In recent years their has been a resurgence of interest in the mid-20th century German writer Hans Fallada. His novel Alone in Berlin was an unexpected success when Penguin published a new translation in 2010. Around the same time Melville House published the novel Little Man What Now and then Penguin followed with A Small Circus in 2012. Now we have a new collection of short stories in Tales from the Underworld (discounted to £6.99 in paperback at most online bookshops but still £11.99 on Kindle and other ebook formats!).
Fallada is known for his stories about ordinary people in pre-WW2 Germany. He deals with “the little people” and their concerns about jobs, money and housing. In a typical Fallade story we conventional marriages and a way of life long gone where the woman works in the fields or busies herself around the house while the husband goes off to a dull job in a shop or office and returns to become a little tyrant in his own home.
The book opens with The Wedding Ring, a story set in a rural, peasant society where a group of women are digging potatoes in a field, supervised by an indolent male foreman. A newly-married woman, Martha Utesch gets home at night to find that she has lost her wedding ring during the day’s labours. The foreman of the work gang has of course seen the ring and pocketed it, with no intention returning it to its owner. Within a few pages we see the foreman’s attempt to make some money for himself resulting in horrific consequences. This is a classic short story, compact, vividly told, with a powerful yet ironic conclusion. It could have been written by any of the 19th century masters of the short story and its setting in 1920s Germany only goes to show that outside the cities, rural Europe was much the same wherever you were living.
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Jane Gardam is one of Britain’s more distinguished novelists (Order of the British Empire, Fellow of the Royal Society for Literature, two Whitbread Awards etc).
Last Friends is the final volume in her trilogy based around the story of Sir Edward Feathers (“Old Filth” – Failed in London, Try Hong Kong), a successful lawyer and later a judge who spent much of his career as a property and construction lawyer in the Far East. In 2010 I wrote about the second book in the trilogy, The Man in The Wooden Hat and am now delighted to be writing about the final volume, Last Friends which homes in on the life of Sir Edwards staunchest rival Terry Veneering.
As the book opens we find that Old Filth and Terry Veneering are recently passed away. Ending their lives in a quiet Dorset village, only Dulcie, the widow of an old Hong Kong judge survives to remember the great men. Dulcie, herself ancient and frail, is about to go up to London with her daughter to attend Terry’s memorial service, a difficult challenge for her and one which is going to lead her on one more final adventure of her own.
The story moves back and forth through the years as it tells the story of Terry Venerring, brought up in a down-at-heel industrial town on the cold and windy North-east coast of England. His mother had a flourishing domestic coal business which she had developed herself, going round the streets of back to back terraced houses with an old wagon hitched to a cart-horse,
Three days a week she clopped round the town on the cart through all the back streets, shouting “COAL” in a resounding voice. The lungs of a diva. “Coal today”, she shouted, and from the better houses of the iron-masters in Kirkleatham Street the maids ran out in white cap and apron, twittering like starlings. “Three bags now, Florrie,” and watched her heave herself down off the dray, turn her back, claw down one sack after another with black gloves stiff as wood. She adored her work.
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CB Editions can always be relied upon to produce quirky and interesting books and Miha Mazzini’s novel, The German Lottery is no exception.
It is 1950s Slovenia and Toni, a young postman, walks his daily round through a small town, chatting to neighbours along the way and doing his best to obey the Code of Practice, a booklet which he has learned by heart and seeks to obey religiously.
An innocent abroad, Toni was orphaned as a child and has found security in the routines of his work, taking delight in sorting the mail, following the rules precisely and keeping himself to himself. He lives in a hostel for single people; a grim existence with a shared bedroom and a bathroom up at the end of the corridor.
One day, while delivering a registered letter, he finds the recipient, a young woman called Zora, struggling with a heavily laden washing line. The wet clothes are about to fall onto the muddy ground and Toni has to abandon his mail-bag for a few minutes and help Zora secure the heavy washing line. Is Zora deliberately grappling with the line close to Toni so that he smells her scent and glances down at drops of sweat running down her cleavage? For a young man like Toni, the experience is overwhelming.
She finally managed to slip the line on the hook and rescue the washing.
We were facing each other, completely soaked.
I nodded. ‘Comrade, a postman is always ready to help.’
‘That’s nice to hear.
I straightened my uniform and put the bag over my shoulder.
‘Do you come round in the evenings too?’
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Al Murray is better known as a comedian whose alter ego, The Pub Landlord is frequently seen on television and in stadia and concert halls around the country. The Pub Landlord is xenophobic, right-wing, ribald and bombastic but audiences should not assume that Al Murray is anything like his comic creation in real-life. With his Oxford M.A. in modern history and his occasional television appearances as himself, Al Murray comes across as a cultured and thoughtful person who almost seems caged by the success of The Pub Landlord (but no doubt a very lucrative imprisonment!). What he really thinks of his audiences I can’t imagine, for many of them go to his shows precisely because they agree, at least in part, with the views of Al’s comic alter ego.
With his new book Watching War Films With My Dad, (October 2013), the real Al Murray fascinates with a series of essays, travelogues and biographical pieces largely based around the theme of the Second World War. I was expecting to find this book amusing, but was taken aback by the sheer depth of knowledge Al Murray has on modern history and the extent to which he produces new thinking on some well-trodden historical events (his section on the battle for Arnhem Bridge, subject of the film A Bridge Too Far is particularly good). I was very impressed and will probably go over many of the passages again, particularly when I next visit Normandy, the scene of the D-Day landings.
Not that the whole book is serious in intent – far from it. While Al’s theme is loosely based around the topic of war films, the book often digresses in to random essays which he wrote often while on the road, in moments snatched while waiting in hotel rooms to go off to a performance. I particularly enjoyed his chapter on making Airfix kits, a boyhood hobby which I shared with Al, spending many happy hours painting and assembling plastic model aeroplanes (the secret was to paint most of the pieces first but few people had the patience to do this, preferring to stick all the bits together then mess it all up with botched paint job).
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Amazon’s editors have chosen 100 books you’ve really got to read. and followed it up on GoodReads where you can add your own and vote all the choices up and down. There are some strange choices in it and I wonder if Amazon haven’t allowed marketing matters to have a great deal of influence in their choices – for one thing, the books seem to have to be currently available in print and Kindle, and there is a surprising shortage of books in the public domain from sites like Project Gutenberg (Don Quixote for example). That’s what you expect from a book-seller I suppose. On the whole I prefer Peter Boxall’s collection of 1001 books.
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Jawbone Lake is set in Derbyshire, the home of the English Peak District, a place of rugged scenery, small towns and villages and a feeling of remoteness from the large cities which surround it. You could summarise it by saying that it’s about a young man discovering that his deceased father was not what everyone had thought him to be. But along the way we have a fine thriller, a psychological study of a young woman who is reluctantly involved in the plot and brilliant word pictures of life at the blunt end of “poverty Britain”.
Joe Arms is called back from his wealthy life in London by his mother when his father’s Land Rover crashes into the ice of a frozen lake. His father (“CJ”) is missing, presumed dead, but the police are bewildered as to the circumstances of the accident. Was another car involved? Did anyone see the accident?
The story moves to Rabbit, a young woman who works in an ice-cream factory and who was standing by the side of the lake when the accident happened. Rabbit has enough on her plate following the cot-death of her baby son and she runs from the scene, having seen another car at the scene and a man with a “dark shape silhouetted in his hand”.
The story moves between Joe and Rabbit throughout the book. Joe as searches for the truth about his father during visits to Spain and Hastings on the Sussex coast (where CJ began his career). Rabbit on the other hand goes to work as normal, but soon realises that someone is looking for her with a view to making sure that there is no chance that she will tell the police of what she saw on the fateful night.
Rabbit is a fascinating character and we learn about her yearning for her lost baby, her monotonous life in the factory and her life with her Auntie Cass and friends Kate and Frankie. The book is as much about Rabbit as it is about Joe, but the two stories are skilfully inter-twined making for a varied read.
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Whenever a new novel by Tim Pears appears I always get hold of it as soon as I can. Ever since his 1993 novel, In the Place of Fallen Leaves I have never failed to be impressed by the quality of his writing and the inventiveness of his story lines. I have only reviewed a couple of his books on this site, the last one being Landed, but if I had the time I would revisit In a Land of Plenty and A Revolution of the Sun and add to the many glowing reviews of these fine novels.
In In The Light of the Morning Tim Pears has turned his mind to the Second World War, and in particular the battles in the Balkans where the Nazi invasion of former-Yugoslavia was sternly resisted by bands of Partisans. I have tried to give a flavour of the book in this article without spoiling it for anyone who eventually reads it.
The book opens in the early summer, 1944 with three British soldiers flying over Slovenia about to be dropped by parachute into a forest; their task to bring aid and assistance to the many Yugoslavian Partisans who are defending the eastern part of their country against the invading Germans. Lieutenant Tom Friedman is our focus – a young academic, convinced of the vital nature of his task, but already missing his book-lined rooms and the quiet life of Oxford.
Tom is accompanied by a belligerent Major, Jack Farwell who has taken an instant dislike to Tom, “I’m sure you don’t like me any more than I like you. . . you’re not a man’s man . . . you don’t say enough, that must be what it is”. Their other companion is a far more amenable radio operator, Corporal Sid Dixon, a farm-worker from Devon who has become a master of the airwaves.
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Pushkin Press can always be relied upon to produce interesting and high quality books and I was pleased to receive Barcelona Shadows from them as a review copy. My praise of this book is nothing to do with the fact that I didn’t pay for it – I reject many books that come my way, but this one is really good.
In the early part of the last century, Barcelona was horrified by the crimes of a the real-life Enriqueta Marti, a child murderer and procuress. The city’s population had been swollen by wave after wave of peasants and working class people, together with soldiers returning from the Moroccan Wars. Atrocious slums developed and the lack of employment meant that everyone was trying to scrape a living by whatever means they had at their disposal.
Among this maelstrom of poverty and desperation, Enriquesta Marti began to horrify the population with a series of child abductions and murders, the full of extent of which only became known when she was discovered and arrested. It is possible that she was the most prolific murderer every active in Spain, so many were the remnants of small bodies found in her apartment and other properties. The final tally of her murders is now unlikely ever to be known.
Marc Pastor, a Catalan writer and also a professional crime scene investigator, has written a novel based on the short period leading up to the arrest of Enriqueta Marti. Amazingly, he finds a way of doing this which does not terrify the reader with the gruesomeness of the crimes, by focusing on a policemen, Moisès Corvo who is investigating the disappearances, along with his sidekick Malsano. Despite the seriousness of their quest, Corvo and Malsano keep up a nice flow of scurrilous banter going as they travel around the dark places of the city. Corvo is a well drawn character who would have the making of a fine fictional detective if Mark Pastor felt inclined to write another novel set in Barcelona. We read a lot about his back story, his child-less marriage and his disappointed wife. He has a profound world-weariness but his detective work keeps him going, along with relationships with women of the night and a never-empty bottle on the table.
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While I am still busy working away on building a website for a charity, I don’t want to totally ignore this blog, so here is a link to a rather good guide in the Daily Telegraph to the top 15 Most Depressing Books. You may not agree with the choices, but it’s a well executed article and the comments from readers are fun too.
I think 120 Days of Sodom by the Marquis de Sade is probably the worst with, “its repetitive catalogue of violent abuse – the defilements, the disfigurements – will turn your stomach”. Whether Jude the Obscure should be in the list I’m not sure – I thought it was pretty good myself. And surely Sebald’s Austerlitz should win the prize for THE most depressing read (although I feature it as one of my best ever books with a perhaps overlong article here).
The charity website seems to be taking me ages to build. I’ve created 35 pages, but with a workers in Britain, Peru and Tanzania who all need to see the drafts and make comments, the logistics of getting approvals for all the items are not that simple. It’s very rewarding work though and I’ve learned huge amounts about some quite tekkie topics like PHP scripts, sliding photo panels and cascading style sheets. I think I’ve got another month or so’s work yet, but hope to publish a couple of book reviews in the next fortnight.
Down on the South Coast we’ve had some pretty stormy weather lately but there have been some good days between the gales and here are a couple of photos taken from the beaches near here (they’re watermarked Green Explorer because that’s my username on a photo-sharing site).
Newhaven from Tide Mills beach
Dredging the channel into Newhaven Port so that the French ferries can come in
I hope everyone is enjoying life and reading lots of good books. Having just finished quite a serious new book by Tim Pears, I’m now having a great time with Sue Townsend’s Adrian Mole – The Prostrate Years which is very funny indeed.
I’ve never read a book by Peter May before but have heard such enthusiastic opinions of his writing that I thought I would try his latest novel, Entry Island. Peter May’s most successful books take place in his native Scotland (although he has a series about a Chinese detective). For Entry Island however, Peter May crosses the Atlantic to Canada where he links a classic murder mystery with an account of the Scottish Highland Clearances of the 18th and 19th century, during which local populations were forcibly exiled to a new life in the Americas.
The story takes place in two locations. In the Magdalen Islands in the Gulf of St Lawrence a murder has taken place – a wealthy businessman has been knifed to death, the only witness being his wife who is also covered in blood and soon becomes the prime suspect. Two hundred years earlier we read of the forced clearances in the Scottish Outer Hebridean islands and the impact on one man in particular who flees to the Magdalen Islands, initiating a series of events which hold the key to the current murder.
The two stories run alongside each other and readers can see the gradual converging of events without realising quite how they are going to come together. The denouement when it comes is as satisfying as you might expect and left me full of admiration for Peter May’s skills as a writer with great skills in managing such a complex, multi-threaded plot.
As is often the case in books like this we have a highly dysfunctional detective in the person of Sime Mackenzie. Sime has had a series of difficult relationships and has recently suffered a broken marriage. He works in Montreal as an investigator and is surprised when he is called to his Captain’s office one day to be told that he is to join a team to investigate and apparently open and shut murder case on Île d’Entrée, an island in a small archipelago 850 miles away. Much to Sime’s dismay, the Captain tells him that the crime scene investigator is his ex-wife Marie-Ange, with whom he now has a very painful relationship.
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