because, historically speaking, more men than women have published books; and partly because I read a lot of genre fiction which I think tends to be more male-dominated. I really hadn’t expected it to be quite such a big gap! I don’t think I’ll deliberately “do” anything about this – I’m not about to start deliberately picking female authors over male, I’d rather just read what I fancy reading without thinking about who wrote it – but I think this is an interesting one to be conscious of.

Fiction vs Non-Fiction

Fiction vs Non-fictionNo surprises here! I rarely read non-fiction, I much prefer to get lost in a good story. Wouldn’t expect to see anything different next year either!

Source of Books

Source of reading materialIt’s quite pleasing to see that a good three-quarters of my reading material in 2011 was from free sources! I expect that the “library” chunk of the pie will shrink a bit in 2012, as I plan to spend most of the year whittling down my TBR mountain. I am making an exception for book club books though, so I expect most if not all of those will come from the library.

So, that’s all the data I have for now. That was interesting for me, anyway – sorry if anyone attempting to read this is now gnawing their own arm off out of boredom! Here’s some (hopefully) more interesting stuff (again, shamelessly stolen from the Reading Monk blog):

Books in 2011

1. Best Book of 2011: Tough call, but… Pigeon English

2. Worst Book of 2011: Highway (only just read this so its awfulness is fresh in my mind!)

3. Most Disappointing Book of 2011: Dead Until Dark. I had such high hopes, being a big fan of the True Blood TV series that is based on this, and was expecting similar silly, gory, sexy, so-bad-it’s-good fun. Disappointing.

4. Most Surprising (in a good way) Book of 2011: Catch-22. I’d expected to be a lot of things – angry, poetic, engaging – all of which it was; but I hadn’t expected it to also be oddly funny.

5. Book You Recommended the Most to People in 2011: The Hunger Games

6. Favourite New Authors Discovered in 2011: Ursula Le Guin, Virginia Woolf, George RR Martin (Ok, so they’re not “new” new, but they are new to me!)

7. Most Hilarious Read of 2011: Shades of Grey. It strikes me as I write this that I really haven’t read many funny books in 2011. That will have to be remedied in 2012!

8. Most Thrilling Unputdownable Read of 2011: The Hunger Games. Completely resented having to eat/sleep/go to work when I could have been reading this.

9. Favourite Cover of a Book You Read in 2011: The Sisters Brothers

11. Most Memorable Character of 2011: Katniss Everdeen (of course!)

12. Most Beautifully Written Book of 2011: The Great Gatsby

13. Book That Had the Greatest Impact on You in 2011: Reading Lolita in Tehran

14. Book You Can’t Believe You Waited Until 2011 to Read: Flowers for Algernon

Here’s to a 2012 filled with good books!

Book review: Highway, Donald O’Donovan

This was a free LibraryThing Early Review copy

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Highway book coverThe Smashwords blurb for this book promised “Highway is the road trip you always imagined but never took; mile after mile is marked with candid observations, outlandish circumstances and insights that define the American experience.” Unfortunately, the book didn’t really live up to this promise.

The writing wasn’t bad: everything was well described, only occasionally veering into cliché. The main issue for me was that all of the characters encountered by the protagonist on his road trips felt like exactly that: characters. I never got a sense that any of them were real people. Even the protagonist himself was so thinly drawn that despite the whole thing being narrated from his point of view, I never really felt I got to know him. There also isn’t really much of a plot, although I suppose that is typical of the “road novel” genre – I think it’s meant to be a series of vignettes rather than one overarching story.

Another thing that bugged me was that there was no sense of when this book was supposed to be set. I had assumed from the cultural references, attitudes of the characters, language used and places described that the book was supposed to be set in the 1970s. It wasn’t until a third of the way through the book, where a character’s boyfriend is described as a “computer programmer who emailed her spicy photos from Internet porn sites”, that I realised it was supposed to be set in the present day. I actually found that really jarring: it moved the book from being a semi-decent period piece to a fairly hackneyed, decades-old view of “the American experience”. Little things started to niggle at me after that point: why was the main character, a writer, talking about using a typewriter? And why is such a big deal made over the truck stop diners having telephones at the tables – wouldn’t they have mobile phones?

I could have got past that, but the nail in the coffin when it came to this book was the attitudes to women displayed throughout. I found it quite unpleasant to read in places. Apart from the main character’s aunt, mother and sister, who are family members and therefore desexualised, the only female characters in this book are exclusively discussed in terms of their shaggability. When I thought the book was set in the 1970s, and thus reflecting 1970s attitudes, that was almost excusable – but really, a modern-day novel in which the only female characters are there to be shagged and discarded? There were some real cringeworthy moments too, such as when the main character ventures into South America and finds an American who has set up a brothel in the middle of the forest. The brothel owner reads to me like a sad old man, a Hugh-Hefner type figure living out his adolescent fantasy by paying young women to dress up as cheerleaders, keep house for him and be available for him to shag. However, he is simply idolised by the protagonist and others around him. He is described by another character thus: “[he] treats his Indians well. He is kind but stern, like a good father. They look up to him as their leader, almost as a god… his privileges among them include the jus primus noctis“.

Yeah, I just threw up in my mouth a little bit. Nice mixture of racism, sexism and all-round ick-factor there. Honestly, if the rest of this book had been a masterpiece, that passage alone would have earned it a low rating from me. As it is, I’m giving it 1/5, for the fairly decent descriptive writing. I doubt I’ll read anything else by this author.

The particular sadness of YA fiction

This Christmas has been a difficult one. My mum passed away in April this year, so this has been our first christmas without her. It was simultaneously better and worse than I was expecting. It was good to be at home with my Dad, siblings and nephews – the family dynamic has completely changed without Mum there, but I guess this is just the new reality that we all have to adjust to.

Mum has been on my mind an awful lot in the run up to christmas, unsurprisingly really. As time has moved on and the loss starts to feel, if not less painful, than at least a bit less raw, I’ve started to notice some of the things that bring her to mind more often. One of those things, for me, is not being able to talk to her about books we’re both reading. It hits me with every book I pick up, but more so with Young Adult (YA) titles.

For 30+ years, Mum taught English at secondary school. She had a real passion for literature, and for reading, that she passed on to all of her daughters. Working with 11-16 year old kids, she always had an eye out for good books aimed at this age range. When we were teenagers, recommendations for books got passed back and forth between me and my sisters, and the kids at Mum’s school, via my Mum. When I was about 14, I remember her coming home with two books for us that all her kids had been raving about: Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, and Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. I believe that series went on to do quite well…

Through Mum, I learned that some of the best, most creative and most gripping fiction is written for teenagers; and that there is no upper age limit on these books. Every time I read a good book, I want to pick up the phone and talk to Mum about it: to find out if she shared my opinion, or to pass on the recommendation. It hurts every time.  For YA fiction, it’s even harder, because I know how excited she got about discovering new books, new authors that she could use to get the kids she taught excited about reading. Just before christmas, I read the Hunger Games trilogy. They were fantastic, and I’d planned to write a review post about them, but when I came to try I couldn’t get any words down. Reading these books was bittersweet for me because I knew, as soon as I started reading them, just how much Mum would have loved them. I couldn’t find the words to write a review because I hadn’t been able to talk to her about them, to get her opinion and hear her articulate, in her own inimitable way, just what made them such good books.

Not sure where I’m going with this post really. It’s just been on my mind, and it seems to help to put it down in words. I don’t intend to stop reading things that will remind me of Mum: as much as it hurts, it does make me feel closer to her. My love of reading is a gift that Mum passed on to me, and it seems a fitting way to honour her memory.

Mount TBR Reading Challenge

Like many other book lovers, I have a bit of a tendency to collect books. Honestly, I always acquire books thinking I’ll definitely read them next, but somehow the pile grows, I find other stuff to read, and while I’m finishing one book I’ll somehow have gathered a few more, that will be added to the TBR (To Be Read) pile, which is rapidly becoming a TBR mountain.

So I identified with this post at My Readers Block (found via @BookElfLeeds at Leeds Book Club), and have been inspired to take on the Mount TBR Reading Challenge! Basically, this means that from 1 January 2012, I will only read books acquired prior to that date. You can pick a “level” for your personal challenge, as below:

Challenge Levels

Pike’s Peak: Read 12 books from your TBR pile/s
Mt. Vancouver: Read 25 books from your TBR pile/s
Mt. Ararat: Read 40 books from your TBR piles/s
Mt. Kilimanjaro: Read 50 books from your TBR pile/s
El Toro: Read 75 books from your TBR pile/s
Mt. Everest: Read 100+ books from your TBR pile/s

A quick glance at my LibraryThing shows that I’ve got just under 60 books marked as TBR, but I have already decided I will be making an exception for book club books, so I don’t know if I’ll do 50-60 TBR books in a year! I’ve decided to go for the Mt Ararat challenge instead – 40 books feels like a managable number.

I probably won’t post reviews for all of them, but I will keep this blog updated every so often throughout the year with my progress!

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