
Keane, Molly: Mad Puppetstown
I'm reveling in Lydia Davis's Collected Stories at the moment, and those sent me to an interview with Davis on YouTube. The interviewer asked her what she was reading, and she mentioned Molly Keane (AKA M.J. Farrell). So much do I respect Davis that I had to immediately Kindle off and get my hands on a Keane novel. I'm glad I did.
Puppetstown is the name of an Irish country estate we first see through the eyes of a child, Easter Chevington. It is, at first a kind of paradise. Keane makes us believe in that paradise, and also believe it when the paradise comes crashing down in an early iteration of "the troubles." Easter, her mother, and her brothers flee to England. One brother is happy there and ends up engaged to a society debutante. Easter and her other brother are less at home and return to their Irish estate only to find that, having been left in the care of an eccentric aunt, Puppetstown is falling apart. You can never go home, but in the end, it seems, they do.
Looking forward now to getting back to Lydia Davis, and, of course, more Molly Keane.
Salih, Tayeb: Season of Migration to the North (New York Review Books Classics)
A man comes to town. A Sudanese man, that is, returns to his village after seven years studying an "obscure poet" in England. This post-colonial book is different from many others in that it wasn't written in the (European) colonizer's language but in Arabic. It is a little gem, rich both in language and literary reference (Othello, Heart of Darkness), and structurally exquisite. It is, as well, an evisceration of the colonial and then post-colonial situation. Salih gets the balance between these qualities and concerns just right. Kudos, too, to Laila Lalami, whose Introduction is a superb essay on the book. (As is my usual practice, I read the introduction after finishing the book.)
James, M. R.: Ghost Stories of an Antiquary
Attempting to get in the spirit of the season, I started this book around Halloween 2022, but for some reason put it down and didn't get around to finishing it until yesterday, weeks after Halloween 2023. I don't know why I put it down, because the stories are gems. It's interesting to observe that, as Lovecraft's stories were driven by anxieties about those with the wrong nationality and pigmentation, these are driven by anxieties about the lower classes. How very English.
Ben Aaronovitch: Rivers of London
This book, the first in a series, comes highly recommended, and I'm glad the recommenders enjoyed it. I wish I had enjoyed it as much as they did, but I found this mystery with a supernatural twist to be a slog. I'm not sure why I finished it. Oh well. Can't win them all.
le Carré, John: The Looking Glass War: A George Smiley Novel
Another Le Carré exposé of the sordid and mundane side of spying. As usual, the best scenes are those in which Smiley is present, but as also seems usual, Smiley is not present for most of the novel. I like the character well enough, though, that I'll keep reading in hopes of catching glimpses of him.

: The Most Secret Memory of Men: A Novel
Senegal, France, The Netherlands, Argentina: this novel moves around a lot, and not only geographically. It is a sort of literary quest novel, literary in two senses: It is written with enough care, imagination, and originality that one must use the L-word, but also in the sense that the protagonist is searching for the reclusive author of a book with which he has become obsessed. Books and authors, that is, are seen as worthy objects of desire. The book for which the protagonist is searching, we learn, is made of pieces taken from other books (the author, Elimane, is accused of plagiarism). The book in which that book appears, Mohamed Mbougar Sarr's The Most Secret Memory of Men, is, likewise, filled with allusions to other works, both African and otherwise. One can't help but think of Bolaño, and there are cameos by Witold Gombrovics and Ernesto Sábato. Indeed, Elimane, the author the protagonist is searching for, was called "the African Rimbaud," mostly because after bursting onto the scene he went silent. I was happy to join in the quest that this mythic detective/ghost/erotic, satyrical novel is.
Hand, Elizabeth: The Book of Lamps and Banners (Cass Neary, 4)
I liked Cass Neary, the punky, strung-out, noirish wreck who is the heroine of this series, enough that I read the first two books. Irritatingly the third is not available on Kindle (why?), so, contrary to my normal practice, I jumped ahead to the fourth book. It was good enough to make me look again to see if the third book had surfaced, but alas it hasn't, and at this late date I don't suppose it ever will.
Oh well.
I didn't feel lost or confused in The Book of Lamps and Banners, and enjoyed the spiral (because Cass's trajectory usually seems downwards) through England, Sweden, and Iceland. I also enjoyed the dip into the world of rare books and arcana, and also the glimpse, I think, of an actual rare book dealer known to those of us who like odd books.
Almost makes me think I should spend too much for the paperback version of the third book in the series.
Arrabal, Fernando: The Red Virgin
I couldn't quite motivate myself to count the words in each of the short chapters of Fernando Arrabal's The Red Virgin, but I have a sneaking suspicion that each chapter is of exactly the same length.This sort of Oulipoean constraint leads me to believe that Arrabal, who lives in France and has long been involved with the avant-garde there, has rubbed shoulders with those tricksters, though a quick Google search offers no confirmation for that. Whether or not the Oulipo lurks in the background, the novel, the testimony of a woman who had isolated her daughter in the hope that such a life would allow the girl to succeed in an alchemical quest, is an stimulating read. The mother attempts to make her daughter perfect; when her daughter veers away from her mother's version of perfection, the mother kills her. The most unbelievable thing about all of this is that it is based on a true story.
le Carré, John: The Spy Who Came in from the Cold: A George Smiley Novel (George Smiley Novels)
In this one George Smiley is a spy, but he's far in the background for most of the book. I missed him, and wish he had spent more time at center stage, but still, this novel was a very good anti-James Bond. Le Carré doesn't hesitate to show us that English spies live lives devoid of Bondian extravagance and glamor and also that England and her spies were just as morally bankrupt as the Communists with whom, during the cold war, they crossed sabres.
le Carré, John: A Murder of Quality: A George Smiley Novel (George Smiley, 2)
This is the second in John LeCarré's series of novels featuring George Smiley. He is a spy in most of the books, but not in this one. Instead of engaging in espionage, Smiley, because of his intelligence background, is called upon to investigate a murder at a posh English boarding school. This set-up results in a novel that succeeds in every way: the plot is tight, the characters believable and interesting, the social critique biting, and the prose style is good enough that aspiring writers should pay close attention to it.
I'll move on to the third novel in the series, The Spy Who Came in from the Cold, soon. This is the novel that made LeCarré's name, though it's hard to imagine that it will be better than A Murder of Quality.
And I thought this was going to be a post about the common belief that Disney's frozen.
http://www.snopes.com/disney/info/wd-ice.htm
Posted by: Only a Blockhead | 03/20/2014 at 02:57 PM
Ha ha. No. (Doubtless the film title will add fuel to the legend.)
Posted by: Julian Bamford | 03/20/2014 at 10:57 PM