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Where are you writing?

Writing in the time of Covid has, for many, been hard enough but for those of us who have changed to doing our day job at home a new, unforeseen problem has arisen. Spending 9-10 hours a day working at the desk where I used to write, I now find I cannot write at my desk.

So we have the dream:

Then we have the day job:

And then we have the reality:

I just can’t go back to that same chair and try to be creative. Standing at the dining room table, piled high with jigsaw boxes may not be ideal but it does allow to stand, move about as I grasp for dialogue, and focus in a different way. Sometimes we just need a switch to flick and find the right mindset. This is mine and it appears to be working for now.

What about you? Has Covid affected your writing or reading?

October reading round up

I know, I know, it’s late. There’s been a lot going on ok? But I’m here now, only 6 days into November and this is what I read last month:

A Song for the Dark Times – Ian Rankin

What is there to say about a new Rankin that we haven’t already said? This is the 23rd Rebus novel, and the cantankerous bastard is still out there getting in everyone’s way. Well retired and labouring under illness, Rebus is nevertheless able to do what he does so well – annoy people, solve crimes and alienate friends and family. As ever, a reliable and enjoyable read and a nice cliffhanger at the end.

On Chapel Sands – Laura Cumming

This was everywhere at one point, well reviewed and pushed at every corner so I was quite disappointed at how little it contained. There was little mystery, and in some ways, little curiosity in unearthing the truth about some of the major players. A strange book.

In the Kitchen – various

This, on the other hand, was glorious. A collection of essays about kitchens, cooking and a whole bunch of related stuff published by Daunt Books, who also brought the book about Hampstead Ladies Pond. I really hope this is the start of a series. The essay by Joel Golby about buffets is worth the cover price alone, but there are a lot of really thoughtful and inspiring pieces in here.

Girl, Woman, Other – Bernadine Evaristo

And again, about a year after everyone else. I found this a little hard to get into for the start but by the second section I was won over. Even before reading this, I did wonder if the Booker judges had made a HUGE mistake in the joint award and now I’ve read it, I can say they definitely did. Atwood is fan fic, good enough, but this is better.

The Flying Troutmans – Miriam Toews

Miriam Toews often writes of mental ill health and the last book I read by her, All My Puny Sorrows, is a heartbreaking look at this in depth. It’s examined here less, and instead The Flying Troutmans has a more comic focus, while still being able to discuss serious issues. When her sister is hospitalised with serious mental illness, Hattie has to fly home from a failed love affair in Paris and look after her niece and nephew. They decide to drive across America in a battered old van to find the children’s father and on the journey discover more about themselves and how to heal. A classic set up but a satisfying read.

Elisabeth’s Lists – Luah Ellender

I saw this recommended on social media and misunderstood a little about it. Luah Ellender inherits her grandmother’s list book, something she has used to organise her entire life (like a bullet journal these days), and she writes the story of her grandmother’s life just as her own mother is dying. I thought this was a story of ‘ordinary’ people so was a little disappointed to find they were quite wealthy and Elisabeth is the daughter of an ambassador who marries another ambassador so has the chance to travel a lot. But there is a lot of change and sad moments of grief to deal with in her lifetime, one that was cut quite tragically short, and I loved the idea of this one book helping her organise her mind and her life to satisfaction.

To Obama – Jeanne Marie Laskas

President Obama read 10 letters a day from citizens across the US during his time in office, carefully curated by a team of staff, often quite young people, who used the letters as a chance to allow the president to hear from the people and especially those who disagreed with him. This book is the story of some of the families behind the letters, and the team who read them. It highlights the many problems our US cousins faced, and still face, and is perhaps a useful way to understand why there is still so much division over there. What we do need, and have not had a for a while, is a return to the humanity that came from his time in the White House.

There’s Only One Place This Road Ever Ends Up – David Biskoll

I read two graphic novels this month and this is a new genre to me but both of them are perfect in this format and I don’t think would work as well in any other way. There’s Only One Place is the story of David and his girlfriend when she is diagnosed with a debilitating illness that leaves her disabled. It is about how they managed, the things people said to him, their changing hopes and dreams and small moments of joy. It’s quite lovely.

Flake – Matthew Dooley

The other graphic novel was this, a very British comedy set in the North of England and featuring the rivalry between two brothers who own ice cream van businesses. The humour is very dry and the pictures quite monochrome, so the setting is bleak enough to allow the characters to come into their own. This was apparently a sensation when published and this is the second printing, it deserves to be widely recognised.

Daisy Jones and the Six – Taylor Jenkins-Reid

I enjoyed this but it is a light read (I read it in a single sitting one evening when everyone else had gone to bed). The story of a band and their charismatic singer, the book is written as a series of in depth interviews as you would read in Rolling Stone or similar. It takes you through the founding of the band, their rise to stardom and their inevitable bust up, following the usual excesses of sex, drugs, rock and roll. A compelling and fun read.

Dear Reader – Cathy Rentzenbrink

Cathy Rentzenbrink, registered book worm, takes us through a journey of her life, how books have helped her through some of the changes she’s has experienced and provides some themed recommendations. This takes a while to get into and I found the autobiographical parts much more compelling than the recommends (partly because she, like I, worked at Waterstones and found a husband on the staff). But by the end I was thinking of my own version, and wanting to write my own lists. (Potential blog content! Aha! Watch this space!) This also looks beautiful, it’s got a gorgeous cover and is the perfect Christmas gift for the book lover in your life.

August reading – a step into non-fiction

I don’t normally read a lot of non-fiction, though I find a lot of it looks interesting and then never really get round to it. But this month I seem to have read more non-fiction than fiction and really enjoyed it. More evidence of my changing reading habits – created by either lockdown or age – or possibly just evidence that there’s a lot of innovative and interesting writing out there and I’ve just never noticed it.

Negative Capability – Michele Roberts

“Yesterday ended in disaster. Very late at night I decided to write down everything that had happened; the only way I could think of coping. So here goes.”

Here opens Negative Capability, a memoir from Anglo-French novelist Michele Roberts. I’m fairly certain I’ve read one of her novels but cannot for the life of me think which. Anyway, this is her diary, written over the course of a year, after her novel is rejected and a number of other things happen. In it, she charts her thoughts about literature, walking, living partly in France and partly in London, relationships, friendship, sex and all manner of things in between. I found myself drawn in by her lifestyle which is delightfully stereotypically writer-y, all glamourous poverty, cheery local neighbourhoods and eccentric friends, with a whiff of high culture and really good food. The title comes from a state described by Keats, about trying to exist and accept uncertainty, and realising that this state can help rebuild after uncertainty or change. This book is the year Roberts spent in trying to achieve it. Strange and good-quirky, and a helpful idea to have in your arsenal in these strange times.

At the Pond: Hampstead Ladies Pond – various

What a sweet little book this is! It’s a series of essays written for each season of the year, about women who have swum in Hampstead Ladies Pond. I’m not at all sure about swimming in a pond with creatures and weeds (it feels less fresh than the sea) but there is something beguiling about this space that I’m really intrigued about what it’s like there and have been Googling pictures. It helped to have this to read in between chapters of the Lemm Sissay book (see below).

Everybody Died so I Got a Dog – Emily Dean

I bought this on the basis of its title alone, it seemed so very me. I had never heard of Emily Dean before – apparently she presents things – but very much enjoyed this story of her upbringing, politely described as bohemian but essentially closer to child neglect and general awfulness by her parents. However, that is all background to the main part of the story – her beloved sister gets an aggressive form of cancer and dies very quickly, and then as Emily tries to deal with this, her mother and later her father both die. These are not likeable people but it all felt very human, the messes we make and the ways we can only rely on dogs to save us from ourselves.

Some Kids I Taught and What They Taught Me – Kate Clanchy

Oh this book. I read it the week of the exams fiasco. Many people have described it as ‘uplifting’ but I cannot fathom why. It is one teacher’s story of working with vulnerable children, children who have been dumped on by the system, and while you might find it uplifting to see how she gets them to describe how they feel, and how they can write poems that help describe their experiences, I couldn’t help but feel incredibly angry. We are broken. We are letting them and ourselves down. Loads of teachers are doing excellent unsung work, like this but without a book deal, but they are not receiving the wider support and resources they and the children need. I don’t know why we accept this, why we aren’t pouring cash into making sure we educate people and help look after them. Read this. It’s excellent. Then for god’s sake vote for someone who will resource education the way it needs to be resourced.

Vita and Virginia – Sarah Gristwood

I bought this on our first visit back to a National Trust property, along with jam and scones. Obligatory. It’s a basic intro to the friendship between Vita and Virginia, how their story started as a love affair and settled into a deep friendship. As I read so much Woolf last year, I knew most of it but this is a lovely book and I enjoyed the focus on the two of them and also the pictures.

Gears For Queers – Abigail Melton and Lilith Cooper

I like a good travel book and have read a number of cycle touring books over the years but it never really occurred to me that the writers/ cyclists were all fit, able bodied folk pedalling miles without a care. This changes all that. Abi and Lilith are partners who have a range of health problems, mental and physical, and who decide to go on a cycle tour across Europe. They are unfit, very poor and in some ways quite badly equipped. But this of course adds to the experience and this diary is told in alternate chapters by each, often giving you both sides of the story. I enjoyed this and it’s good once in a while to be reminded that you need to look at things from another point of view.

My Name is Why – Lemn Sissay

I read an excerpt of this when it was first published and wept all over the newspaper. The book is perhaps a little better – no less awful in terms of what happens – but you get a sense of how he became the man he is, how he found the necessary resilience to manage. Lemn was born to an unmarried single mother who had to go back to Ethiopia after he was born, and after he had been taken from her. She would not sign the adoption papers but having had to leave, lost what little claim she had. He was raised by foster parents for a number of years and was given another name. Then his foster parents, almost on a whim, it seemed, rejected him and sent him away from the main home he had known. He spent a year in a children’s home. I won’t tell you more, but this is all described through the documents kept at the time and which he had to request as an adult in order to find out the truth about his childhood. It is incomprehensible to me that people can treat children with such casual attitudes, such banal cruelty. Again, an essential read.

Fiction:

Middle England – Jonathan Coe

Just the two fiction titles this month and to be honest, at times this felt like reading a newspaper. This is the third in Coe’s Rotters Club trilogy, and examines the years leading up to and including the Brexit referendum. Coe is excellent when considering the personal impact of Brexit, and he does try to put across some idea of why people may have voted to Leave, even if his sympathies are very firmly on the Remain camp. His strengths lie in his characters and he writes with fondness for many of them.

Dissolution – CS Sansom

This is the first in the Matthew Shardlake series and is set in Tudor times. Shardlake, an associate of Thomas Cromwell, goes to investigate the violent killing of another associate, at a monastery. At the time of the Dissolution, the monks are obviously shifty and on edge, unwilling to accept that change must come to them and there are lots of secrets buried in the monastery. I really enjoyed this, it’s good to remember other interpretations of Cromwell besides Mantel and, like the best crime fiction, this gives you real insight into the troubles in society at the time of such change in the kingdom.

The Little Free Library NG7

At one point recently, I looked at the pile of books by the back door waiting to be donated to a charity shop and wondered if it might be easier to find somewhere to leave them nearby for other people to enjoy. I envisioned a little shelf on my road with a sign asking people to help themselves. The main argument against this (aside from not having a spare shelf or anything to waterproof it with) was that I was concerned that my neighbour would spot the two books she gave me over the fence and realise that I hadn’t read them. (It was a nice gesture on her part, I just don’t fancy James Patterson books.)

Luckily for Nottingham, other people are less rubbish than me and do amazing things with scrap bits of wood. So, if you find yourself in the New Basford area, take a stroll to Central Avenue (it runs parallel to Nottingham Road) and check out the Little Free Library.

Here it is.

It’s jam packed with books, of all kinds, including a Diary of a Wimpy Kid book that E hadn’t read and was very pleased to find. The library works on an exchange system: you leave a book, you take a book. We took two books and left three. We also left a comment in the visitor’s book to say hello and thank you.

A while back, a local phone box was full of books and I thought that was great too. Certainly no one uses it for phoning people any more. Perhaps we should reclaim more spaces to share our books.

For now, you can find the Little Free Library on Central Avenue, New Basford, next to Cooper and Berry’s, and on Twitter @littlefreeng7

Reading in July

It’s not been a vintage month for reading. So it is with some relief that August is here and I can let this month’s books go (figuratively at least, as the charity shop bins are still resolutely shut to donations. I am considering piling my leftovers in the local phone box and inviting people to help themselves.)

On the plus side I did browse in an actual bookshop, not once but twice this month! However, since the shops have to then put the books away for a few days if you’ve touched them, I tried very hard not to browse in the normal way. Those of us who browse by reading the back of the book, and then flicking through the pages at the style, are struggling with this but I was as good as possible. The smell and feel of a bookshop are still the same though, even through a facemask, so thank you for being there still.

And so to July’s reading:

The Country Girls – Edna O’Brien

It took some trouble and the wrong order from a local bookshop to get hold of this book, which has been in those lists of books for feminists to read for YEARS. So after all that, it was perhaps inevitable that it was quite disappointing. I can imagine the fuss when it came out, and I know the reasons it was banned in Ireland, but I found it riven with cliche and rather bothersome. It is entirely possible that O’Brien’s book opened the door to the cliches of poor Irish peasants encountering nuns but I’m not interested in reading about them. Sorry Edna.

The Truants – Kate Weinberg

This debut was billed as a mix of The Secret History and Agatha Christie but sadly it’s neither, let alone both. A campus-set ‘mystery’ but sadly let down by formula. The writing is promising but there needs to be more depth to the characters.

Big Sky – Kate Atkinson

My personal belief that Atkinson has been dialling it in for the last few years was not improved by this, the latest in her Jackson Brodie series. Stick to the earlier books.

Frankissstein – Jeanette Winterson

I usually like Winterson’s books, and I really enjoyed her retelling of Shakespeare’s the Winter’s Tale but I was nervous about this – I found Frankinstein to be a duty read. But interviews with winterson found her speaking with passion and interest about the book, and the themes and it was a reading group choice so I thought I’d give it a go. It is packed with ideas, some of them only a couple of sentences long but if those were explored, they could be a novel in themselves. There were so many ideas, so much speculation that, in my opinion, the characters were pretty reductive. It was all rather shallow.

When the Music Stops – Joe Heap

This was an advance read on Netgalley, about an old woman with dementia who finds herself and her baby grandson on a drifting boat with leakage problems. It is a perilous start, which leads us back into the past which a different chapter bringing us a piece of her past, and characters from her past appearing as ghosts on the boat to help her try and get to safety. I really liked the structure, and the characterisation is great. Bookmark this to get when it’s published in the autumn, and take a moment to enjoy its beautiful cover.

The Easternmost House – Juliet Blaxlands

This is a memoir of sorts, an account of a year living in a house that is perilously close to a cliff that is crumbling into the North Sea. I thought it sounded fascinating and, in another author’s hands, it probably would have been. This reeks of privilege and misanthropy, and speaking as someone who is quite misanthropic herself, it was too much even for me. While I think some of her points about our strange attitudes towards food production are accurate, the way they are phrased and the way she looks at them makes me want to yell at her. There was less about the sea than I wanted to read about, most of the book it seemed unlikely they lived near the sea at all. Really disappointing.

A Suitable Boy – Vikram Seth

This has sat on my shelves for years and with the TV series starting this month, I thought I’d better finally get round to it. I’m not going to finish it. I read enough to cover episode one and more, and it’s just too flowery and dull for me. I don’t hate it, it’s nice enough but for 1,400 pages, I need more than ‘I don’t hate it.’ Someone one Twitter said they really liked very long novels where very little happens but that someone is not me. Sorry Vikram, I’m dnf-ing this one and going back to An Equal Music, which I loved.

There you go. One book this month that I enjoyed. Not a vintage month! However, August has started well and I’m enjoying the books I’m reading right now so fingers crossed this continues.

May’s reading

An Inheritance – Diane Simmons

This is an excellent novella in flash, a series of short stories that link to tell the story of seventy years and four generations of a single family. As you’d expect for a flash piece, it demonstrates really tight writing and Simmons can really paint a picture with few words.

Station Eleven – Emily St John Mandel

My work reading group chose this to read – a novel about a pandemic, nice timing – and yet I found it strangely comforting. It is a hopeful book anyway, the idea of a theatre company travelling around a ravaged America performing Shakespeare couldn’t be anything but, and yet the parts where the disease starts to take hold were also interesting to read. It was worse than we had outside the walls and that too, was comforting in a weird way. Mandel was lauded for this when it was published and rightly so. Very enjoyable.

Hamnet – Maggie O’Farrell

I love Maggie’s writing. And her books. This was a departure from her usual style – into historical fiction – and although I often say I don’t like historical fiction, it isn’t true. The story of Shakespeare’s son who died and inspired his father’s greatest play – O’Farrell takes the scant facts we know of Shakespeare and runs with them. She restores Anne Hathaway to prominence in WS’s life and Anne is the main character here, a wife and mother grieving and confused by her family’s tragedy. This is heart in the mouth kind of writing, and insightful on grief, loss and love. One of this year’s best.

High Wages – Dorothy Whipple

I was recommended Whipple by a friend and, given that she lived and wrote in Nottingham, I was keen to read her. This is great stuff, a really enjoyable tale of a working class shopgirl trying to make her way in inter-war years, and navigating work, old fashioned employers and confused swains.

Dear Emmie Blue – Lia Louis

I read an advance copy of this, by my Twitter pal Lia, and I loved it. I don’t read a lot of what I believe is called ‘chick lit’ type books but Lia’s writing is so fun and assured that I make exceptions. Emmie, aged 16, releases a balloon with her name and email address on and hopes that a fabulous person finds it. That person is Lucas, in France, and they become best friends. Now, many years later, Emmie has realised she is in love with Lucas but he is about to get married to someone else. The book is about destiny thwarted, sustainable friendships and Jon Bon Jovi, the characters are dear flawed sillies and the writing makes you race through the book as fast as you can.

The Birdwatcher – William Shaw

I picked this up because my hubbie is a birder and it’s set in Kent where I grew up. It’s a crime thriller, the first in a series with a new detective and yet the focus of the book is not on the detective but on her partner, an old grizzled cop (aren’t they all?) whose neighbour is found brutally killed, and his death leads them down a path of trafficking, drugs and dark secrets. A light read.

June reading round up

I’m a bit late to July but I get there eventually. So, how is reading developing for you under this strange in-between time from lockdown into that already hackneyed phrase ‘new normal’? I felt like June’s reading was nearly back to normal, but looking at the list, it wasn’t really. But I tell you what does work if you’re still struggling with reading – rereading! Yes, two books this month have been old favourites and they did give me a boost. I have also resurrected this year’s ambition to read those books that have been sitting for years on my shelves and cleared not one but three this month. So not bad going really.

Leo Days – Patricia Wendorf

This is a re-read and, I think, well out of print. My copy is a battered second hand book and I know nothing of the author but the book is a slim account of Ruth , one of those well meaning liberal types who volunteer somewhere to help the less fortunate because she can afford to. And then her husband leaves her, having had an affair with her sister, embezzled all the money from her father’s business and naffed off to avoid the consequences. So she has to move down to the part of town where she’s been volunteering and discovers what it’s like to live with the hoi polloi. It is naive and dated in some things, but I am still rather fond of it and it has some relevant insight into how we treat others that is timeless.

Everything Under – Daisy Johnson

A ‘did not finish’ I’m afraid, despite the rave reviews. It was alright, the writing was good but I just didn’t really get on with it. I did wonder if it was part of the continual lockdown reading issue and in another time I might like it. I don’t know.

Pride and Prejudice – Jane Austen

Here’s my other re-read of the month. And what can we say about it that hasn’t already been said? Nothing, but it was an enormous comfort to me. Such dialogue! Such wit! Such cads in uniform and bitchy Bingley sisters and ghastly clergymen and their snotty patrons and silly younger sisters!

Half of a Yellow Sun – Chimamanda Ngozi Adiche

This has sat on the shelf for a few years and I thought it was time to get it down. It’s a cracking book, really assured deft storytelling and covering such a range of emotion. Set in Nigeria just before, during and after the Biafran War, we follow the fortunes of two sisters, their partners and friends, and their servants through the bid for independence and the shocking war and suffering that followed. Like many I suspect, I knew nothing of this part of history and Adiche really makes it leap off the page. Recommended.

The Goldfinch – Donna Tartt

Another book that has been taking up space on the shelves for a while. At 800+ pages, it is a monster. And having finished it, I’m still unsure about it. The early section in New York is very good. And then it wanders to Las Vegas and got less interesting before returning to New York and a strange ending. I don’t know. The first few pages are well written but ambling, then it really takes off and then she ambles again. I really feel like her editors should be firmer. And yet, actually the plot was the least interesting thing about it so do we want it firmed up?

Someone at a Distance – Dorothy Whipple

Having enjoyed the last Whipple so much (last month) I leapt straight into another and found it less enjoyable. It’s the story of a nasty grasping French girl who becomes a companion to an old English woman, to avoid watching her old lover get married to someone else, wins the old lady’s affection, an inheritance, and then sets out to seduce the old lady’s son, a previously happily married man. So a family is broken up and everyone is just quite tedious and dull about it. It is well done, the writing is sharp and Whipple is scathing about most of the characters but I just didn’t sympathise with any of them.

Why I’m No Longer Talking to White People About Race – Reni Eddo Lodge

The last book that has sat on the shelves for a while, the rise of the BLM movement prompted me to read this. It’s surprisingly easy to read, and I raced through it, and it’s also thought provoking. Lodge’s style of ‘personal experience leading to social history’ is a modern one and allows the reader to also reflect how they may have added to a situation or how they could react in the future. It also makes the book accessible and it’s understandable that there is currently a campaign to get it introduced in schools. My A level sociology course could have done with this kind of thing.

The Strangeworlds Travel Agency by LD Lapinski

The happiest of book birthdays to my pal LD Lapinksi, whose first book The Strangeworlds Travel Agency is published today! I’m so pleased to be able to share a review of the book with you and order you to rush (online) to buy it.2020-04-28 10.35.52

“There have always been places in our world where magic gathers.”

It’s a good opening line, yes? Intriguing enough to get you looking about you to spot such a place, yet knowing enough to make you realise you haven’t a prayer of finding one.

The Strangeworlds Travel Agency is the first in a trilogy of world jumping adventures of Flick Hudson, who discovers a strange shop in the small town she and her family have moved to. Here is the description of the shop from the book. I love this:

“The Strangeworlds Travel Agency was very much like a magical shop should be.

The leaded windows were dirty and cracked. There was peeling paint on the front door and it hardly ever seemed to be open. However, there was one element of the shop that refused to fade into the background: the sign over the window. It was always clearly painted, in silky gold letters embellished with black against a ruby-red background. There was a globe at the beginning of the sign and another at the end.”

I love how this starts off sounding like Black Books but moves quickly to something much more exciting and classy. Inside the shop are suitcases that are the portals to other worlds. But this isn’t just a Faraway Tree kind of ‘flitting through things for fun’ kind of series, these worlds are connected and there is trouble afoot. For the guardian of the agency, Jonathan Mercator, is looking for his father, a world jumper who has gone missing. When Flick and Jonathan join forces to try and find him, they find a whole lot more mischief and magic waiting for them…

I was excited to read this because I have knitted socks for the author and, as everybody knows, this is the basis for an excellent relationship. Seriously, though, I love what she’s already achieved with this, the first book in the series. The details of each world are delightful, packed with humour and observation but there is a serious tone and messages for our world that resonate without being preachy. In Flick, we have a great main character that is brave and adventurous, but also loving and occasionally self-doubting and, as such, she feels real – a real person acting as we might.

I really enjoyed this but my daughter (aged 7) heard the opening description of the book above as read by LD herself on Youtube last week, and her mouth dropped open with excitement. She has excellent reading taste, so if you don’t take my word for what a great book this is, take hers.

You can buy The Strangeworlds Travel Agency at all good bookshops that are currently offering mail order (and many of them are – why not buy independent?)

Word up

The Oxford English Dictionary is asking for people the world over to vote for their most disliked word. It’s an interesting exercise as I imagine more people will be able to come together over what they don’t like than what they do. But after thinking and discussing this a little, I think people select words they don’t like for broader reasons than for words they do like.

Here. OED have already put forward some frontrunners. ‘Moist’ is one. In New Zealand, ‘phlegm’ is another. I don’t mind either but it’s clear they are disliked because of the wider context they’re used in. OED predict ‘cancer’ will be up there, for obvious reasons.

I examined my own disliked words. Aside from corporate jargon (action as a verb, going forward and so on) I cited ‘awesome’, ‘guys’, ‘zeitgeist’, and ‘gifting’. I immediately offended a friend who uses three of those regularly. But when I explained my reasons, it was clear it wasn’t the words that was the problem, it was the context I objected to.

‘Awesome’ is overused and overwhelmingly signals a state of mind I cannot get on with. It often sounds false to me, a marketing trick. The Lego movie made this point well for me. Everything was not awesome.

‘Guys’ is something you often hear when being herded in a crowd, security guards at gigs, people asking you to queue differently. It’s chummy. It’s used when they want to appear approachable but firm. It’s like those adverts where they encourage you to find out more about the product by calling their salesperson, who only has a first name and mobile number. They think it’s informal and friendly. I’m an introvert and I will barely call people I know on their mobile. There is no way I’ll call a complete stranger and call them by their first name on their mobile. Referring to me as ‘guys’ is part of this. I think it’s also my middle aged curmudgeonliness that dislikes it. My offended friend is younger than me, and nicer.

‘Zeitgeist’ I only dislike because a colleague I disliked in a previous job used it a lot in an attempt to appear more intellectual than he really was. It’s a good word. He was a wanker.

‘Gifting’ is a corporate hangover from working at Waterstone’s. The early gifting period, they said, or as normal people know it, October.

Conversely when I thought of words I do like, I like them in the main because of the way they sound. ‘Twilight’, ‘beguiling’, ‘haberdashery’. They all sound beautiful. There is no word I like because of its context and none that I dislike because of the sound.

It’s our usage that we dislike, the context and meaning. Liking things gives us more luxury to listen without the baggage. Or it does for me, anyway.

April reads

It seems a long month. But a nice range of books this month. I even ventured briefly into non-fiction.

The Year of Living Danishly – Helen Russell

After so many war books last month I couldn’t face something serious to start the month so I decided to read about Denmark instead. This is an Englishwoman abroad, as Helen Russell’s husband lands his dream job at Lego. She is a magazine writer living a hectic life and they are trying to conceive a baby. I found this quite interesting, partly as I’d like to go to Denmark, but also because I’m nosy about other people’s lives, but my god she was whiny! She expressed surprise that living in a different country was indeed different to living in London and didn’t seem to let up at all. Even a year living in a warm house by the sea was something she complained about. Eventually, thank god, she relaxes and seems to adjust, but there must be better ways of writing about Denmark than this.

A God in Ruins – Kate Atkinson

I always forget how difficult I find Atkinson’s books to get into. It always takes me a while to remember why I like her. This has been lauded, but I didn’t like it as much as the last one (and I found the last one tough too, probably because of the amount of child death in the first 50 pages…) The parts about Bomber Command are masterful and absorbing to read – the interview with Atkinson at the end states that this was her focus – but the other parts are interesting, if nothing else. The generational gap is well observed, but the daughter character is utterly ghastly and so when the ‘twist’ comes, it’s not as gut wrenching as when McEwan did the same thing in Atonement. (That’s the closest I can come to a spoiler.)

The Invention of Wings – Sue Monk Kidd

This month’s reading group choice was a chance to delve into someone else’s history for a while, and so we leap straight into slave-holding South Carolina. An eleven-year old girl Sarah is given a slave for her birthday and immediately tries to free her. When this fails, she teaches her to read instead, ensuring that the two women will always be joined despite the separations and trials that the years bring. This is the fictionalised story of Sarah Grimke, an abolitionist, and is told in alternate chapters with the completely fictional life of her slave Hetty. I enjoyed the slave chapters more, mainly as Sarah’s character seemed flittery and annoying.It may also be my liberal squeamishness but I dislike these ‘white people discover how awful slavery was’ books (The Help was another.) Having said all that, it’s pretty good.

On Helwig Street – Richard Russo

Russo is one of my favourite authors of all time so this tale of growing up with a mother who was mentally unstable is fascinating, if only to try and spot where his influences and ideas come from. But my goodness, it’s also a hard read. It’s partly because his mother is, I think, mostly undiagnosed for most of her life, so had she been born later, there may have been more help available for her. And you also see how much of a toll looking after her is on Russo and his family. You do also get to examine the power of memory, or not, and again, being a bit nosy, I like to find out more about someone I admire so much.

Summer of 76 – Isabel Ashdown

After the Second World War, slavery and mental illness, some light reading was required and this did the job. Summer of 76 features the heatwave, swinging and some teenagers stuck on the Isle of Wight. In some places I felt it could have done with a spot of editing, but on the whole it’s a nice beach read type book.