Book review: Black Vodka

Black Vodka is my first book-on-subscription from awesome independent publisher And Other Stories. I was so excited to read this: first of all because there was something genuinely, kid-at-Christmas exciting about getting a random new book in the post! And such a beautiful book too: in the era of the ebook, I believe that the main thing that will save print books from extinction is if they are beautiful objects. And this book certainly is: distinctive jacket design, good quality paper, lovely binding, and (I know this is a nerdy thing to say, but…) a rather beautiful typeface too. The beauty of the object is not something that I often comment on in book reviews – I’m inclined to believe the contents are more important than the container – but in this case it felt worth mentioning.

As well as the excitement of my first subscription book (with my name in it!), I was really looking forward to reading something else by Deborah Levy. I read her Booker-nominated Swimming Home last year, and loved it. Although I did also love Bring up the Bodies, I still think Swimming Home should have won.

How does love change us? And how do we change ourselves for love – or for lack of it? Ten stories by acclaimed author Deborah Levy explore these delicate, impossible questions. In Vienna, an icy woman seduces a broken man; in London gardens, birds sing in computer start-up sounds; in ad-land, a sleek copywriter becomes a kind of shaman. These are twenty-first century lives dissected with razor-sharp humour and curiosity, stories about what it means to live and love, together and alone.

I’ve always had something of a love-hate relationship with short stories. A well-crafted short story can be wonderful to read, but I’ve read too many collections where the stories either left me frustrated that they didn’t go anywhere, or just with an overwhelming feeling of “meh…”. As a wannabe (but very bad!) writer, I’m also well aware of just how difficult they are to write! I’ve never managed to write any successful short fiction: I’ve never got the hang of telling a story in such a short space of time.

However, with the deceptively slim Swimming Home Levy proved she can pack a lot of story into very few words, so I had high hopes for this collection. And I was not disappointed! The stories in Black Vodka are marvellous creations: perfect shining little jewels of story, carefully sculpted with not a word wasted. They’re all very short – the perfect length to read a couple each way on my work commute, actually! – but benefit from careful reading and re-reading.

I don’t really want to talk about any of the actual stories: mainly because they’re all so wonderfully constructed, I’d a) feel like I was spoiling them, and b) wouldn’t really know how to sum them up without making them sound trite! I will mention a couple of my favourites: Cave Girl, an exploration of constructed femininity in which a boy’s sister suddenly reappears as a “pretend woman” (no, I can’t explain it any better than that – read it!); and the final story, A Better Way to Live, which is simply one of the most moving love stories I’ve ever read.

I’m completely in love with this book, and with Deborah Levy as a writer. Will have to end this review now, as I’m off to track down everything else she’s ever written ;)

Verdict: 5/5

Book review: At the Dying of the Year

At the Dying of the Year book coverAt the Dying of the Year is the fifth book in Chris Nickson’s series of historical crime novels set in Leeds. I discovered this series last year, and am a bit of a fan – you can see all my previous reviews in the series here.

***WARNING: Contains mild spoilers for the previous books in the series***

I started my review of the previous book in the series, Come the Fear, by saying that it took “a darker turn” than the ones before it. Well, past-me, you ain’t seen nothing yet…

Leeds, 1733. Three children are found dead in a disused bell pit, their bodies battered and bruised, each of them stabbed through the heart. Fear, suspicion and violence tear at the city as Richard Nottingham, John Sedgwick and Rob Lister hunt a ruthless child-killer. The Constable is certain he knows who’s behind the murders, but his efforts to bring the killer to justice brings a blow that strikes right at his own heart.

Let me start by saying: my word, this book is bleak. Seriously bleak. If you like your historic crime nice and cosy and easily resolved, look elsewhere. From the start, it’s pretty clear that this book is showing us a more vulnerable side to Richard Nottingham, Constable of Leeds: whereas in previous books he’s always seemed pretty much in control, in this book you get a real sense of a man whose world is slipping away from him. Having been almost fatally stabbed at the end of the previous book, At the Dying of the Year sees him return to work, weakened and feeling his age, to be immediately confronted with several horrifically murdered children, and a murderer who may be beyond the reach of justice.

All the books in this series deal with the enormous gulf between the wealthy and the desperately poor at the time, but it is in this book that this division is emphasised most strongly. The poor are literally powerless, while the rich do as they please. It is also brought home just how precarious the Constable’s position is: as a man from a poor background, employed at the discretion of a mayor whose main priority will always be keeping the wealthy merchants of the city happy, his livelihood depends on pleasing those in power. If his job brings him into conflict with them, where can he turn?

This was a tough book to read. Without wanting to give any of the story away, Nottingham’s pursuit of the powerful comes at an incredibly high personal cost – leading to some things that really cut very close to the bone for me. However, I think it’s my favourite of the series so far. It’s harsh, and brutal, and doesn’t offer any easy answers, but I rather like that in a book!

Fortunately, it isn’t all unrelenting bleakness. Once again, Nickson’s rich cast of supporting characters do a wonderful job of fleshing out Nottingham’s world. I liked the passages featuring deputy John Sedgwick and his family, but mainly I loved everything about Nottingham’s daughter, Emily. She’s always been one of my favourite characters, and I was delighted to see more of her in this book! There’s a particularly lovely scene where she is at dinner with Rob Lister and his father, who’d previously voiced his disapproval of their courtship because of Emily and Nottingham’s impoverished background. Again, I don’t want to give too many details away, but this scene had me doing proper cheers in my head (only in my head, I was reading on the train!)

Nottingham’s relationship with his daughter is explored a little further in this book, leading to some lovely scenes between the two of them. I did think though that Nottingham seems a very liberal parent for the time – would a father at that period of history really have been so unconcerned that his daughter was “carrying on” with a man she’s been quite clear she has no intention of marrying?

This series just keeps getting better and better. If you haven’t read any of them so far, I would urge you to give this one a go – although I think starting from the first in the series is definitely the best way to read them all!

Verdict: 4/5

Book review: Warm Bodies

Warm BodiesI picked up Warm Bodies, by Isaac Marion, on a whim in the library a couple of weeks ago, when I went in to get my most recent book club choice (Revolutionary Road, if you’re wondering – wonderful piece of writing, but terribly dispiriting to read!). I’d heard of it previously, and it sounded interesting: a love story in which the protagonist is a zombie? The praiseworthy quote from Stephanie Meyer (she of the sparkly vampires) on the cover almost made me put it back down again; the other praiseworthy quote on the cover from Simon Pegg (he of the zom-rom-com) convinced me to take it out. Well played, choosers-of-cover-quotes!

‘R’ is a zombie. He has no name, no memories, and no pulse, but he has dreams. He is a little different from his fellow Dead. Amongst the ruins of an abandoned city, R meets a girl. Her name is Julie and she is the opposite of everything he knows – warm and bright and very much alive, she is a blast of colour in a dreary grey landscape. For reasons he can’t understand, R chooses to save Julie instead of eating her, and a tense yet strangely tender relationship begins. This has never happened before. It breaks the rules and defies logic, but R is no longer content with life in the grave. He wants to breathe again, he wants to live, and Julie wants to help him. But their grim, rotting world won’t be changed without a fight…

I’d expected this to be a fairly silly, throwaway read. Maybe even blackly comic, in a Shaun of the Dead-type way (probably influenced by the cover quote!). Suffice to say, when I actually started reading it, it was not at all what I expected. I actually found it quite moving – you forget the absurd horror-movie trappings after a while and start to really care about R and Julie! It was also a surprisingly clever commentary on power, and society – which shouldn’t have been a surprise really. Post-apocalyptic horror has always been a genre with plenty to say about modern life!

The writing is also far better than I’d expected. Marion starts with a narrative trick that I’ve always disliked – narration in the first person by a character who can’t actually talk, but shows through the narration that they’re actually really articulate inside – and somehow makes it work. Partly it’s because R’s narration is so poignant, that he becomes a genuinely sympathetic character:

“But it does make me sad that we’ve forgotten our names. Out of everything, this seems to me the most tragic. I miss my own and I mourn for everyone else’s because I’d like to love them, but I don’t know who they are.”

There seems to be a recent trend for taking classic horror “monsters” and making them sympathetic, but this is the first time I’ve seen it attempted with zombies – I don’t read/watch enough horror to know if it’s actually been done like this before (the closest I can think of is I Am Legend – the book, not the film). It shouldn’t work, but it does. Marion takes the flesh-eating, shambling corpses of a thousand horror movies and video games and gives them lives, families, a society, even a religion of sorts. Not that this reduces the horror – there’s still plenty of gore in this book, which I was pleased about, there’s nothing worse than completely sanitized monsters! The zombies in this book may be a little more human than their fictional predecessors, but they are still driven to consume human flesh – reluctantly or not!

“Eating is not a pleasant business. I chew off a man’s arm, and I hate it. I hate his screams, because I don’t like pain, I don’t like hurting people, but this is what we do. This is the world now.”

The book gets even more interesting when R follows Julie to the Living’s stronghold, in an old stadium, and we see a bit of how people are surviving. This is where it goes a bit beyond “quirky love story” and into social commentary. Living behind barricades, overcrowded and fighting to survive, the remaining Living have given up on anything that does not immediately increase their survival odds:

…we built the schools once we finally accepted that this was reality, that this was the world our children would inherit. We taught them how to shoot, how to pour concrete, how to kill and how to survive, and if they made it that far, if they mastered those skills and had time to spare, then we taught them how to read and write, to reason and relate and understand their world.

It’s implied that R and Julie’s worlds, the world of the Dead and the world of the Living, are equally grey. The Living are going through the motions, driven only by their instinct to survive, in much the same way as the dead.

Without spoilers, I have to say that I found the ending a little anti-climatic. It all seemed a bit neat to me, but then I don’t really know how else it would have been wrapped up. It’s a small criticism though, and didn’t really diminish my overall enjoyment of the book.

Overall, I loved it. It’s a real page-turner too – I finished it in a couple of days. Highly recommended!

Verdict: 8/10

Book review: Dreams from my Father

I got Dreams from my Father, Barack Obama’s autobiography, from Read It Swap It in September 2010. It then stayed on the shelf for the next two years, because as soon as it arrived I remembered that I don’t really like reading autobiographies, still less those of politicians! My Mount TBR challenge seemed like the perfect opportunity to finally get this one read – although it did take me most of the year to get around to it, so clearly I still wasn’t that eager…

Once I started reading it though, I actually got quite into it. I think it helps that although it’s promoted as “the President’s autobiography”, it isn’t really – Obama wrote this when he was a young man, fresh out of law school, and had yet to enter politics. He claims that he hadn’t even considered going into politics by that point, and I’m inclined to believe him. I don’t think he’d have written a book this honest if he had an eye on the Presidency one day.

Rather than a standard politician’s autobiography, Dreams is a reflective exploration of one young man’s relationship with his family, history and race. If the writer hadn’t gone on to become President of the United States, this would still be an interesting read: an honest, often moving account of growing up as a mixed race child in a white family in first Hawaii, then Indonesia; returning to the States and spending his young adulthood attempting to understand his racial identity; forging a career as a “community organiser” in deprived neighbourhoods in Chicago; and finally travelling to Kenya to find out about the father he never really knew, and his extended family in Africa. It’s a good read, and a well-written one – this kind of writing can easily become mawkish, but it never falls into that trap.

But of course, this isn’t just any man’s writing. It’s impossible to keep from your mind the salient fact that the young man writing this, the man who is by turns angry, empathetic, confused, saddened, and optimistic, grew up to become the most powerful man on the planet. If you read Dreams without knowing that, it would be an interesting but probably unremarkable read. Reading it with that knowledge though, it becomes extraordinary. I kept wondering throughout how much of what Obama wrote in this book still holds true. Does he still have the same opinions? He talks a bit about how one of the problems facing poor, predominantly black neighbourhoods is that the best and brightest within the community inevitably move away, moving onwards and upwards to better jobs and more expensive neighbourhoods, and stop trying to improve things for those they grow up with. He mentions feeling guilty for that reason when he left his job as a community organiser in Chicago to go to law school – I wonder if that stayed a concern as he went into politics? After all, he’s about as far away now as it’s possible to be from the people he was trying to help back then!

One thing that stands out strongly throughout the book is Obama’s empathy. That’s apparent all the way through as one of his strongest characteristics, and is probably an effect of his upbringing. His account of his childhood, first in Hawaii, then in Indonesia after his mother married an Indonesian man, is striking in its diversity. You get the impression that the young Obama saw much more of the world, and of people in different cultures and different social classes, than most of his contemporaries. I couldn’t help thinking of Mitt Romney, and how utterly uninterested in anyone different from himself he seemed in the recent US elections – and also drawing a parallel with our (in the UK) current cabinet of millionaires! I’m not going to comment on Obama’s presidency here, partly because I don’t really feel qualified to, but it did strike me that this should be a prerequisite for anyone running for government, in any country: an interest in how people live, in all walks of life. Obama clearly has this, and I suspect that has been key to his electoral success: people pick up on the fact that he actually understands a little about their lives.

But this blog isn’t about politics, it’s about books! Judged purely as a book, I think Dreams is very good. I’m not sure it would have quite the same impact if it hadn’t been written (unknowingly or not) by a future US President, but it’s still a memoir with plenty of interesting things to say on race and class, in America and globally. It’s also one of the few autobiographies I’ve ever managed to finish – usually they bore me to tears, so the fact that I finished this in a mere week or so speaks very well of it!

Verdict: 3.5/5

Book review: The Knife of Never Letting Go

Another from my Mount TBR challenge! I got The Knife of Never Letting Go in the Kindle sale last Christmas. It’s the first book in the Chaos Walking trilogy. Synopsis:

Todd Hewitt is the only boy in a town of men. Ever since the settlers were infected with the Noise germ, Todd can hear everything the men think, and they hear everything he thinks. Todd is just a month away from becoming a man, but in the midst of the cacophony, he knows that the town is hiding something from him — something so awful Todd is forced to flee with only his dog, whose simple, loyal voice he hears too. With hostile men from the town in pursuit, the two stumble upon a strange and eerily silent creature: a girl. Who is she? Why wasn’t she killed by the germ like all the females on New World? Propelled by Todd’s gritty narration, readers are in for a white-knuckle journey in which a boy on the cusp of manhood must unlearn everything he knows in order to figure out who he truly is.

I really cannot recommend this book highly enough. I’m almost reluctant to write this review as I don’t want to give too much of the plot away: it’s so carefully constructed, with so many shocking moments that you really need to experience as Todd does to feel the full force of it.

Todd is a fantastic character. I really didn’t like him at the start of the book, he comes across as angry and aggressive, but through the course of the book he really develops as a character. It’s one of those wonderful character arcs that feels so natural you don’t really notice it happening – only by stopping and comparing the Todd at the end fo the book with the Todd at the start did it really hit me what a different character he’d become.

I also absolutely loved Todd’s dog, Manchee, despite starting the book rolling my eyes at the thought of a talking dog as one of the main characters! Manchee won me over pretty quickly though, partly because his dialogue is so, well, dog-like. His Noise does sound exactly the way you’d imagine a dog would sound if you could hear their thoughts. His personality was wonderfully apt too: a bit dim, cheerful, easily distracted but loyal and tenacious when needed – that should all sound fairly familiar to any dog owners!

Writing about the talking dog like that might make this sound like a bit of a silly read. It isn’t. It’s dark, and scary in the way that the best YA books can be, and frequently, shockingly violent. It also ends on a proper cliffhanger – I’m determined to complete my Mount TBR challenge before the end of the year, so I can’t read the next two yet, but I certainly will do as soon as my self-imposed book-buying ban is over!

Without saying too much more about the plot, all I can say is: read this. Read it if you want a tightly-plotted, fast-paced thriller (I read it in a day because I couldn’t put it down!) that also has intelligent things to say about conformity and masculinity, loyalty and betrayal.

Book review: No Country for Old Men

One from the Mount TBR challenge! I got No Country for Old Men from Read It Swap It in July 2011, having seen (several times) and LOVED the film adaptation. I was put off from reading this for a while though, having read another of Cormac McCarty’s books (Suttree) in the meantime, for book club, and found it really hard work.

I’m glad I finally got around to reading this though, as I did really enjoy it. Although it is still hard work at times (McCarthy’s abhorrence of punctuation and other dialogue markers doesn’t make it easier, either!), it’s not nearly as heavy going as Suttree – I haven’t read any more of McCarthy’s books, but I’m lead to believe that not many of them are as hard to read as that one was!

The one thing I struggled with a bit though was separating out in my mind this book from the film adaptation. The Coen brothers have been almost slavishly faithful to the source material – certain scenes are just plucked from the book verbatim. I commented to my other half when I was a couple of chapters in that it wouldn’t have surprised me to find out that the Coens hadn’t bothered with a screenplay at all, but had just given a copy of this book to the whole cast!

So I’m finding this a difficult book to review. I really enjoyed it, but would I have done if I hadn’t already seen the film? Would I even have followed this if not for the film? I really don’t know.

This book is incredibly bleak – which I like, but if you prefer your fiction a little cheerier then I would say avoid! The story is simple enough: everyman Llewlyn Moss stumbles across the scene of a drugs deal gone wrong, and takes a briefcase filled with money. From that point, he is pursued relentlessly by amoral hitman Chigurh (a genuinely terrifying character – sorry to keep harping on about the film but Javier Bardem was absolutely perfectly cast here!). Llewelyn’s story is interweaved with that of Wells, the sheriff who is always one step behind Chigurgh. Wells is the moral heart of the novel, but ultimately shown to be powerless.

It’s not a happy story, and it doesn’t end well – indeed, it’s fairly clear very early on that it can’t end well. I liked the sense of inevitability throughout it: I couldn’t help rooting for Llewelyn, even though I knew it was futile. The writing is impressive, if occasionally a little hard to follow. I usually have little patience for novels where the dialogue is written in vernacular, but McCarthy does this so well that I actually stopped noticing – it was just what the characters sounded like.

I’ve decided not to give this one a rating, because while I think I loved it, I can’t decide whether I’m judging it on its own merits or that of the film adaptation. I’m genuinely really struggling to separate the two. Very odd – have never had this experience with reading a book having previously watched the film!

I’d be interested to hear from anyone who has read this but not seen the film, or read the book first. What did you make of it?

Book review: 253, Geoff Ryman

Continuing with my Mount TBR challenge (which is still ongoing, although I may have fallen off the wagon recently with regards to buying new books…), I just finished reading 253, by Geoff Ryman. I got this from readitswapit.co.uk about a year ago, after seeing it mentioned favourably by Neil Gaiman. I had no idea what it was about, but I trust Mr Gaiman’s taste so I thought I’d go for it.

253 is an odd book. From the blurb:

A Bakerloo line tube train with no one standing and no empty seats carries 252 passengers. The driver makes 253. They all have their own secret histories, their own thoughts about themselves and their travelling neighbours. And they all have one page, totalling exactly 253 words, devoted to them. Each page a story, each page a novel. There are connections and rejections, chance meetings and frantic avoidance, bitter memories and sweet anticipation…

It’s a seven-and-a-half minute journey between Embankment and the Elephant & Castle. It’s the journey of 253 lifetimes.

I hadn’t realised when I got this book that it actually started life as an online “interactive novel” – which is still live (and charmingly retro in its sparse, HTML-only design!). The book was published in 1998, so the website was presumably around shortly before that. In a lot of ways it really feels like a project of the late 90s, the early days of the web, when people were still wondering what to do with it all. The “interactive” nature of the online novel is basically that the whole thing is hyperlinked, so if passenger 163 mentions something to do with passenger 215, you can click through to see what passenger 215 was doing/thinking about. It’s an interesting way to explore the story, but I’m not sure I’d spend much time on it.

The book itself is a surprisingly gripping read. The one-page-per-character approach means that it’s perfect for dipping in and out of (on train journeys, for example!), and is varied enough to hold your interest. Some of the “stories” are stronger than others, but all are of a high standard – and the good ones are very good indeed. If you’re at all interested in reading or writing flash fiction I would certainly recommend this book – it’s a masterclass in how to construct a story in very few words.

I’ve mentioned the story a couple of times, but of course this isn’t a narrative as such. Nevertheless, there is a kind of story weaving through it: some of the passengers may know each other, or have run into each other previously without remembering them, and by reading through each of their pages in turn a wider picture reveals itself. For example, one passenger is telling her neighbour, a colleague, about a conversation she overheard on the phone involving two women apparently plotting a murder. Her neighbour is trying to comfort her, but on her page we find out that she knows that the call was staged as a practical joke. In the next carriage is the two womens’ boss, who was in on the joke, but is planning to use it as a way of framing someone else for his planned murder of his wife. A few carriages on is another man who works with them, who has noticed the boss acting odd, and plans to follow him home to see what he’s up to.

That’s the most extreme example I can think of, but the book is full of little micro-stories, some exciting and some mundane. There is also a larger, over-arching storyline that frames the whole thing, but as this is only first mentioned halfway through and only fully revealed at the end, I won’t give it away here!

The way the people on the train interact with each other (or don’t), record their reactions to and judgments of other characters, and react to things that happen on the train (some impromptu street theatre in one carriage, a vomiting drunk in another) all felt true to life. Although some of the references to London are understandably dated, anyone who has spent any time on the Tube will find much here that is familiar. I really enjoyed 253 for the slice-of-life feel it had, and although there were some stories I left dying to know what happened next, ultimately it was all very satisfying.

An interesting experimental book, that I would recommend to anyone interested in micro-fiction, or just looking for something to read in quick breaks.

Verdict: 3/5

Book review: Come the Fear, Chris Nickson

Come the Fear is the fourth book in Chris Nickson’s Richard Nottingham series of historical crime novels (previous books reviewed here). From the blurb:

March, 1733. Richard Nottingham, Constable of the City of Leeds, joins others trying desperately to put out a fire in an empty house before it destroys the entire street. The next morning, searching the blackened ruins, he finds the charred corpse of a girl, something placed on her chest. Had the fire been started to conceal her murder?

Starting with just a single clue, Nottingham his deputy John Sedgwick and Rob Lister slowly piece together the girl’s past, a journey that takes them into the camps of the homeless, the homes of rich merchants, down and the poor and those beyond hope, deep into the dark secrets and lies that families keep hidden.

This book takes a darker turn than the previous one, The Constant Lovers. It’s similar in tone and pace to the second book, Cold Cruel Winter – which was my favourite up until now! I absolutely loved this book. In my opinion, it’s the strongest of the series so far.

Warning: review contains spoilers for the previous books in the series.

The central mystery of the book – who was the girl in the fire, why was she killed, and why did the killer mutilate her in the way he did – is gripping in itself, with enough wrong turns and red herrings to keep me guessing up until the (horrifying) conclusion. But as with Chris Nickson’s earlier books, the murder isn’t really the point. The murder provides a framework for the interplay of the main and supporting characters – and it is in this area that the book really shines.

Family is a strong theme running throughout the book: the distraught family of the murdered girl; Richard Nottingham’s concerns over his daughter Emily’s happiness; deputy constable John Sedgwick’s running battles with his 5-year-old son who is running wild and jealous of his new baby sister; and new Constable’s man Rob Lister’s conflict with his father over his burgeoning romance with Emily. Add in a child-snatcher targeting children in Leeds and all of the Constable’s men’s fears for their families in the often precarious world they live in really come to the surface.

Speaking of Emily, I was thrilled to see her story given such prominence in this book. She is one of my favourite characters, and I very much enjoyed getting to see her asserting her independence once again! Although her attitude towards courtship and marriage is probably not typical for a young lady of this time period, it didn’t feel anachronistic. I understand there is another book planned for this series, so I’m looking forward to seeing if this causes any more conflict.

One thing that surprised me about this book was that there was so little mention of Amos Worthy, the pimp with an unexpected connection to Richard Nottingham whose (spoiler!) death at the end of the previous book looked set to tip the city into chaos as rival pimps and gangs fought to assert their dominance over areas Worthy had previously ruled with an iron fist. It’s mentioned near the start that the Constable is starting to see a bit of trouble from this direction, but nothing really comes up for the rest of the book. It’s understandable that this wasn’t brought up again, as frankly Nottingham seemed to have his hands full enough for the rest of the time, but it did surprise me a little.

As I said, this is certainly my favourite of the series so far. Tense, gripping, well-plotted and ultimately satisfying – and with a genuinely shocking ending that made me gasp out loud, earning me some very funny looks on the train! Can’t wait for the next one :)

Verdict: 4/5

—Exciting News—

The launch of Come the Fear will take place on 14 September at Arts@Trinity, and promises to be an exciting night! Sadly I can’t make it, as I’ll be in Cheltenham getting ready for the Winston’s Wish Sunrise Walk, but it sounds like a fab evening so, if you’re at all interested in Chris’ books, or Leeds, or crime fiction, or meeting awesome people and having a fab time, get on down there!

Book review: In Other Worlds: SF and the Human Imagination, Margaret Atwood

In Other Worlds is a collection of Margaret Atwood’s writings on and around the subject of science fiction, focusing particularly on dystopias. As I am a huge fan of both sci fi and Margaret Atwood, I couldn’t resist this book!

Atwood has of course written a few dystopian sci fi novels herself – The Handmaid’s Tale, Oryx and Crake and The Year of the Flood, although she prefers the term “speculative fiction” to describe these. Her apparent rejection of the sci fi label has caused a bit of controversy in the past, as it was construed as literary snobbishness, and she addresses this in the introduction to In Other Worlds. Her explanation of the disparate forms of fiction that are grouped together under the umbrella term of science fiction, and her preference for using more specific terms to describe sub-genres, such as speculative fiction, dispelled (for me, at least) any suggestion that she has any disdain for sci fi as a genre.

What comes across most clearly in this book is her genuine love for the genre, in all its forms. In the first section, Atwood outlines her early experiences with sci fi and fantasy – covering everything from superhero comics and the lurid tales of bug-eyed monsters in sci fi magazines, to the tales of HG Wells and Ray Bradbury, to classics like Pilgrim’s Process and Beowulf. She describes herself as an indiscriminate reader, devouring in her early years everything she could get her hands on, with a healthy disregard for the adult distinctions of high- middle- and low-brow. Her breadth of knowledge is evident: she discusses Batman in the same breath as Shakespeare, and treats all of her subjects with the same level of respect due to any good story.

She goes on to discuss her experiences at university, studying literature with a focus on utopian and dystopian writing. This section is fascinating: Atwood discusses the motivations and psychology behind these types of writing, highlighting some more and less familiar examples of each – it gave me some inspiration for suggestions for Leeds Book Club‘s new dystopia book club! If you’re a fan of Margaret Atwood’s books, this section by itself is worth the price of the book for the insight it gives to the influences and inspiration for her novels.

The middle part of the book is a series of previously published essays on individual sci fi titles, including 1984, Brave New World, Never Let Me Go, The Island of Doctor Moreau, Gulliver’s Travels – some written as reviews, some as introductions to the books, etc. I found these essays equally illuminating for the books I’d actually read as for those I hadn’t – and the latter lead to quite a few additions to my to-read list! My only small criticism of the book come from this section – as these are all previously published, there is some repetition of ideas and themes, including some that had already been discussed in greater detail in the first section. This is to be expected really, but it did mean that it started to feel a bit familiar by the time I got to the end of this section.

The final section contains a series of Atwood’s own examples of sci fi writing – short stories, and extracts from some of her non-sci fi books (e.g. one of the stories told by the male protagonist in The Blind Assassin, “The Peach Women of A’Aa”, is included). Coming at the end of the book, these are fascinating to read as examples of how Atwood has used her extensive knowledge of sci fi to inform her own writing.

In Other Worlds is a thoughtful, intelligent exploration of the science fiction genre, from a writer who has extensive knowledge and a genuine love of her topic. Highly recommended for either fans of Margaret Atwood, science fiction, or both.

Verdict: 4.5/5

Book review: The Constant Lovers, Chris Nickson

The third in Chris Nickson’s Richard Nottingham series of crime novels set in 18th century Leeds (see my previous reviews), The Constant Lovers has both a different setting and a much slower pace than the previous two books. From the blurb:

On a hot summer morning, Richard Nottingham, Constable of Leeds, is called out when a young woman is found stabbed to death among the ruins of Kirkstall Abbey, just outside the city. In her pocket is a carefully-folded love note: “Soon we’ll be together and our hearts can sing loud, my love, W.” Her pale skin and smooth hands speak of money, but no one comes to claim her body.

When the victim’s husband eventually appears, his evidence throws up more questions than answers. What happened to the maid who accompanied her mistress on her final, fatal journey? Who is the mysterious ‘W’ who signed the note? And why does the victim’s father seem so indifferent to her death? Nottingham has to delve into the dark secrets of the rich and influential to uncover the truth.

The Constant Lovers is very different in tone to the previous two books. While both The Broken Token and Cold Cruel Winter dealt with the often poverty-stricken dwellers of the city, a world that Richard Nottingham knew well and could navigate with ease, this book takes us outside of the city and into the world of the wealthy, landowning country gentlemen. Nottingham is well out of his depth in this world, and knows it, which made for an interesting change. It was fascinating seeing this capable character out of his comfort zone.

This book also saw the introduction of a new character: Rob Lister, the son of the local newspaper publisher, who joins as one of the Constable’s men (replacing Joshua Forester, who left at the end of the last book). Not exactly wealthy, but well-to-do and of a higher social class than the Constable’s deputy John Sedgwick, Rob’s introduction gives the reader the opportunity to see the poverty of city life through his outsider’s perspective. He also serves as a kind of bridge between the commoners that Nottingham and Sedgwick are most used to dealing with, and the gentry that they find themselves having to confront in the course of the book.

I did find this book a little harder to get into than the previous two. As mentioned, it has a much slower pace – especially compared to Cold Cruel Winter, which zipped along. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, but I did find it less gripping. Once I had got into it though, I really enjoyed the new perspective that this book is told from. It gave the historical Leeds that Chris Nickson evokes a fuller, rounder feeling.

Once again, I really enjoyed the sub-plots involving the interplay and relationships between all the supporting characters. Sedgwick’s slight insecurity following Lister’s arrival is very well played, as is the plotline involving his partner Lizzie, who is expecting a new child. I was also pleased to see that Nottingham’s daughter Emily seemed to have got a bit of her independence back in this book: I said in my review of Cold Cruel Winter that she seemed to have been pushed into the background somewhat, “cured” of her earlier, rebellious ways and recast as the dutiful, docile daughter. It was good to see her brought to the forefront again – I’d love to see a bit more of her in the next book!

A slower, more thoughtful, introspective read than the previous books in the series, this is an excellent read for any fans of historical crime fiction.

Verdict: 3.5/5

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