2012 Reading by Numbers

As with last year, I’ve been recording all my reading in LibraryThing. Here’s some of the data I’ve collected on my reading habits, in handy chart form. If you’re not interested in my pretty charts (sob…) then head down to the end of the post for my list of 2012′s reading highlights.

Number of books read

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I read 80 books this year, significantly up on my 2010 and 2011 totals! Not sure why it’s so much higher to be honest – maybe I just read shorter books?? Sadly I didn’t think to keep track of the lengths of the books I was reading, so that’s just a guess…

Books read by month

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I thought it’d be interesting to see how my reading fluctuated throughout the year. I can’t really think of anything that would explain the whole pattern there! I know the dip in May/June is because that’s when my sister passed away, and I really struggled to concentrate on anything so didn’t read much. The dip in August I think is because I was on holiday with my family then, so spending more time being sociable than reading! Besides that, the other peaks and troughs are a mystery to me.

Male vs female authors

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Proportionally, the amount of books by female authors vs those by male authors hasn’t really changed – I’m still reading more male than female authors. That doesn’t surprise me: I don’t consciously notice the gender of authors when browsing, but I suspect that more men than women are published over all, so I would expect that most readers would see a similar balance.

Fiction vs non-fiction

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Again, not a surprise! I read a few more non-fiction books this year, but still not nearly as many as fiction. I have read some good non-fiction this year, but the fact remains that it just doesn’t grab me like fiction does!

Sources of books

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Once again, am happy to see that I’ve actually not spent that much on my reading – this year, three-quarters of everything I read came from free sources!

Mount TBR Challenge

Last year, I set myself the challenge of reading 40 books from my TBR pile by the end of this year. As part of the challenge, I was also supposed to not buy new books for the whole year. That part…didn’t really work out! I just can’t help it, I love buying books! Still, most of them were from charity shops etc, so I’m not going to feel too guilty about that.

I almost completed the challenge: I managed to read 35 books from my Mount TBR. Not bad, only 5 off my target! I thought I’d have a quick look at the books I read in 2012 against what year I first got them. Given that I was supposed to be only reading books acquired prior to January 2012, I don’t think I did that well…

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Ah well. I don’t think I’ll be doing any more reading challenges in 2013 (apart from my annual read of the Booker shortlist) – I found it took some of the fun out of reading, feeling like I “had” to be reading certain books. I’m glad to have made a bit of a dent in my TBR pile anyway – Now I can start building it back up again! ;)

2012 Reading Highlights

1. Best Book of 2012: Always a tough one… I’m gonna go with Bring up the Bodies

2. Worst Book of 2012: Atomised. Hated hated HATED it!

3. Most Disappointing Book of 2012: That’s tough, I don’t really feel disappointed by anything I’ve read this year. There’s been a few I haven’t enjoyed, but they were ones I didn’t have high hopes of to start with, so I don’t know if “disappointed” is the right word to use! I guess Umbrella, as I do expect a Booker prize shortlisted novel to at least be readable, but I couldn’t get more than 30 pages into this!

4. Most Surprising (in a good way) Book of 2012: Dreams from my Father. Really didn’t expect a politician’s autobiography to be so honest, and moving.

5. Book You Recommended the Most to People in 2012: The Knife of Never Letting Go

6. Favourite New Authors Discovered in 2012: Chris Nickson (great books, and he’s a lovely chap too! He’s on Twitter), Deborah Levy, Madeline Miller

7. Most Hilarious Read of 2012: Good Omens, which I re-read in preparation for World Book Night :)

8. Most Thrilling Unputdownable Read of 2012: The Knife of Never Letting Go. Read it in one sitting!

9. Favourite Cover of a Book You Read in 2012: Dark Matter. Perfectly captures the spirit of the book

11. Most Memorable Character of 2012: Kitty Finch, from Swimming Home

12. Most Beautifully Written Book of 2012: This is a toss-up between Swimming Home and Song of Achilles – totally different books, but equally beautifully written in their own ways!

13. Book That Had the Greatest Impact on You in 2012: The Wisdom of Whores – totally changed my understanding of AIDS as a public health issue. I really can’t recommend it highly enough.

14. Book You Can’t Believe You Waited Until 2012 to Read: The Dispossessed – this was a close contender for the “greatest impact” question above, actually! Had never read any Ursula Le Guin until last year actually, now it’s a bit of a “where have you been all my life!!” kind of situation!

Well, I hope that was at least slightly interesting to anyone other than myself! Happy new year all, and happy reading :)

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

Updates…

I’ve fallen a bit behind lately on updating this blog – I’ve posted very infrequently over the past few months, and just realised I haven’t posted a book review since August! I’ve certainly read some good books since then though, so will try to get a few reviews up shortly.

I have been reviewing elsewhere though! In September/October I read all six of the shortlisted Booker Prize novels, and posted my reviews as a guest of the lovely Leeds Book Club. Here’s the links to my reviews:

I’ve got some great books to read stocked up – including this one that I am particularly excited about:

Black Vodka, by Deborah Levy

Black Vodka, by Deborah Levy

I signed up as a subscriber to ace indie publisher & Other Stories after reading Swimming Home, and this is the first of my subscribers’ books they’ve sent me! Hugely exciting to get this in the post today – especially opening it and seeing my name listed among the subscribers at the back :)

My name in the subscriber list!

And they even sent some lovely postcards, featuring a poem by Deborah Levy, along with it:

Poetry postcard

I was absolutely blown away by Swimming Home, so I can’t wait to read more of Levy’s work. This is probably going to have to wait to January to be read though, but watch out for a review in the new year!

It’s going to have to wait until January because I am desperately trying to complete my Mount TBR Challenge for the year! To recap, I pledged to read 40 of the books from my TBR list by the end of the year. I’m currently at 29 – not bad, but a way still to go! Can I read 11 books in the next 3 and a half weeks?? We shall see…

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: The Wisdom of Whores, Elizabeth Pisani

This book ticked off two challenges for me: part of Mount TBR*, and part of my Reading Resolution to read more non-fiction. I said in my Reading Resolutions post that I’m terrible for picking up worthy-looking non-fiction, which I do genuinely intend to read, but then ignoring those books for the instant gratification of fiction. I do this because I’m too easily seduced by a good story, and too many worthy non-fiction writers can’t tell a story for toffee. As much as I love to read to learn, wading through pages of dry facts leaves me desperate for the trashiest kind of chick-lit.

I’m delighted to say that Elizabeth Pisani, aside from being a dedicated epidemiologist and passionate AIDS researcher, is also a cracking storyteller. In The Wisdom of Whores, Pisani has taken her experiences of years of work on the front lines in the battle against AIDS, and woven it into a compelling narrative of greed, stupidity and bureaucracy, as well as bravery, compassion and sheer bloody-minded hard work.

The book is part memoir of Pisani’s time as an AIDS researcher for various public health bodies in and around South East Asia, and part public health polemic. She outlines in relentless detail the many, many mistakes that have been made in first identifying, then researching, then preventing and treating the global AIDS problems – but she also covers the unexpected successes along the way. She explains, patiently and in terms even an arts graduate like me can understand, precisely why there is no such thing as a one-size-fits-all AIDS strategy, and why it is a mistake to think there can be. And she rounds it all up by giving a simple plan for tackling AIDS – that makes perfect sense from Planet Epidemiology, but that is unlikely to gain traction on Planet Politics.

I’m not going to go into more detail here about the many, astonishing facts and anecdotes that litter this book, because I couldn’t explain it in a way that does justice to Pisani’s work. All I will say is: read it. Read it if you have an interest in public health, or AIDS, or sex work, or drug addiction, or politics, or development funding. Read it even if you don’t think you’re interested in any of those things: you will be by the time you’ve finished.

* Yes, it’s an ebook. Yes, I am including ebooks in my Mount TBR challenge. I realise this isn’t quite to the letter of the challenge – an ebook takes up no physical space, so can’t be said to be contributing to my teetering pile of TBR books – but I believe it still honours the spirit. Ebooks may not take up any actual shelf space, but they do clutter up my mental bookshelves. I can’t see them, but I know they’re there, giving me sad why-aren’t-you-reading-us looks.

Book review: Even the Dogs, Jon McGregor

Even the dogs book coverEven the dogs has been on my TBR pile for a while, so I recommended it for the book club I go to. Unfortunately I actually can’t make it to the next book club meeting (poor planning, Woodsie!) so thought I’d blog my thoughts here instead!

I’d picked it up because I’d read Jon McGregor’s first book, If nobody speaks of remarkable things a few years ago and was absolutely blown away by it. I was tremendously impressed by McGregor’s lyrical writing style, so wanted to see what else he’d come up with.

This book tells the stories of a group of mostly homeless drug addicts, using the death of one of their group as the jumping-off point to exploring their lives. If that sounds a bit grim, well, it is. I really wasn’t expecting the book to be quite as depressing as this – and it is relentlessly so.

The writing is absolutely beautiful, as it was with McGregor’s earlier book, and I loved the way it was structured. It’s written mostly in stream-of-consciousness, the narrative looping and repeating itself, exploring different characters a bit further each time. It’s fragmented, with whole chapters featuring sentences that run into each other without ever completing. That style of writing is incredibly difficult to pull off, and I’ve given up on books by less talented authors because that kind of fragmented writing got too difficult to follow or just annoyed me too much. It is testament to McGregor’s skill as a writer that I was absolutely gripped throughout the entire book. The style never felt laboured or gimmicky: it suited the subject and the characters.

However, despite the beautiful writing, I couldn’t say I really enjoyed this book. I don’t mind depressing books, but this was just so relentless. There’s nothing redeeming or hopeful in it at all. I get that it’s dealing with a difficult topic, and I know the lives of homeless heroin addicts must be pretty desperate, but this really felt like it was labouring the point. It felt like the writer had taken every possible worst-case scenario and inflicted them on his characters. I think the whole “no hope whatsoever” thing was pretty deliberate, in fact it’s rather underlined in the text towards the end of the book:

Did you think there would be answers. Did you think there would be reasons given…Come looking for reasons if you want but there’s nothing to it. This was always going to happen some time and it don’t mean nothing now.

I get the point McGregor is trying to make – that the characters he is writing about don’t really see any hope or any way out, and there’s no grand lesson to be learned from what happens to them. I’m just not sure it was a point that needed to be made. Ultimately, I don’t feel like I really got anything out of reading this book. I think the mark of a good book is one that leaves me feeling like I’ve learned something, or made me look at the world a different way. As much as I loved the writing, I don’t really feel either of those things from this book.

Verdict: 8/10 for the writing, 6/10 for the story

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.

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

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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