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Each week we send out a new selection of reviews, with suggestions of why you might enjoy a book, why you might not, and what might be an ideal accompaniment.Words with JAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16595838458076154912noreply@blogger.comBlogger746125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244699633333888810.post-58982462507512257152022-06-07T07:31:00.000-07:002022-06-07T07:31:06.643-07:00The Roles We Play by Sabba Khan<b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghGB9OhGfFwt-G_kKRy29rwijWYy_-ZEzS2hSxFuCYa09va0_b38op4O9L0Ypyj_Mxe4-YAq3WFKPOiVu_da36TMglUdZGzGXpf2sD01xaUQzo9OnPMiS1VtiLcYmnVRDciZi4HYPRBPy4Lyzu99QMaAaXH6i3lI1195N01YKNNDWEauUJOAZEgnkn7g/s500/The%20Roles%20We%20Play.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="340" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghGB9OhGfFwt-G_kKRy29rwijWYy_-ZEzS2hSxFuCYa09va0_b38op4O9L0Ypyj_Mxe4-YAq3WFKPOiVu_da36TMglUdZGzGXpf2sD01xaUQzo9OnPMiS1VtiLcYmnVRDciZi4HYPRBPy4Lyzu99QMaAaXH6i3lI1195N01YKNNDWEauUJOAZEgnkn7g/s320/The%20Roles%20We%20Play.jpg" width="218" /></a></div><br />Reviewer: </b>Catriona Troth <br /><br /><b>What We Thought of It: </b><br /><br />WINNER of the 2022 Jhalak Prize. <br /><br />If you ever thought graphic novels were just for light entertainment, cast those thoughts aside now. The Roles We Play is a profound exploration of the experience of diaspora, at once universal and deeply personal. <br /><br />Khan begins with the story of the Mangla dam, which flooded fertile land in the Mirpur region on the borders of Pakistan and Kashmir, displacing vast numbers of the Mirpuri people from their homes and bringing so many of them – including Khan’s family – to the UK. <br /><br />Thereafter, her story, her family’s story and the wider story of the Mirpuri people interweave. Stripped of their language and culture, looked down on on two continents, by British and Pakistanis alike, they close in on themselves – at once generous in looking out for extended family, and rigid in holding to traditions and re-enforcing hierarchies. <br /><br />Khan explores her own journey – beginning to question the certainties of her religion, giving up wearing pardah (her hijab) – but all the time find herself ‘not enough’ – not white enough, not brown enough, not Muslim enough, not secular enough. <br /><br />“With centuries of othering, how can we speak out for ourselves when we don’t know what being treated with humanity looks like?” she asks. <br /><br />Sabba Khan is an architectural designer, and her line drawings frequently revolve around houses broken open and exposed to the eye, impossible staircases, doorways that let you through or shut you out… Her human figures are simple but expressive. She often draws herself naked, underlying her vulnerability. The images of her face are often fractured into different parts, as others see her or as she sees herself. <br /><br />To add another layer to this multi-media experience, Khan has curated a playlist to accompany the book – an eclectic selection of tracks, one for every chapter, from western artists such as Queen, Radiohead, Prodigy… to South Asian artists such as Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, Jagjit Singh and Mohammad Rafi. (You can listen to the playlist <a href="https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3VqtGV00x7lHPta5Vy7kU1?si=n15w8HHPSNq6zDrLMN4gRQ&utm_source=copy-link">here</a> on Spotify.) <br /><br />Khan examines both herself and her community with ruthless clarity and honestly. But the book is also full of wit and humour, both visual and verbal. There are drawings of her as a strawberry runner – an offshoot from the mother plant, kicking her way out of a box or buried under stones made of expectations. <br /><br />Brilliant on so many levels, and a more than worthy winner of the 2022 Jhalak Prize. <br /><br /><b>You’ll Enjoy This If You Loved:</b> <i>Antiemetic for Homesickness</i> by Romalyn Ante, <i>Dear Infidel</i> by Tamim Sadikali, How to Pronounce Knife by Souvankham Thammavongsa, <i>The Things We Do Not Tell the People We Love</i> by Huma Qureshi<div><br /><b>Avoid If You Dislike:</b> Philosophy, psychology, introspection and geopolitics <br /><b><br />Perfect Accompaniment: </b>Chai, and Khan’s own <a href="https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3VqtGV00x7lHPta5Vy7kU1?si=n15w8HHPSNq6zDrLMN4gRQ&utm_source=copy-link">playlist</a>, naturally. <br /><br /><b>Genre: </b>Graphic novel, autobiography <br /><i><br /><a href="https://uk.bookshop.org/books/the-roles-we-play/9781912408306">Buy This Book Here</a></i> <br /><br /> <br /><br /> </div>LibraryCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11461629705267459809noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244699633333888810.post-89258371645340921032022-04-27T08:28:00.005-07:002022-05-27T03:46:27.302-07:00Danny Chung Does Not Do Maths by Maisie Chan, illustrated by Anh Cao<b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt_Xodq3Y89MnKIuXCBFY5dvLaz_NSq54hFxJ3CRwLfmKBuQNDGrSQ39vkcYCjBwcIMktj3-Sz2J40jSGnq4sgybrqPWMhUrG0QtBfhyvL3dZO5Ikf4p9zqWCWbfUL41X0NQ0NLy-LHN8GUjwErxWmiNuAXaP-xgGV0dKTfGORUTnNFLcFCCtyMOLJnQ/s500/Danny%20Chung%20does%20not%20do%20maths.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="325" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt_Xodq3Y89MnKIuXCBFY5dvLaz_NSq54hFxJ3CRwLfmKBuQNDGrSQ39vkcYCjBwcIMktj3-Sz2J40jSGnq4sgybrqPWMhUrG0QtBfhyvL3dZO5Ikf4p9zqWCWbfUL41X0NQ0NLy-LHN8GUjwErxWmiNuAXaP-xgGV0dKTfGORUTnNFLcFCCtyMOLJnQ/s320/Danny%20Chung%20does%20not%20do%20maths.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><br />Reviewer: </b>Catriona Troth <br /><br /><b>What We Thought of It: </b><br /><br />Danny Chung is excited when he finds his parents are planning to give his bedroom a makeover. He thinks he will be able to start having is best friend Ravi over for sleepovers. But then he finds out that his new roommate is in fact is grandmother from China – who doesn’t even speak English. <br /><br />Danny is expected to look after his grandmother, when what he really wants to be doing is drawing his cartoons. And what about the maths project he is supposed to be doing in the holidays? The one that is part of a big inter-school competition? Not that he wants to be doing maths. Danny Chung does not do maths <br /><br /><i>Danny Chung Does Not Do Maths</i> is a funny and affectionate portrait of life as the child of immigrant parents: of the struggle to find your own voice and be accepted for who you really are. It’s also about discovering that wisdom can be found in the most unexpected places – and that maybe, just maybe, you and your eccentric, embarrassing grandmother might make the best team ever. And maybe the pair of them have something to teach Danny’s parents too – who are sometimes working too hard to really listen to their son. <br /><br />Danny’s cartoons are wonderfully realised by the illustrator Anh Cao. <br /><br /><b>WINNER of the 2022 Children’s and YA Jhalak Prize. </b><br /><b><br />You’ll Enjoy This If You Loved:</b> <i>Night Bus Hero</i> by Onjali Q Raúf; <i>Tamarind and the Star of Ishta</i> by Jasbinder Bilan;<i> Chinglish</i> by Sue Cheung (for older YA readers) <br /><br /><b>Avoid If You Dislike: </b>Stories about intergenerational conflict <br /><br /><b>Perfect Accompaniment:</b> dim sum <br /><br /><b>Genre:</b> Children’s (middle grade) <br /><br /><a href="https://uk.bookshop.org/books/danny-chung-does-not-do-maths/9781800780019">Buy This Book Here</a>LibraryCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11461629705267459809noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244699633333888810.post-39640467615817145892022-04-27T08:28:00.004-07:002022-04-27T08:43:48.891-07:00Lionheart Girl by Yaba Badoe<b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVs-jeEciYWQ2CqwIIYjRNEptTP80D8r1lhNoN8b_4JgZwZkaVmaFlgr0bzIf6dIYY3cJS-cmk-UO7Oo3V9ucCq053-Bq9nmWxkqXvxKK2dbHqHMPQNAQU5_Isx7FfC6iX59wr-yxbyLkak90CUx6BObSVBmAsYjzK0k9XdrUe0Y-_em3Xpl_8L7Aztg/s500/lionheart%20girl.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="313" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVs-jeEciYWQ2CqwIIYjRNEptTP80D8r1lhNoN8b_4JgZwZkaVmaFlgr0bzIf6dIYY3cJS-cmk-UO7Oo3V9ucCq053-Bq9nmWxkqXvxKK2dbHqHMPQNAQU5_Isx7FfC6iX59wr-yxbyLkak90CUx6BObSVBmAsYjzK0k9XdrUe0Y-_em3Xpl_8L7Aztg/s320/lionheart%20girl.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />Reviewer:</b> Catriona Troth <br /><br /><b>What We Thought of It: </b><br /><br /><i>This is my home, yet I have to tell you plain-plain, my corner of the world is an inside-out, upside-down, twist-in-time place where strange things happen. </i><br /><br />Sheba has been brought up by her grandmother and aunts – a family of women with magic in their fingers in a village in West African. Founded to protect those escaping from the slave traders, it has remained invisible for centuries and can only be discovered by those in the direst need. They live in a house without men, watched over by the spirit of Sheba’s grandfather, the chief Nana Gyata su, who can be seen at times walking the corridors of the house in the shape of a lion. <br /><br />Sheba, like the rest of her family, has a gift. When she touches someone’s hair, to braid it and style it, she can read their memories and sense their innermost thoughts. But the most powerful of them all may be Sheba’s mother, the terrifying Sika, who can summon crows to do her bidding, and whose magic is far darker and more dangerous. <br /><br />Sheba and her friends must reach deep within themselves to stop Sika destroying their village, and to protect themselves from getting sucked into her darkness. <br /><br />The story is grounded in West African mythology, but there are also elements here of contemporary reality. Yaba Badoe is a Ghanaian-British documentary film maker. In 2011, she produced the film, <i>The Witches of Gambaga</i>, which tells the story of women in Ghana who have been accused of witchcraft and who have found sanctuary in the town on Gambaga in the north of the country. <br /><br />The book is beautifully illustrated with delicate, shadowy images of trees, feathers, lions, and also with Adinkra symbols – Ghanaian designs used in fabrics and pottery, that each represent an abstract concept such as truth, strength and independence.<div><br /><div>A story of courage and friendship and reaching deep inside yourself to find out who you really are. <br /><br /><b>Longlisted for the 2022 Children’s and YA Jhalak Prize. </b><br /><br /><b>You’ll Enjoy This If You Loved:</b> <i>Children of Blood and Bone</i> by Tomi Adeyemi; <i>The Marrow Thieves</i> by Cherie Dimaline <br /><br /><b>Avoid If You Dislike:</b> Dark fantasy <br /><br /><b>Perfect Accompaniment: </b>Tilapia grilled on an open fire <br /><br /><b>Genre:</b> Young Adult, Fantasy, Magic realism <br /><br /><a href="https://uk.bookshop.org/books/lionheart-girl/9781789540857">Buy This Book Here</a></div></div>LibraryCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11461629705267459809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244699633333888810.post-76907276786722379362022-04-27T08:28:00.003-07:002022-04-27T08:28:54.503-07:00Keeping the House by Tice Cin<b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikoQx67eTSgNTq_yX-DqRgxpUqlvad2k-t6y59AM5hB5e56_VZ7GcqHpAoFQEsvp8wSzKNlViCYjeGdvpe3iHegYUAsE7uny3-z8qXfpsWwY2mDj_XJRo5OUiJTDWJUgEDd1sTmV8ACv-DRhgqx9-PjlWbX_azElPchQQ0auNLk18rvCjLQmnAi393bg/s500/keeping%20the%20house.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="326" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikoQx67eTSgNTq_yX-DqRgxpUqlvad2k-t6y59AM5hB5e56_VZ7GcqHpAoFQEsvp8wSzKNlViCYjeGdvpe3iHegYUAsE7uny3-z8qXfpsWwY2mDj_XJRo5OUiJTDWJUgEDd1sTmV8ACv-DRhgqx9-PjlWbX_azElPchQQ0auNLk18rvCjLQmnAi393bg/s320/keeping%20the%20house.jpg" width="209" /></a></div><br />Reviewer:</b> Catriona Troth <br /><br /><b>What We Thought of It: </b><br /><br />When Damla’s father is sent to prison, her mother, Ayla, must navigate her way around north London’s Turkish Cypriot drugs trade to make one last deal to keep a roof over her familys heads. <br /><br />Ayla, far from the helpless little woman the drugs gang initially takes her for, masterminds a slow-burning plan to plant packets of heroin within the hearts of cabbages as they grow, and then smuggle them inside the full-grown vegetables. <br /><br />What follows, however, is far from a typical crime thriller. The story of the drugs trade is smuggled inside a much larger narrative. Told from the points of view of three generations of Cypriots around the Broadwater Farm estate in Tottenham, it’s an intimate, sometimes funny, sometimes tragic portrait of an immigrant community. It moves backwards and forwards in time between 1999 and 2012, splintering between different perspectives, as if we are peeking in through different windows, catching glimpses of stories that we must stitch together to form the whole. <br /><br />Damla is having her own (mis)adventures with Cemile, the younger sister of Feliz – a girl so wild she takes the heat off the two younger girls and lets them get away with more than they should. The two are what Cin describes as “under-the-kitchen-table kids” – vaguely neglected; disconnected from their communities without quite knowing why, tumbling into experiences they are not really mature enough to handle. <br /><br />Tice Cin is poet and digital artist as well as an author. Her prose periodically elides into poetry. Her language is lush: the sounds of it, and the images is conjures, all carefully considered. <br /><br />Like so many immigrant stories, much revolves around food. Not only the traditional Turkish dishes cooked by Damla’s grandmother (“t<i>he meals that slid oil into you, that kept you full when you wanted to eat more but couldn’t.”</i>) but the sticky Panda pop and barbecued ribs Damla buys for her little brother – the foods of their adopted home in north London. <br /><br /><b>Shortlisted for the 2022 Jhalak Prize. </b><br /><br /><b>You’ll Enjoy This If You Loved: </b><i>You People</i> by Nikita Lalwani, <i>A Cupboard Full of Coats</i> by Yvvette Edwards <br /><br /><b>Avoid If You Dislike:</b> Fragmented narratives. Stories centred around drug dealing. <br /><br /><b>Perfect Accompaniment:</b> Helva (tahini-based fudge-like sweet) <br /><br /><b>Genre: </b>Crime. Literary. <br /><br /><a href="https://uk.bookshop.org/books/keeping-the-house/9781913505080">Buy This Book Here</a> <br /><br /> LibraryCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11461629705267459809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244699633333888810.post-46035423229144249942022-04-27T08:28:00.002-07:002022-04-27T08:28:44.007-07:00Things We Do Not Tell the People We Love by Huma Qureshi<b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKJ7vljgsHgvbxqjdKE2akQfUnRMvk7ayIdt0g0mlTWIVNKP1qESKIdHIJH8M5MInEhEZeO2AktCvhI8tQVOSSzHANO8UkuVraGZsgPayoJgg30U0oLUg0dWPnZyq-EXS0abbjNs8hXd77SR5uLuAryoOwtkNLYJd6E52cASQtrS0GEfwgQDcOUne2dw/s500/things%20we%20do%20not%20tell%20the%20people%20we%20love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="312" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKJ7vljgsHgvbxqjdKE2akQfUnRMvk7ayIdt0g0mlTWIVNKP1qESKIdHIJH8M5MInEhEZeO2AktCvhI8tQVOSSzHANO8UkuVraGZsgPayoJgg30U0oLUg0dWPnZyq-EXS0abbjNs8hXd77SR5uLuAryoOwtkNLYJd6E52cASQtrS0GEfwgQDcOUne2dw/s320/things%20we%20do%20not%20tell%20the%20people%20we%20love.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />Reviewer: </b>Catriona Troth <br /><b><br />What We Thought of It: </b><br /><br />Huma Qureshi’s <i>Things We Do Not Tell the People We Love</i> is a collection of stories about the fractures that run through relationships. Between mothers and daughters. Husbands and wives. Friends and mis-matched lovers. <br /><br />There is the supressed memory of a sexual assault, buried so deep it has never seemed important enough to tell the man she loves. We meet a daughter who, heartbroken at the death of her father, attempts to poison her mother. Another who pushes her mother from the balcony of a hotel bedroom. A mixed-race engaged couple break apart over a failure to see each other’s point of view. A wife in an arranged marriage slides into post-partum depression with a husband with whom she cannot connect. Another folds paper cranes as she recovers from her third miscarriage. <br /><br />Listing the themes makes this collection sound dark, even grim. Yet something about it nonetheless feels like soul-food. Life-affirming. <br /><br />Qureshi’s language is often lyrical, conjuring beauty even when her mood is dark. “<i>In the afternoons, lazy white clouds rolled through the sky like long cats, casting a thin shade between dissolving to let the sun stretch into the evenings again.</i>” In another story, loose stars roll like spare change across the city sky. There is a recurring image of floating paper – not just the origami cranes, but butterflies floating like bits of ripped paper in the breeze, petals of bougainvillea scattering like paper hearts falling in slow motion. <br /><br /><b>Longlisted for the 2022 Jhalak Prize</b>, this is a collection of stories that would bear reading and re-reading. <br /><br /><b>You’ll Enjoy This If You Loved</b>: <i>Subjunctive Moods</i> by C G Menon; <i>Love Across A Broken Map</i> by The Whole Kahani <br /><b><br />Avoid If You Dislike:</b> Stories about the things that break relationships <br /><br /><b>Perfect Accompaniment:</b> Folding an origami paper crane <br /><br /><b>Genre:</b> Short stories. Literary <br /><br /><a href="https://uk.bookshop.org/books/things-we-do-not-tell-the-people-we-love/9781529368673">Buy This Book Here</a> <br /><br /> LibraryCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11461629705267459809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244699633333888810.post-83511858530253730092022-03-11T08:08:00.000-08:002022-03-11T08:08:18.362-08:00Sankofa by Chibundu Onuzo<p><b> </b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhM6Aqe_oAC6FX_BBTuyDlD-bc25gd9uEtmvFxYM7VoiwhjzAL4ay8KITrmk8KgV_VmR0hwQBZ7rkKhg45_cf9sYqdLIPvJUxf0pnQsCw9aECa0HAKYYoqjP7_xZ6WAEHjbk6hgwg1kkjNelw_iG6HaitAtTiBAwikFu8RMNc_QeHq4Ycj6NH_cyIjq4g=s500" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="315" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhM6Aqe_oAC6FX_BBTuyDlD-bc25gd9uEtmvFxYM7VoiwhjzAL4ay8KITrmk8KgV_VmR0hwQBZ7rkKhg45_cf9sYqdLIPvJUxf0pnQsCw9aECa0HAKYYoqjP7_xZ6WAEHjbk6hgwg1kkjNelw_iG6HaitAtTiBAwikFu8RMNc_QeHq4Ycj6NH_cyIjq4g=s320" width="202" /></a></b></div><b><br /></b><a name="_Hlk92706461"><b>Reviewer: </b>Catriona Troth</a><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk92706461;">W</span>hat We Thought of
It:</b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i>“You came to meet a
man in the past. There is a mythical bird we have here, Anna. We call it Sankofa.
It flies forward with its head facing backwards. It’s a poetic image, but it
cannot work in real life.”</i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk92706461;">Clearing out the
house after the death of her mother, Anna comes across a notebook written by the
father she never knew. Written when he was a young African student on the fringes
of radical politics, it reveals a story she was never told – of how her parents
met. Yet it ends abruptly, without explanation as to why he left and never came
back.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk92706461;">With these clues to
go on, she begins to research his name, and discovers to her shock that her
father became the first President of Bamana, the country of his birth. And that
his legacy is anything but straightforward. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk92706461;">She first tracks
down the British academic who wrote his biography and then, with great trepidation,
travels to Bamana to confront her father and learn something about her own
identity. But Anna finds herself an <i>obroni</i> (foreigner) in Bamana, out of
her depth, pulled in different directions, judging the country – and her father
– with European eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk92706461;">Initially
suspicious, her father – still a powerful and wealthy man – makes her a Bamanan
citizen and then takes her to his country home, an estate where he wields enormous
power and where they call him Daasebre: “we cannot thank you enough”. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk92706461;">But other members of
the family are less than happy at the appearance of this previously unknown
eldest daughter from England. And when Anna begins to challenge some of her
father’s actions, things get complicated. Is there a way for Anna to find a
reconciliation between the two parts of herself? <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk92706461;">Sankofa is an exploration
of how identity impacts those of African heritage, of the complicated
relationship between Europe and Africa and how it affects them, their values
and their sense of self. Onuzo, like Anna, challenges both European and African
standards and assumptions.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b>You’ll Enjoy This If
You Loved:</b> <i>When We Speak of Nothing </i>by Olumide Poloola; <i>Admiring Silence</i> by
Abdulrazak Gurnah; <i>The Private Joys of Nnenna Maloney</i> by Okechukwu Nzelu; <i>Brit(ish)</i>
by Afua Hirsch<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b>Avoid If You
Dislike:</b> Fictionalised versions of Africa<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b>Perfect
Accompaniment:</b> A bottle of ice cold water and a sketchpad and paints<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b>Genre:</b> Contemporary,
Literary<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk92706461;"></span><a href="https://uk.bookshop.org/books/sankofa-a-reese-witherspoon-book-club-pick-and-a-bbc-2-between-the-covers-book-club-pick/9780349013152"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk92706461;">Buy This Book Here</span></a><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk92706461;"></span><o:p></o:p></p>LibraryCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11461629705267459809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244699633333888810.post-46499549971519759622022-03-10T01:08:00.000-08:002022-03-10T01:08:43.465-08:00Assembly by Natasha Brown<b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgtqSIKkKG6mI1b17fVSNHBxp3eE1jsQHtlgo4A5J5TvXwL-pfVEhc-5nDblhx2c1_YqoEmt5uvpL5xlfPM2JUbn0L7ZgmGix9CaJxsyfD1t6bbA_7PKQge8jFaNS6XnQp5YKajvbyTUlFKeWiQaKKwzoZp4EzHeHgcIRr93C_z_UBNP4JQcikVsT5mJA=s500" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="324" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgtqSIKkKG6mI1b17fVSNHBxp3eE1jsQHtlgo4A5J5TvXwL-pfVEhc-5nDblhx2c1_YqoEmt5uvpL5xlfPM2JUbn0L7ZgmGix9CaJxsyfD1t6bbA_7PKQge8jFaNS6XnQp5YKajvbyTUlFKeWiQaKKwzoZp4EzHeHgcIRr93C_z_UBNP4JQcikVsT5mJA=s320" width="207" /></a></div><br />Reviewer:</b> Catriona Troth <br /><br /><b>What We Thought of It: </b><br /><br />The protagonist of Natasha Brown’s<i> Assembly</i> is, to all outward appearances, a success story. Despite her background, despite the colour of her skin, she has ‘made it’. She has a good degree from a prestigious university, a well-paid high-flying job, a relationship with the kind of man who gives her entrée into British society. She is invited to give talks to young women in schools, to inspire them: <br /><br /><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><i>The diversity must be seen. How many young woman and girls have I lied to? How many have seen my grinning face advocating for this or that firm, or this industry, or that university, this life? </i></blockquote><br />But what no one else knows is that she has just received a cancer diagnosis. A cancer that will, without treatment, inevitably kill her. A treatment that she has decided to refuse. <br /><br />Through the weave of the narrative, the cancer becomes a metaphor for racism, her refusal of treatment a refusal of complicity. A refusal to accept ‘diversity’ and ‘tokenism’ as a sticking plaster in place of rooting out racism and inequality. <br /><br /><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><i>Surviving makes me a participant in their narrative. Succeed or fail, my existence only reinforces this construct. I reject it. I reject these options. I reject this life. Yes, I understand the pain. The pain is transformational – transcendent – the undoing of construction. A return, mercifully, to dust. </i></blockquote><br />Brown takes aim at the smug liberality that congratulates itself for the success of a few Black faces while at the same time: <br /><br /><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><i>We have seen now, just as then, the readiness of this government and its enterprising Home Secretary to destroy paper, our records and proof. What is citizenship when you’ve watched screaming Go home vans crawl your street? […] When British, reduced to paper, is swept aside and trodden over? </i></blockquote><br />Assembly is short, slim even for a novella. But Brown’s excoriating prose punches well above its slender weight. <br /><br /><b>You’ll Enjoy This If You Loved:</b> <i>Exquisite Cadavers</i> by Meena Kandasamy; <i>That Reminds Me </i>by Derek Owusu; <br /><br /><b>Avoid If You Dislike: </b>Fragmented narratives <br /><br /><b>Perfect Accompaniment: </b>Tea and toast <br /><br /><b>Genre:</b> Literary Fiction <br /><br /><a href="https://uk.bookshop.org/books/assembly/9780241515709">Buy This Book Here</a>LibraryCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11461629705267459809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244699633333888810.post-6740526394090629502022-03-08T05:44:00.001-08:002022-03-08T05:44:41.566-08:00Open Water by Caleb Azumah Nelson<b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi4BULMzL9pKZN1zKDakEiFS7bktlzLpFkIY9MrxxWkDYFYwkqg-r2uH5MsGqXFmD-EkOW3m7FtHv9rcq3B5FSyWy3UR53T3Ow48vHqmaSmC6dWnZUCZmGOSJoTRSnzQepbtr3bGtPjxA04b__Ejjid7gLwcAmIspVIfRjLUruKvT3lo7MkF2x3XsHPWA=s500" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="324" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi4BULMzL9pKZN1zKDakEiFS7bktlzLpFkIY9MrxxWkDYFYwkqg-r2uH5MsGqXFmD-EkOW3m7FtHv9rcq3B5FSyWy3UR53T3Ow48vHqmaSmC6dWnZUCZmGOSJoTRSnzQepbtr3bGtPjxA04b__Ejjid7gLwcAmIspVIfRjLUruKvT3lo7MkF2x3XsHPWA=s320" width="207" /></a></div><br />Reviewer:</b> Catriona Troth<br /><b><br />What We Thought of It: </b><br /><br /><i>Open Water</i> is an astonishing love story – delicate, tender, sensual, intimate. <br /><br />It is written in the second person – an unknown narrator addressing the male protagonist, a young Black man, throughout as ‘you’. Whoever this narrator is, they are privy to the man’s deepest and most private thoughts and emotions. As readers, we find ourselves at once deep inside the protagonist’s head, and yet at one critical remove from it – a clever, challenging and at times unsettling balancing act. <br /><br />The man meets the women he falls in love with at a party, when she is still in a relationship with a friend of his. He is a photographer, she a dancer. The connection is immediate and intense, and though neither of them makes a move to act upon it, the electricity between them is enough to fracture her previous relationship. <br /><br />For a long time, they remain as intimate friends, though the direction of travel of their relationship feels inevitable. Nelson’s descriptions of the slow graceful process of surrendering to love are exquisite: <br /><br /><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><i>You’re like a pair of jazz musicians, forever improvising. Or perhaps you are not musicians, but your love manifests in the music. Sometimes, your head tucked into her neck, you can feel her heartbeat thudding like a kick drum. Your smiles a grand piano, the glint in her eye like the twinkle of hands caressing ivory keys. </i></blockquote><br />Yet overshadowing everything is the ugly beat of racism, threatening to warp something inside him. <br /><br /><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><i>We are all hurting, you said. We are all trying to love, to breathe, and find ourselves stopped by that which is out of our control. We find ourselves unseen. We find ourselves. Unheard. We find ourselves mislabelled. We who are loud and angry, we who are bold and brash. We who are Black. We find ourselves not saying it how it is. We find ourselves scared. We find ourselves suppressed, you said.</i></blockquote><br />Could this ugliness destroy what is beautiful between them? Even though she knows its poison as well has he does? And if so, is there any way back? <br /><br />This is prose, but wall between it and poetry is gossamer thin. Each word has been weighed carefully and chosen for its impact on the ear and mind of the reader. You don’t read about this relationship: you live it.<div><br /><div>Winner of the 2021 Costa First Novel Award. <br /><b><br />You’ll Enjoy This If You Loved:</b> <i>Who’s Loving You? </i>(ed: Sareeta Domingo); <i>Love after Love</i> by Ingrid Persaud; <i>The Gift of Looking Closely</i> by Al Brookes <br /><br /><b>Avoid If You Dislike: </b>Second Person Narratives <br /><br /><b>Perfect Accompaniment:</b> 'Brenda' by Isaiah Rashad <br /><br /><b>Genre:</b> Literary Fiction, Romance <br /><br /><a href="https://uk.bookshop.org/books/open-water-winner-of-the-costa-first-novel-award-2021/9780241448786"><i>Buy This Book Here</i></a> <br /><br /> </div></div>LibraryCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11461629705267459809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244699633333888810.post-79499743671822489922022-03-07T08:46:00.000-08:002022-03-07T08:46:58.666-08:00The Crossing by Manjeet Mann<p><b> </b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhtm77TjDoF5UWNMPZeoScnXG5JNYLIZx_Wtlfnt5LRh-PtI-ms72xp4su3IBmvZqrtqkct7qQjCh-FAi_XHAgGANLFtPLjtGdN5ShBEdtO-fEeqbIY4JLyvUA7UjwgtEOs1BRIqaWGcmjhBaKQn8Pv6PmYgIyQBPvXhKL_3FjTbLrshXIRTgFlqK13dA=s500" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="325" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhtm77TjDoF5UWNMPZeoScnXG5JNYLIZx_Wtlfnt5LRh-PtI-ms72xp4su3IBmvZqrtqkct7qQjCh-FAi_XHAgGANLFtPLjtGdN5ShBEdtO-fEeqbIY4JLyvUA7UjwgtEOs1BRIqaWGcmjhBaKQn8Pv6PmYgIyQBPvXhKL_3FjTbLrshXIRTgFlqK13dA=s320" width="208" /></a></b></div><b><br />Reviewer:</b> Catriona Troth<br /><br /><b>What We Thought of It: </b><br /><br />Manjeet Mann’s heartbreakingly beautiful verse novella is a book you will never forget. <br /><br />Written in a form more familiar in music – where two voices sing (or in this case speak) in counterpoint but not in dialogue – it tells the story of two teenagers, Sammy and Nat. <br /><br />Nat is a teenager from the south coast of England. She has just lost her mother, and with it so much else. Even her passion for swimming in the sea has turned into a dread of the water. <br /><br />Half a world away, Sammy is in Eritrea, facing a conscription that is in essence a form of bonded labour with no fixed end point. His only choice is to face a difficult journey out of the country to try and reach the safety he believes he can find in Europe. <br /><i><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i><i>We die if we stay, we die if we get caught, we might die in the Sahara, we might die in the sea. But one thing is certain: if we escape – we live.</i></blockquote></i><br />Written in free verse, the last few words of each section become the first few words of the next, weaving the two voices together as the narrative passes back and forth between them. As Sammy’s journey brings him, step by step, towards the French coast, Nat begins to train to do a cross-channel swim to raise money for refugees. But not everyone in her family supports what she is doing. <br /><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><br />I guess migration is only a human right if you’re the right type of human. </i></blockquote><br />In this short and simple text Mann succeeds in illuminating an astonishing range of issues. From Sammy’s story we learn of the often-misunderstood motives that drive young people to flee their homes, the horrors of the journey they undertake, the cruelty of the smugglers who exploit their desperation, and the cold indifference of the bureaucracy that meets them at the edge of freedom. From Nat’s story, we learn of the grinding nature of austerity that leaves some as easy prey to extremists, the trap of white saviourism, and what it takes to be a true ally. <br /><b><br />You’ll Enjoy This If You Loved: </b><i>Boy, Everywhere </i>by A. M. Dassu; <i>What Strange Paradise</i> by Omar El Akkad;<i> Black Flamingo</i> by Dean Atta, <br /><br /><b>Avoid If You Dislike: </b>Free verse <br /><br /><b>Perfect Accompaniment:</b> A walk by the edge of the sea <br /><br /><b>Genre: </b>Young Adult, Poetry <br /><br /><a href="https://www.blogger.com/#">Buy This Book Here</a> <br /><br /> LibraryCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11461629705267459809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244699633333888810.post-39458093303047014262021-12-16T07:06:00.000-08:002021-12-16T07:06:02.553-08:00Books of the Year 2021<div class="separator">2021 been another incredibly difficult year for so many. Some of our Books of the Year confront those difficulties head on - others offer a glorious escape. All are jewels in their own right. </div><div class="separator"><br /></div><div class="separator"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">With links to our full reviews</span></i>.</div><div class="separator"><br /></div><br /><b></b><div class="separator"><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><b>Mrs Death Misses Death by Salena Godden</b></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy5wvbE6lp55h6DchJL4bL5wBvCKfPyNwuorSd3vYgpH7ryeAkJOCZi_tS77OxzmdIqCWdvrHFFek55i2S4mq0DHwmof1qtNPq8AbQ9SYYg9_paD6zdJdAKQLWY-odk3Phn7ZB-ZHZjtV3/s500/Mrs+Death+Misses+Death.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="314" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy5wvbE6lp55h6DchJL4bL5wBvCKfPyNwuorSd3vYgpH7ryeAkJOCZi_tS77OxzmdIqCWdvrHFFek55i2S4mq0DHwmof1qtNPq8AbQ9SYYg9_paD6zdJdAKQLWY-odk3Phn7ZB-ZHZjtV3/w126-h200/Mrs+Death+Misses+Death.jpg" width="126" /></a></div><br />How do you even begin to talk about a book like Mrs Death Misses Death? It is a book that defies description, let alone comparison.<br /><br />It is, at its core, an uplifting meditation on the nature of death. Structured more like a mind-map than a novel, it branches out in multiple directions, using poetry and prose, narrative, monologues and conversations.<br /><br />The book captures the sense of existential crisis so many of us felt, even before Covid-19 took over our lives. “What is wrong with everyone?” Wolf rails. “I am not catastrophising. This is a f*** catastrophe. […] Maybe I’m crying because you aren’t crying with me right now, because you just aren’t mad enough.”<br /><br />But the book is also incredibly life affirming. Because if life is short and death is inevitable, then is up to us to live it in the best way be can. As Mrs Death exhorts us, “you all need to be heroes, to step up, to speak up, to support each other.”<br /><br /><i>https://bookmuseuk.blogspot.com/2021/02/mrs-death-misses-death-by-salena-godden.html</i><br /><br /><br /><b><br />And the Stars Were Burning Brightly by Danielle Jawando</b><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWpESJ1Ul_EimqTUoRCnhQmkTxg_dymR-D_g3oVoyA1MBL_iSFBCBvKiVfEGKgZNuT6RRJB-A5xjafcgQdzipmKfqm5JLaOIasyIZy-LPGskVuqtOm2j9R8v7isIAWfY0DwDBgA936AnUd/s500/And+the+Stars+were+Shining+Brightly.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="326" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWpESJ1Ul_EimqTUoRCnhQmkTxg_dymR-D_g3oVoyA1MBL_iSFBCBvKiVfEGKgZNuT6RRJB-A5xjafcgQdzipmKfqm5JLaOIasyIZy-LPGskVuqtOm2j9R8v7isIAWfY0DwDBgA936AnUd/w131-h200/And+the+Stars+were+Shining+Brightly.jpg" width="131" /></a></div><br /><i>And The Stars Were Burning Brightly</i> shows, with deep compassion, how suicide, especially unexplained suicide, tears a hole through the hearts of friends and family. Nate is an utterly believable character; it is impossible to read this and not care about him deeply. Al too comes to vivid life on the page, despite the fact he dies three days before the story opens.<br /><br />Jawando brilliantly captures the way that social media can come to dominate the lives of young people: from unrealistic body images it portrays, to the compulsion to share every minute of every day, the constant intrusion of notifications – and above all the savage cruelty that at times it unleashes and enables.<br /><br />Yet the author also shows how the internet allows voices to be raised up and shared across the world.<br /><br /><i>And the Stars Were Burning Brightly</i> is an extraordinary book that highlights the appalling and relentless pressures that can be piled onto teenagers in this age of social media. It comes as no surprise to learn that the novel is based in part on the author’s own lived experience.<br /><br /><i>https://bookmuseuk.blogspot.com/2021/04/and-stars-were-burning-brightly-by.html</i><div><br /><br /><b>First Woman by Jennifer Nansubuga Makumbi</b><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_C3KIv1VrvasPEhgbUqFVRZlei9QBnttN95FrTvB8HstT-1t9vn3WzuIZTBdmJJRzNynfYogi_aomSgsrQyb_vVcGDLVAtvVSrfqaGfTsF-aEuNeD72oPvmUcxfBijh9-vPlab6HycwdT/s500/The+First+Woman.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="326" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_C3KIv1VrvasPEhgbUqFVRZlei9QBnttN95FrTvB8HstT-1t9vn3WzuIZTBdmJJRzNynfYogi_aomSgsrQyb_vVcGDLVAtvVSrfqaGfTsF-aEuNeD72oPvmUcxfBijh9-vPlab6HycwdT/w131-h200/The+First+Woman.jpg" width="131" /></a></div><br />Set in Uganda during the time of Idi Amin, the Ugandan-Tanzanian War and their aftermath, <i>The First Woman</i> is the story of Kirabo, a young woman from a rural community walking a tightrope between tradition, Europeanisation, and Amin’s despotism.<br /><br />Makumbi’s masterful text manages to balance regret for the loss of what was good in traditions driven out by Christianity and Europeanisation, with a trenchant critique of the patriarchy and internalised misogyny embedded in traditional Ugandan communities.<br /><br />Just as the oral story-telling traditions the young Kirabo aspired to wove life-lessons into spell-binding tales, Makumbi weaves commentaries on colonialism, patriarchy, colourism and internalised misogyny into this tender coming of age story.<br /><br /><b>Winner of the 2021 Jhalak Prize.</b></div><div><br /><i>https://bookmuseuk.blogspot.com/2021/04/the-first-woman-by-jennifer-nansubuga.html</i></div><div><br /><br /><b>The Yield by Tara June Winch</b><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1N_2-XX2oIUXsROcseQh3P7QxKJh4oX5bynNjVn-v9gZoc7BffwN4zcGMhXKIPh-6M9cyoaqp2orD2_tWsK_N-d6CY-o6NCiA3E3ichOwbyjHKtCiaf8269yCN6QGhDAoLtZELbnDBH07/s500/The+yield.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="311" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1N_2-XX2oIUXsROcseQh3P7QxKJh4oX5bynNjVn-v9gZoc7BffwN4zcGMhXKIPh-6M9cyoaqp2orD2_tWsK_N-d6CY-o6NCiA3E3ichOwbyjHKtCiaf8269yCN6QGhDAoLtZELbnDBH07/w124-h200/The+yield.jpg" width="124" /></a></div><br />After a long absence, August is returning to her home in Massacre Plains, a remote part of central Australia, to attend the funeral of her grandfather, Poppy Albert. But when she gets there, she finds that even her families last fragile hold on what used to be their ancestral land is threatened by the development of a tin mine.<br /><br />Written by indigenous author, Tara June Winch, <i>The Yield</i> explores the intergenerational impact of colonialism – but this time through the lens of an Indigenous people who were all but wiped out by white settlers in the course of their insatiable land grab. It also reflects on how ignorance and the wilful rejection of traditional knowledge and practice has led to the destruction of a delicate ecological balance.<br /><br />Achingly beautiful. A devastating tally of the cost paid by the relentless drive to expand European ‘civilisation,’ yet containing within it a small flame of hope that some of what has been lost can still reclaimed.<br /><br />https://bookmuseuk.blogspot.com/2021/06/the-yield-by-tara-june-winch.html</div><div><br /><br /><b>At Night All Blood Is Black by David Diop, translated by Anna Moschovakis</b><br /><br /><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi53UzzdfbjR9wwYRPMoGVbhRgbDcce0rICrdb56o9Z5gdBt9IEpYRY29U6kNibEQI3QkAAPrNjPeaBU32LEscevYzy4tJawM-hY7cmxmYHmd3Br1T7YsYEj13t5PtXVPbBlTjBtqU_OjJu/s500/At+Night+All+Blood+Is+Black.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="327" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi53UzzdfbjR9wwYRPMoGVbhRgbDcce0rICrdb56o9Z5gdBt9IEpYRY29U6kNibEQI3QkAAPrNjPeaBU32LEscevYzy4tJawM-hY7cmxmYHmd3Br1T7YsYEj13t5PtXVPbBlTjBtqU_OjJu/w131-h200/At+Night+All+Blood+Is+Black.jpg" width="131" /></a></div><br />At Night All Blood Is Black </i>is the English-language title of<i> Frère d'âme</i> (lit, “the brother of my soul”), a novel by the French author of Senegalese extraction, David Diop. With his English translator Anna Moschovakis, Diop <b>won the 2021 International Booker Prize</b> for this – the first French-language novelist to do so.<br /><br />Set in the trenches of the First World War, the novel reveals the terrible damage war can wreck on the human mind – as well as reminding us that soldiers from colonised Africa (“chocolats” in the French slang of the time) were fighting and dying alongside white soldiers (“toubabs”).<br /><br />Diop, and his translator, use extraordinarily beautiful language to paint a picture of the extreme ugliness of war. Alfa believes he betrayed his friend, but in truth, he, like the soldiers around him, have been betrayed by those who led them into war and who use them as human sacrifices in the interminable futility of trench warfare.<br /><br />There have been so many novels set in those First World War trenches, that to write something new and unique is an extraordinary achievement. Diop may very well have done just that.<br /><i><br />https://bookmuseuk.blogspot.com/2021/06/at-night-all-blood-is-black-by-david.html</i></div><div><b><br /><br />A Kind of Spark by Elle McNicoll</b><br /><br /><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWix-R19bLN4ghyFBkbrBJ65k_hTk4ljiPzZg7AvjPxHwyYCIt2TAiRhweqYxpL3bzG1dgawOH4UgvgNyxiqcz6-Hze1cu-jCet9pUKHWGBocIoFigl55a7QeOYo8hp7OGBxMJnXyTst2i/s500/Kind+of+Spark.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="326" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWix-R19bLN4ghyFBkbrBJ65k_hTk4ljiPzZg7AvjPxHwyYCIt2TAiRhweqYxpL3bzG1dgawOH4UgvgNyxiqcz6-Hze1cu-jCet9pUKHWGBocIoFigl55a7QeOYo8hp7OGBxMJnXyTst2i/w131-h200/Kind+of+Spark.jpg" width="131" /></a></div><br />A Kind of Spark</i> is a gem of a novel – one to break your heart, inspire you and fill you with joy.<br /><br />The central character, Addie, is intelligent, curious, articulate and bursting with heart. She is also, like the author, autistic. That means that she can easily be overwhelmed – by sensory inputs and by emotions, both of which she feels with sometimes unbearable intensity.<br /><br />When Addie begins to learn about the Scottish ‘witches’ – women persecuted for being different, just like her – she knows she needs to do something. In her own tiny village outside Edinburgh, there are records of women who were murdered on suspicion of being witches. Addie believes they should be remembered and honoured. But not everyone agrees.<br /><br />A rare, profound and stereotype-free insight into what it can be like to experience our world as a neurodivergent person. McNicholl writes vividly, drawing on her own experience. Her passion, like Addie’s, is clear.<br /><br />A book for anyone who wants to change the world a little bit – but especially for all the book-loving autistic girls out there, desperate to find themselves within the pages of a book.<br /><i><br />https://bookmuseuk.blogspot.com/2021/07/a-kind-of-spark-by-elle-mcnicoll.html</i><br /><br /><b><br />How to Kidnap the Rich by Rahul Raina</b><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWLWDb45IAxMZ9UhrVGLUYEHS7QBHnqVLVSdTSmIUGbZqs1KaRQYEOYtnh5iLgSn9Y9cpGSrb_5ny0wKMYZ3ztGECeIOuLkjJETED_zMxZd-rzSuQKtOpe__ZDb-Rb9GgXiyjqhWYfx4rh/s500/How+to+Kidnap+the+Rich.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="325" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWLWDb45IAxMZ9UhrVGLUYEHS7QBHnqVLVSdTSmIUGbZqs1KaRQYEOYtnh5iLgSn9Y9cpGSrb_5ny0wKMYZ3ztGECeIOuLkjJETED_zMxZd-rzSuQKtOpe__ZDb-Rb9GgXiyjqhWYfx4rh/w130-h200/How+to+Kidnap+the+Rich.jpg" width="130" /></a></div><br />In a year that has had more of its share of darkness, many of our books of the year also have dark themes. But here is something completely different: A glorious crime-caper romp wrapped up in a social satire.<br /><br />Ramesh Kumar is a not quite a slum kid, but his life is pretty precarious - until, that is, the formidable Sister Claire takes him under his wing. For Ramesh is clever, very clever indeed. Clever enough that he begins taking exams for rich boys too lazy to study for themselves. It’s a nice little earner. Until one day he does just a little too well. He comes top in the All India’s – plunging his client, Rudi, into the national limelight.<br /><br />The voice of Ramesh, as the first-person narrator of the tale, comes across loud and clear - and very funny. The prime target of his razor-sharp wit is the greed of modern Indian capitalism. But that doesn’t stop him taking some well-aimed swipes at the West, and especially the West’s infatuation with its own notion of ‘India’.<br /><br />Quite the funniest book we read all year.<br /><i><br />https://bookmuseuk.blogspot.com/2021/08/how-to-kidnap-rich-by-rahul-raina.html</i></div><div><br /><br /><b>The Fortune Men by Nadifa Mohamed</b><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtRsedOYAWteKbtn6V3jRy_2Ax_qdNSw9nyJjIB2ycskewyHyzAOFFBmrXewTB3JfQt37eZa7gwxv7g0Zmn7zFdMJPhe4qN9rIBcioC3w3E7gM66jDwO8ktDZ0eMvZDcZPYNkasoH3_1aR/s500/Fortune+Men.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="322" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtRsedOYAWteKbtn6V3jRy_2Ax_qdNSw9nyJjIB2ycskewyHyzAOFFBmrXewTB3JfQt37eZa7gwxv7g0Zmn7zFdMJPhe4qN9rIBcioC3w3E7gM66jDwO8ktDZ0eMvZDcZPYNkasoH3_1aR/w129-h200/Fortune+Men.jpg" width="129" /></a></div><br />In 1952, merchant seaman and occasional petty thief, Mahmood Mattan is put on trial for the brutal murder of Cardiff shopkeeper Lily Volpert. You wouldn’t hang a dog on the evidence brought before the court – but Mahmood is a Black man in post-war south Wales. He was hanged on 3rd September 1952, the last person to be executed in Wales. Almost half a century later, he became the first person to have his conviction quashed under the newly established Criminal Cases Review Commission.<br /><br />In this superb novel by Nadifa Mohamed, shortlisted for the 2021 Booker Prize, Mahmood Mattan is finally given the voice he was never afforded in life. We don’t simply walk beside him through the trial, onto death row and ultimately through the doors of the execution chamber: we are inside his mind. We inhabit his sense of his own innocence and his faith in British justice, his rage when it fails him, the meditative state he reaches (for a time) when contemplating his own death.<br /><br />Deep as we are in Mahmood’s mind, the story is not told in the first person, and that gives us the perspective to see the myriad ways in which, in the context of entrenched attitudes, Mahmood becomes the author of his own destruction: when he lies and dissembles and pretends to be something he is not, when simple honesty might have served him better.<br /><br />An exceptional novel, grounded in a little-known slice of British history, that lays bare the human consequences of racism and injustice.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Shortlisted for both the 2021 Booker Prize and the 2021 Costa Novel Award.</b><br /><br /><i>https://bookmuseuk.blogspot.com/2021/08/the-fortune-men-by-nadifa-mohamed.html</i></div><div><br /><br /><b>What Strange Paradise by Omar El Akkad</b><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr3b7_S025QysFcWnt1xS0okrK_BGG9FeqKfY0_Yke6z5fLeSMfklqZqCgjL05WzJ8dvHNMTlSSO12ZDdYm6cdnKndSvVqapd0U_J4izB8crwt__j7-jNd2bnoFYiea0GsHtykrPlRcm33/s500/What+Strange+Paradise.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="326" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr3b7_S025QysFcWnt1xS0okrK_BGG9FeqKfY0_Yke6z5fLeSMfklqZqCgjL05WzJ8dvHNMTlSSO12ZDdYm6cdnKndSvVqapd0U_J4izB8crwt__j7-jNd2bnoFYiea0GsHtykrPlRcm33/w131-h200/What+Strange+Paradise.jpg" width="131" /></a></div>Our final Book of the Year could not be more timely.</div><div><br />Egyptian born Canadian Journalist Omar El Akkad took the terrible image of a child’s body washed up on the shores of a Greek island, and from it spun a modern fable.<br /><br /><b>Winner of this year’s Giller Award</b>, <i>What Strange Paradise</i> is set on a fictionalised version of Crete, where the flora and fauna have been given a mythic quality that edges us away from realism.</div><div><br /></div>The story is split into two interweaving parts. <i>Before</i> tells the story of how Amir comes to be an overcrowded boat crossing the Mediterranean. <i>After</i> takes us from the moment when, surrounded by dead bodies on the sand, he scrambles to his feet and runs for the woods. There he meets Vänna, a girl not much older than he is. Neither speaks the other's language, but bit by bit, they learn to communicate, as Vänna leads him across the island, to the promise of freedom.<div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;"><br /></span></span>A powerful laying bare of the human tragedies behind the statistics and rhetoric surrounding asylum seekers. El Akkad’s writing has a deceptive simplicity to it. El Akkad says that he drew inspiration in part from the story of Peter Pan. Its use of rhythm and repetition also echoes of traditions of oral storytelling. <br /><br />An important, beautiful and heart-rending story.<br /><br /><i>https://bookmuseuk.blogspot.com/2021/11/what-strange-paradise-by-omar-el-akkad.html</i><br /><br /> </div>LibraryCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11461629705267459809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244699633333888810.post-3036209409693760542021-12-13T09:31:00.007-08:002021-12-13T09:31:59.305-08:00A Nest of Vipers by Catherine Johnson<b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgzS9rIGL7zK7bM6HjyGPAcsCoOLdn-dFzP3zhHiuykkwZv0yYusgw2gkL3cDJw4CkF1zFdK4pO1A82Ld3KkWBwCJZXBjvIfIegGBB9Z7yn4ZHE_erkieU9mIGtG2PfbLiC2gTC7--JJFymd7ra65hmm3OEmQW0M27QlgSCyxIIfBt9OGGlAoRHFTlsmQ=s500" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="326" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgzS9rIGL7zK7bM6HjyGPAcsCoOLdn-dFzP3zhHiuykkwZv0yYusgw2gkL3cDJw4CkF1zFdK4pO1A82Ld3KkWBwCJZXBjvIfIegGBB9Z7yn4ZHE_erkieU9mIGtG2PfbLiC2gTC7--JJFymd7ra65hmm3OEmQW0M27QlgSCyxIIfBt9OGGlAoRHFTlsmQ=s320" width="209" /></a></div><br />Reviewer:</b> Catriona Troth <br /><b><br />What We Thought of It: </b><br /><br />I grew up loving the novels of Leon Garfield – with a special fondness for <i>Smith</i>. Catherine Johnson’s <i>A Nest of Viper</i>s plunges the reader into the same world of 18th Century London – but populated this time with a rich cast of characters reflecting the diversity that most of us are only now learning was the reality in London at that time. <br /><br />Cato is a member of a gang of con artists who live at the Nest of Vipers (‘the best inn in London’), making a living from tricking wealthy fools of their money. They are led by Mother Hopkins, who has taken them all under her wing and given them a home. But now she’s getting older and she dreams of one last con – one so big they will be able to escape London, buy a house in the country and live out their days in peace. <br /><br />But things have got out of hand. Cato has been caught – his gang, who he thought of as family – apparently abandoning him to the hangman’s noose. All that is left for him now is to tell his story to the Ordinary of Newgate – the prison chaplain whose job it was to record the last words of condemned prisoners and then sell them to an eager public, like the true-crime podcasts of their day. <br /><br />Full of humour, colour and rich historical detail. We visit the Frost Fair on a frozen River Thames and learn about the sedan chairs that were the antecedents of modern taxis. We also come face to face with the uncomfortable true that there were house slaves bought and sold in the middle of London itself, and made to wear silver collars as a badge of ownership. <br /><br />A book to delight any young history buffs out there. <br /><br /><b>You’ll Enjoy This If You Loved: </b><i>Freedom</i> by Catherine Johnson;<i> Smith</i> by Leon Garfield; <i>Black Hearts Over Battersea</i> by Joan Aitkin; <i>Black and British: a short essential history</i>, by David Olusoga <br /><b><br />Avoid If You Dislike:</b> Heroes from the wrong side of the law <br /><br /><b>Perfect Accompaniment:</b> Hot pie with gravy. <br /><b><br />Genre:</b> Middle Reader, Historical <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://uk.bookshop.org/books/a-nest-of-vipers-9780552557627/9780241514870">Buy This Book Here:</a> <br /><br /> <br /><br /> LibraryCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11461629705267459809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244699633333888810.post-26408127015375153252021-12-09T07:58:00.000-08:002021-12-09T07:58:46.201-08:00Lemon by Kwon Yeo-Sun; Translated by Janet Hong<b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEguVbWBeoJa_zs6w-qhTdXo8l7EERGpml7ThUXhqsE2AGPrGhjqJw1nIi8TW0wvpxQLYQV1y1zyQh9Vbgyj6XIRmiS3rjYat4aES1A4ZhS2kqkhgKhnI0hPzztPARZYUVlarKwfbVYt5vImSzxGeOHzwbzc5zlpdTCv_AXPsUPIREtT95eI-HBOj93TiQ=s500" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="310" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEguVbWBeoJa_zs6w-qhTdXo8l7EERGpml7ThUXhqsE2AGPrGhjqJw1nIi8TW0wvpxQLYQV1y1zyQh9Vbgyj6XIRmiS3rjYat4aES1A4ZhS2kqkhgKhnI0hPzztPARZYUVlarKwfbVYt5vImSzxGeOHzwbzc5zlpdTCv_AXPsUPIREtT95eI-HBOj93TiQ=s320" width="198" /></a></div><br />Reviewer: </b>Catriona Troth <br /><b><br />What We Thought of It: </b><br /><i><br />“For over sixteen years, I’ve pondered, prodded, and worked every detail embroiled in the case known as ‘The High School Beauty Murder.’” </i><br /><br /><i>Lemon</i> is a highly unusual psychological thriller, by Korean author Kwon Yeo-Sun. <br /><br />Told from the perspective of three former schoolmates, it recounts the events around the brutal and unsolved murder of a fourth – a breathtakingly beautiful young woman called Kim Hae-on. <br /><br />The three are Kim Hae-on’s younger sister, still obsessed with uncovering the truth of what happened; the troubled girlfriend of the one of the two chief suspects, and a third, who was in the same class as Kim Hae-on. Between the three of them we see partial, overlapping accounts of what happened, then and in the years that followed. <br /><br />The mesmeric quality of Hae-on’s beauty is such that, even in life, she appears doll-like, perhaps even to herself. She seems only to exist in terms of the – often unhealthy - effect her beauty has on other people.<div><br /></div><div>The colour yellow is a recurring note in the book - the yellow dress worn by the victim the day she died, and then later by her young sister; the yellow of the eggs yolks. The imagined revenge of a yellow angel... <br /><div><br />As the narrative proceeds, each new piece of the puzzle obscures as much as it reveals. It’s as if we are glimpsing things in fragments of a broken mirror. Even at the end of the book nothing is settled, nothing is sure – and as readers, we are left to piece together events and decide for ourselves whether or not we have understood who the real murderer is.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is a slim novel – you could read it in a couple of sittings. But while each character may be sparing in terms of what they reveal in facts, they expose themselves, in what they say and in what they choose not to disclose. <br /><br />Intriguing, illusive. Not quite like anything else I’ve read – so often one of the chief pleasures of reading books in translation. <br /><br /><b>You’ll Enjoy This If You Loved:</b> <i>What’s Left of Me is Yours</i> by Stephanie Scott; <i>Ponti </i>by Sharlene Teo <br /><br /><b>Avoid If You Dislike:</b> Unresolved endings. <br /><br /><b>Perfect Accompaniment: '</b>Han o Baek Nyeon,' song by Aeran Oh <br /><br /><b>Genre:</b> Psychological Thriller, In Translation <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://uk.bookshop.org/books/lemon-9781800241473/9781800241473">Buy This Book Here:</a> <br /><br /> <br /><br /> </div></div>LibraryCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11461629705267459809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244699633333888810.post-65108595839081208892021-12-06T04:21:00.002-08:002021-12-06T04:24:13.836-08:00Shadow City – A Woman Walks Kabul by Taran N Khan<b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWBOF_F22bkaP5QjtI3ud7Y5Dgx-KvYQnyJVCX85J0qNE-bO5DmdSNcojT30x18g0zggIO5GgxfRkr_Efp-HmVCZ3IfYgrlBMFbqGSZcCHl-OLZw_3t85PoGHYlGpUVSsmsQ20-pRiuy4O/s500/Shadow+City.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="326" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWBOF_F22bkaP5QjtI3ud7Y5Dgx-KvYQnyJVCX85J0qNE-bO5DmdSNcojT30x18g0zggIO5GgxfRkr_Efp-HmVCZ3IfYgrlBMFbqGSZcCHl-OLZw_3t85PoGHYlGpUVSsmsQ20-pRiuy4O/s320/Shadow+City.jpg" width="209" /></a></div><br />Reviewer: </b>Catriona Troth <br /><b><br />What We Thought of It: </b><br /><i><br />“In this ‘amnesiac city’ I found that walking offered a way to exhume history – a kind of bipedal archaeology – as well as an excavation of the present.” </i><br /><br />This is a view of Kabul very different from the ones that we in the West typically read. <br /><br />Beginning in 2006, five years after the overthrow of the Taliban government, Taran N Khan began a series of extended visits to Kabul, teaching video production techniques to employees of a government TV and radio station. Ignoring security advice never to walk anywhere in the city, she began to explore the city on foot, discovering things she would never have seen through the windows of a taxi or an armoured vehicle. <br /><br />Khan is not Afghan. She was born in Aligarh in India. But her family are Pashtun (or Pathans, as they are known in India), part of the same family as one of the main ethnic groups of Afghanistan, and her arrival in Kabul feels like a return to a place she has never known. So though she views Kabul as an outsider, she comes to it through very different perspective than the typical western journalist or foreign aid worker. <br /><br />The book is organised thematically – it begins with an exploration of bookshops, searching for books to read during the long evenings in a city with no nightlife. She finds the Public Library that survived, depleted, both the civil war and Taliban rule. She moves on to graveyards - some formal, like those built to inter foreign soldiers who died in colonial-era wars; others scattered, graves dotted wherever space can be found. She finds names without graves, graves without bodies. <br /><br />She witnesses how heritage is erased, not only through deliberate destruction, but sometimes just through neglect, through looking away and doing nothing. <br /><br />She explores the history of cinema in Afghanistan – from the film makers trying to create an Afghan Bollywood, to those who risked everything to hide and preserve precious documentary footage of modern Afghan history. <br /><br />She discovers hidden epidemic of mental health issues – unsurprising in a country that has suffered decades of civil war, but still considered a matter of shame. She uncovers the complex rituals of courtship in a city where it is difficult for young men and women to meet as couples – and also the over-the-top culture of wedding extravaganza. <i>“If love is a secret language, a code tapped out beneath the surface of the city, Kabuli weddings are the opposite. They are declarations of love and manifestations of romance on a monumental scale.” </i><br /><br />Khan’s familiarity with the history of Kabul enables her to portray its present reality against the rich tapestry of its cultural heritage, of its poets and storytellers. Its reformers, who fought to bring modernisation and liberal ideas long before the West marched in in 2001. And its record of once offering sanctuary to those caught up in wars and conflict. <br /><i><br />“To call Kabul an amnesiac city […] could also refer, I realised, to its obscured culture, to the vanishing of the very idea of Kabul as a city with history; with a specific, cosmopolitan way of life.” <br /></i><br />Through Khan, we are also privy to the ways in which Kabul changed between 2006 and Khan’s final trip in 2014. How the early euphoria of liberation became bogged down in corruption and disillusionment. How more and more of the city barricaded itself of behind high security walls, while in other parts homelessness and drug use spiralled. <br /><i><br />“With each return to Kabul, I saw the city retreating into itself. […] A patina of disillusionment […] lay over Kabul’s streets, which were increasingly difficult to walk on.” </i><br /><br />Just a week or so after I finished reading this book, the evacuation of US and UK troops from Kabul began. I felt this book had prepared me to understand, much more clearly, how what followed was not a surprise, how the path to the ‘fall’ of Kabul has been clearly written over many years. <br /><i><br />“In the space between what I saw and what I wrote, Kabul twisted its shape and changed. It has changed again, even as you read it. Bood, nabood. It appears and vanishes with the shift of the kaleidoscope, with the way of seeing. </i><br /><br />I marked dozens of passages throughout this book as I read. Khan’s language is beautiful, her sympathy for the people of Kabul manifest. This may be a last glimpse of a city that will soon no longer recognisably exist – or it may chart just another turn of the wheel in a long, long history.<div><br /></div><div><i>Winner of the Stanford Dolman Travel Book of the Year 2021 </i><br /><br /><b>You’ll Enjoy This If You Loved: </b><i>Afropean – Notes from Black Europe </i>by Johny Pitts; <i>Around the World in 80 Trains</i> by Monisha Rajesh; <i>No More Mulberries </i>by Mary Smith <br /><br /><b>Avoid If You Dislike:</b> Travelogues that challenge your preconceptions <br /><br /><b>Perfect Accompaniment:</b> <i>Kawah</i> - green tea with cardamom, cinnamon bark and saffron.<br /><br /><b>Genre: </b>Non Fiction, Travelogue <br /><br /> <br /><br /><a href="https://uk.bookshop.org/books/shadow-city-a-woman-walks-kabul/9781784708023">Buy This Book Here:</a></div>LibraryCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11461629705267459809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244699633333888810.post-2000474366558232552021-12-02T06:59:00.001-08:002021-12-02T07:07:04.397-08:00The Shadows of Men by Abir Mukherjee<b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQpQokUMPR10A-IBBjOz-JO_CSnNwQReKXD8Rp2CZG_9zp499JTVabHuqfK_UsgNKtxBsieFl2lYjQKiMf5o9TFtbO5jy2CoKyDyxOEcYbu-KJAg10qXEmkWtLfVts9mv1hVCa-Trs7y4/s500/Shadows+of+Men.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="346" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQpQokUMPR10A-IBBjOz-JO_CSnNwQReKXD8Rp2CZG_9zp499JTVabHuqfK_UsgNKtxBsieFl2lYjQKiMf5o9TFtbO5jy2CoKyDyxOEcYbu-KJAg10qXEmkWtLfVts9mv1hVCa-Trs7y4/s320/Shadows+of+Men.jpg" width="221" /></a></div><br />Reviewer:</b> Catriona Troth <br /><br /><b>What We Thought of It: </b><br /><br /><i>"Placing oneself in a position of semi- permanent hypocrisy, that’s what it meant to be an Englishman in India. […] God knows there were enough embittered, broken colonial men and women of good conscience, driving to drink and ruin by the irreconcilable absurdity at the heart of it all: the claim that we were here for the betterment of this land, when all the time we merely sucked it dry."</i><br /><br />This is the fifth outing for the redoubtable pairing of Sam Wyndham and Surendranath Banerjee – and the first time Suren has been given his own voice.<i> “Of course that is unlikely to stop [Sam] sharing his two annas worth […] but that is Sam for you, and this is why you require to hear my side of the tale.” </i><br /><br />The year is 1923. Gandhi’s general strike has been called off in the wake of a wave of violence. The Indian independence movement has collapsed into ‘a morass of in-fighting and mutual recriminations’ and there are those on all sides who are ready and willing to exploit the simmering tensions between Hindus and Muslims. <br /><br />At the opening of the novel, Suren has been sent by the Commissioner of Police to tail a Muslim politician from Bombay who has arrived unexpectedly in Calcutta and is suspected by the authorities of being up to no good. Following him to a poor and ramshackle riverside township, Suren is eventually led down a gullee into a trap and knocked out. The first Sam hears of all this is when he learns that Suren has been arrested on a charge of murder. <br /><br />Before they know it, the two are caught in the beginning of a yet another wave of communal violence and it seems that the harder they try to prevent it, the more they succeed in fanning the flames. Unexpectedly allied with their old nemesis, Colonel Dawson of Section H, Sam and Suren find themselves on their way to Bombay, working outside the law and under assumed identities. <br /><br />Mukherjee continues to write highly entertaining crime novels that cast a fresh light both on a seminal period in India’s history and on its echoes in the world today. As time has passed for Sam and Suren since the first book, we see ever more clearly the tensions – some inherent and some deliberately stoked – that would make the path to independence so treacherous. This latest book also lifts the lid on the simmering dangers of populism – in India and around world. <i>“My novels reflect what is happening now, what it is that makes me angry,”</i> Mukherjee says [in an interview in <i>The Times</i>, November 2021] <br /><br />Perhaps the reason that the pairing of Sam and Suren works so well is that they reflect (as Mukherjee told E.S. Thomson at the launch of <i>The Shadows of Men</i> at Portobello Bookshop) the two sides of his own personality – Sam the cynical Scot and Suren the optimistic, questioning Bengali. Suren’s wry observations, given full voice now that he can tell his own half of the story, are something to treasure: <br /><br /><i>“When an Indian overcharges an Englishman, it is termed fraud, but when an Englishman overcharges an Indian, it’s called capitalism.” </i><br /><br />If there is one problem with Mukherjee’s writing, it's that we’ll have so long to wait for the next installment! <br /><i><br /><a href="https://theportobellobookshop.com/event/abir-mukherjee-the-shadows-of-men/" style="outline-width: 0px; user-select: auto;">You can listen to the whole of Abir Mukerjee’s conversation with E.S. Thomson here.</a></i> <br /><br /><b>You’ll Enjoy This If You Loved:</b> Vaseem Khan’s <i>Malabar House</i> series; Leye Adenle’s <i>Amaka</i> series; any of the previous books in the series. <br /><br /><b>Avoid If You Dislike:</b> Poking fun at British arrogance <br /><br /><b>Perfect Accompaniment:</b> Machher-jhōl (Bengali fish curry with mustard oil) <br /><br /><b>Genre:</b> Crime, Historical Fiction <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://uk.bookshop.org/books/the-shadows-of-men-an-unmissable-series-the-times/9781787300590"><i>Buy This Book Here:</i></a> <br /><br /> LibraryCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11461629705267459809noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244699633333888810.post-63652680156915262372021-11-29T08:41:00.001-08:002021-11-29T08:49:28.230-08:00You Don’t Know Me by Imran Mahmoud<b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCroPJ3N5QAlSy7RC0fDUPV2cYnBJ9bdjk2RfpOusTiTtpSwKvvdYMcp2_u67w0ooWTbNWLhRn_73WwWmigCey2qo4KVcT5NdtflaizIwXdT85qre3GyosCN_zoMrPQVX-kzKZznwXtkOc/s500/You+Don%2527t+Know+Me.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="328" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCroPJ3N5QAlSy7RC0fDUPV2cYnBJ9bdjk2RfpOusTiTtpSwKvvdYMcp2_u67w0ooWTbNWLhRn_73WwWmigCey2qo4KVcT5NdtflaizIwXdT85qre3GyosCN_zoMrPQVX-kzKZznwXtkOc/s320/You+Don%2527t+Know+Me.jpg" width="210" /></a></div><br />Reviewer: </b>Catriona Troth <br /><br /><b>What We Thought of It: </b><br /><br /><i>“Right now you think, looking at me, that I’m just some foolish kid who go around shooting up people for now reason. I know you think that because I ain’t stupid and you ain’t stupid. […] That’s just what they want you to believe. That want you to think that I’m a no-brain lazy kid who go into some random street and shoot up a next man for nothing. […] But you have to see past all this smoke he’s been creating and see what’s behind it. Trust me you’ll be surprised.”. </i><br /><br />The first-person voice of <i>You Don’t Know Me</i> leaps off the page and grabs you by the throat. <br /><br />He is a young man accused of murder, with apparently overwhelming evidence stacked against him. And at the end of his trial, he has fired his barrister and elected to make his own closing speech for the defence – to tell the truth, against his lawyers’ advice. <br /><br />Imran Mahmoud is himself a barrister. He knows court procedure. Yet it is hard to imagine any judge allowing the defendant the space to speak, more or less uninterrupted, for several days. The story that unfolds feels more like a modern version of the accounts once written down by the Ordinary of Newgate – the prison chaplain who recorded the last words of prisoners waiting to be hanged. But that is in no way a criticism. Suspend that element of disbelief and allow yourself to be immersed. Mahmoud’s unnamed narrator is an expert storyteller who will keep you on the edge of your seat until you are left, like the jury itself, to decide if he is telling the truth or an elaborately constructed lie. <br /><br />So confident is the voice, so expert the peeling back of the layers, it is hard to believe this is a debut novel and not a master writer at the peak of his powers. If Mahmoud can keep writing like this, then he is surely destined to take Crime Fiction by storm. <br /><br /><i>A mini-series adaptation of the story is to air on the BBC in autumn 2021. </i><br /><b><br />You’ll Enjoy This If You Loved:</b> Amer Anwar, Dorothy Koomson <br /><b><br />Avoid If You Dislike:</b> Unreliable narrators and ambiguous conclusions. <br /><br /><b>Perfect Accompaniment:</b> Pizza from the freezer <br /><br /><b>Genre:</b> Crime <br /><br /> LibraryCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11461629705267459809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244699633333888810.post-3668126202635624222021-11-25T04:57:00.001-08:002021-11-25T04:57:59.582-08:00What Strange Paradise by Omar El Akkad<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDwB-HyMGJMeprN5oyOReWEInIvFAo25a7lZPThiN2mW0ud3xGXJMG5Ro3OW2JtntxeRHHeb0BO1P9Dj0VQJ-kIcUu1wtrlmcZ8viT8fmYgcekTHKTT9uosVgcQcSvdKB5t9IYXmTgXZIz/s500/What+Strange+Paradise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="326" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDwB-HyMGJMeprN5oyOReWEInIvFAo25a7lZPThiN2mW0ud3xGXJMG5Ro3OW2JtntxeRHHeb0BO1P9Dj0VQJ-kIcUu1wtrlmcZ8viT8fmYgcekTHKTT9uosVgcQcSvdKB5t9IYXmTgXZIz/s320/What+Strange+Paradise.jpg" width="209" /></a></div><br /> <b>Reviewer: </b>Catriona Troth<p></p><b>What We Thought of It: </b><br /><br />Egyptian born Canadian Journalist Omar El Akkad has taken the image of a child’s body washed up on the shores of a Greek island, and from it spun a modern fable. <br /><br />Winner of this year’s Giller Award, <i>What Strange Paradise</i> is set on a fictionalised version of Crete, where the flora and fauna have been given a mythic quality that edges us away from realism. <br /><br />The story is split into two interweaving parts. <br /><br /><i>Before</i> tells the story of how Amir and his family flee their home, first overland to Egypt, then across the Mediterranean on an overcrowded boat, only to meet a storm when in sight of their destination. <br /><br /><i>Now the men and women who, in undertaking this passage, had shed their belonging and their roots and their safety and their place of purpose and all claim to agency over their own being, had now finally shed their future. There was nothing left of the smuggler’s apprentice to threaten, nothing he could leverage. </i><br /><br />In <i>After</i>, Amir’s body is one of dozens thrown upon the shore when the ship breaks apart, but he does not die. He runs for the shelter of the woods above the beach and is found by a young girl, Vänna. She herself is the descendent of immigrants – blond, blue-eyed immigrants who came to open a hotel. Teenaged, restless, unsure of her place in the world, Vänna’s instinct is to help Amir escape from the soldiers who are sent to round up survivors and deliver them to the ex-school turned detention camp. <br /><br />Neither speaks the other’s language, but slowly they find ways to communicate. As they make their way across the island, pursued by the relentless Colonel Kethros, a modern Inspector Javert determined to let no asylum seeker escape, we learn more of the horrific journey Amir has already survived – and so many others have not. <br /><br />A powerful laying bare of the human tragedies behind the statistics and rhetoric surrounding asylum seekers. El Akkad’s writing has a deceptive simplicity to it. El Akkad says that he drew inspiration in part from the story of Peter Pan. It reminds me, in its construction, of books such as Hemingway’s The <i>Old Man and the Sea</i>. Its use of rhythm and repetition also echoes of traditions of oral storytelling. <br /><br />An important, beautiful and heart-rending story. <br /><b><br />You’ll Enjoy This If You Loved:</b> Exit West by Mohsin Hamid <br /><br /><b>Avoid If You Dislike:</b> Stories of children in danger <br /><br /><b>Perfect Accompaniment: </b> Salted almonds and chocolate truffles <br /><br /><b>Genre: </b>Literary, Fable, ContemporaryLibraryCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11461629705267459809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244699633333888810.post-8757216631022644042021-09-08T11:24:00.000-07:002021-09-08T11:24:13.863-07:00The Waiter by Ajay Chowdhury<b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhZyn8WDusvdUuRJYZY-Ixe5chZKDyzqlSWsa2Oc6lTBfkYgdqPkUm56mA5Kd3A7q0tMVs3cUb29ymcd-3wtDqVYyWS4DzzA_GW3fMAhihatD6H_RUiYeLE2wYEYwvF7Rqrg5WpjtYFjBe/s500/The+Waiter.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="337" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhZyn8WDusvdUuRJYZY-Ixe5chZKDyzqlSWsa2Oc6lTBfkYgdqPkUm56mA5Kd3A7q0tMVs3cUb29ymcd-3wtDqVYyWS4DzzA_GW3fMAhihatD6H_RUiYeLE2wYEYwvF7Rqrg5WpjtYFjBe/s320/The+Waiter.jpg" width="216" /></a></div><br />Reviewer:</b> Catriona Troth <br /><br /><b>What We Thought of It: </b><br /><br />This was another recommendation from the <a href="https://www.redhotchilliwriters.com/">Red Hot Chilli Writers podcast</a>, and another highly enjoyable read. <br /><br />In writing his debut novel, theatre director Ajay Chowdhury was mentored by the brilliant Abir Mukherjee. Like his mentor, he has set his crime novel partly in Kolkata, but his is contemporary Kolkata. <br /><br />In fact, the story divides between Kolkata and London, where disgraced police officer Kamil Rahman is working (illegally) as a waiter in a restaurant on Brick Lane. But when the host of a party catered by Kamil’s boss is found dead by his swimming pool and the host’s wife becomes the obvious suspect, Kamil’s detective skills are called on to prove her innocence. <br /><br />The novel moves between the London murder and another in Kolkata – the one that lost Kamil his job and drove him to London under a cloud of suspicion. And as the narrative spools out, the two cases begin to look increasingly connected. <br /><br />The settings give the narrative two distinctly different tones, and like two strands of a piece of music, they blend to make the whole richer. The portrayals of both London and Kolkata feel contemporary and very real. <br /><br />Chowdhury’s characters – especially Kamil and his London ‘partner’, his boss’s daughter, the irrepressible Anjoli – are a delight. I really hope we are going to see more of this partnership, because it feels as if it has so much further to go. <br /><br />I am also enjoying the way that some of recent Crime novelists are rediscovering the amateur detective. I love a police procedural as much as the next Crime Fiction reader, but the joy of the classic amateur detective was always that they could go where no policeman could. Like Amer Anwar’s Zaq and Jags, Kamil and Anjoli can slide into places the police could never penetrate. Kamil, in particular, takes full advantage of a waiter’s invisibility - listening and observing without ever being fully seen. A clever, clever choice of role for his main character.<br /><br />There is plenty of humour here too - for example, in Kamil’s wry observations of Brick Lane’s hipster clientele. <i>(“It wasn’t my fault, but these white people, with their nose rings and tattoos, all looked the same to me.”)</i><div><br /></div><div>All in all, a great new addition to the contemporary crime genre - can't wait to read more from this author. <br /><br /><b>You’ll Enjoy This If You Loved:</b> Amer Anwar, Abir Mukherjee, Vaseem Khan<br /><br /><b>Avoid If You Dislike:</b> Morally ambiguous endings <br /><b><br />Perfect Accompaniment:</b> Ilish Masher Jhol (Bengali fish curry with mustard oil) <br /><br /><b>Genre:</b> Crime <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://uk.bookshop.org/books/the-waiter-9781787302921/9781787302921"><i>Buy This Book Here:</i></a></div>LibraryCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11461629705267459809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244699633333888810.post-52196655761981765382021-09-01T04:18:00.002-07:002021-09-01T07:55:46.283-07:00Splinters of Sunshine by Patrice Lawrence<b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRFLhJOGUDBNYsCy5fob6ChFNaJWUxVKlG2_u8_URGHq3pJLOpzhVePqYQgNSdXO_ztNodnn8WAnHHzYtOtPkGztrA-rRnEfmMbDzav3PibG_xoClVFWOk1jKTQ8PyldO_8y9dFfkGFHa/s500/Splinters+of+Sunshine.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="327" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRFLhJOGUDBNYsCy5fob6ChFNaJWUxVKlG2_u8_URGHq3pJLOpzhVePqYQgNSdXO_ztNodnn8WAnHHzYtOtPkGztrA-rRnEfmMbDzav3PibG_xoClVFWOk1jKTQ8PyldO_8y9dFfkGFHa/s320/Splinters+of+Sunshine.jpg" width="209" /></a></div><br />Reviewer: </b>Catriona Troth <br /><br /><b>What We Thought of It: </b><br /><br /><i>Dandelions close at night and open again in the morning, like they’re holding in the sunshine. Some dandelions have two hundred petals. The most I ever counted was a hundred and eighty. It’s like the sun broke into thousands of pieces so everyone can have some shine. <br /></i><br /><i>Splinters of Sunshine</i> is the latest YA novel from the award-winning author Patrice Lawrence. Having won the inaugural Jhalak Prize for Children and Young Adults for her novel <i>Eight Pieces of Silva</i>, which dealt with exploitative relationships, <i>Splinters of Sunshine</i> takes on the highly pertinent issue of County Lines drug gangs. <br /><br />County Lines refers to the practice of grooming vulnerable young people to move drugs from one area (and one police authority) to another in order to avoid detection. The young people involved are often, but not exclusively, in care. <br /><br />A*student, Spey, used to have a best friend called Dee. She lived with her grandmother and she was obsessed with wildflowers – their names, their colours, the stories behind them. Once, on her sixth birthday, the two of them created a huge collage of flower pictures, and at the end of the day they cut it in two and took one half each. But then Dee’s Nan died, Spey and his mother moved away, and they lost touch. <br /><br />Spey saw her once or twice after that – just enough to have an uneasy feeling she might be in trouble. But he did nothing (what could he do?). But then, one day, just after Christmas, he receives an envelope, forwarded from his old address, with Dee’s half of the collage in it. And he knows he has to do something to find her. <br /><br />Spey’s father, who he barely knows, is just out of prison. Spey doesn’t really want anything to do with him. But maybe, just maybe, he is the one person who can help. <br /><br />This is a heart-breaking story of the exploitation of young people. But it is also a story of courage and resilience and friendship. As with all of Patrice Lawrence’s novels, she tackles contemporary issues with compassion and sensitivity. It’s a book to start a conversation on difficult issues – but that never gets in the way of a great, page-turning story. <br /><br />Spey and Dee are characters that will creep into your heart and stay there forever. <br /><br />Beautifully illustrated, too, with line drawings of Dee’s favourite flowers, with their scientific and common names – names which are steeped in folk history. (The cover and illustrations are designed by Michelle Brackenborough at Hachette Kids.)<br /><i><br />At the end of the book, resources can be found to support care-leavers, children of prisoners, and those affected by gangs and county lines. </i><br /><br /><b>You’ll Enjoy This If You Loved:</b> <i>Eight Pieces of Silva</i> by Patrice Lawrence; <i>And the Stars Were Burning Brightly</i> by Danielle Jawando; <i>Boy, Everywhere </i>by A. M. Dassu; <i>Wonderland</i> by Juno Dawson <br /><br /><b>Avoid If You Dislike:</b> Confronting issues around drug culture <br /><b><br />Perfect Accompaniment: </b>A quiet hour in a wildflower meadow <br /><br /><b>Genre:</b> Contemporary, Young Adult <br /><br /><a href="https://uk.bookshop.org/books/splinters-of-sunshine/9781444954777"><i>Buy This Book Here:</i></a>LibraryCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11461629705267459809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244699633333888810.post-65567030454373448002021-08-17T08:02:00.001-07:002021-11-16T05:59:18.957-08:00The Fortune Men by Nadifa Mohamed<b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk8h-tnUGsQzvKOv0IHpoQUbMOkiJIw13iKImjScP-HYpF161ys1BXgjv58Q7QuHHuFXYuRAdyWrgLweWNZnQg-DHYU0oqhBAfOM6SOFNbldnL8zGyDBbU_ObnjeM8dk8JD5hgKVKWWEA0/s500/Fortune+Men.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="322" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk8h-tnUGsQzvKOv0IHpoQUbMOkiJIw13iKImjScP-HYpF161ys1BXgjv58Q7QuHHuFXYuRAdyWrgLweWNZnQg-DHYU0oqhBAfOM6SOFNbldnL8zGyDBbU_ObnjeM8dk8JD5hgKVKWWEA0/s320/Fortune+Men.jpg" width="206" /></a></div><br />Reviewer:</b> Catriona Troth <br /><br /><b>What We Thought of It:</b><br /><br />In 1952, merchant seaman and occasional petty thief, Mahmood Mattan is put on trial for the brutal murder of Cardiff shopkeeper Lily Volpert. You wouldn’t hang a dog on the evidence brought before the court – but Mahmood is a Black man in post-war south Wales. He was hanged on 3rd September 1952, the last person to be executed in Wales. Almost half a century later, he became the first person to have his conviction quashed under the newly established Criminal Cases Review Commission. <br /><br />In this superb novel by Nadifa Mohamed, shortlisted for the 2021 Booker Prize, Mahmood Mattan is finally given the voice he was never afforded in life. Mohamed has immersed herself in the details of Mahmood’s life to give us a fully rounded picture of the man. We don’t just walk beside him through the trial, onto death row and ultimately through the doors of the execution chamber: we are inside his mind. We inhabit his sense of his own innocence and his faith in British justice, his rage when it fails him, the meditative state he reaches (for a time) when contemplating his own death. <br /><br /><i>The Fortune Men</i> serves to remind us that Cardiff is one of the oldest established multi-ethnic communities in the UK, that is was a place of <i>“robed Yemenis and Somalis marching to celebrate Eid, of elaborate funeral corteges for the last of the rich captains of Loudon Square, of Catholic children clad in white on Corpus Cristi […] of makeshift calypso bands busking to raise enough money to tour the country, of street dice games descending into happy laughter or nasty threats, of birdlike whores preening their feathers to catch a passing punter.” </i><br /><br />But it was also a place of entrenched racism, where <i>“a woman had given him a real stinker of a look, a real ‘get back in your mother’s hole’ look. At him! With his three-piece suit and silk scarf, while the old bat had on a rain jacket that hadn’t seen a laundry since the war. It was too much.” </i><br /><br />Deep as we are in Mahmood’s mind, the story is not told in the first person, and that gives us the perspective to see the myriad ways in which, in the context of entrenched attitudes, Mahmood becomes the author of his own destruction: when he lies and dissembles and pretends to be something he is not, when simple honesty might have served him better. <br /><br />We also get to meet Mahmood’s Welsh wife, Laura, with whom relations are strained at time of his arrest, but who remained loyal to him to the very end and who never stopped fighting to clear his name. We get a sense of their relationship, complicated but full of warmth. <br /><br />Nor does Mohamed forget the victim and her family, for whom justice is not served. What is it like to know that someone you hold dear has been brutally murdered while you sit, on the other side of a wall, eating supper, telling a joke, looking forward to going to a dance? How do you deal with the aftermath of that? <br /><br />An exceptional novel, grounded in a little-known slice of British history, that lays bare the human consequences of racism and injustice. <br /><br /><i>It is well worth reading </i><a href="https://www.penguin.co.uk/articles/2021/may/nadifa-mohamed-the-fortune-men-novel-inspiration.html" style="font-style: italic;">this interview</a><i> with Mohamed about her inspiration for writing this book, and the process by which she immersed herself in Mahmood’s life. </i><br /><br /><i>And for more background on Cardiff’s multicultural history, I can recommend Sean Fletcher’s documentary for </i><a href="https://twitter.com/SeanFletcherTV/status/1391849670754897927?s=20"><i>S4C: </i>Terfysg yn y Bae</a><i> [Trouble in the Bay], which covers the Cardiff Race Riots of 1919. (Includes English-language subtitles.) </i><br /><br /><b>You’ll Enjoy This If You Loved: </b><i>The Confessions of Frannie Langton</i> by Sara Collins, <i>A Death in the East</i> by Abir Mukherjee, <i>The Empty Vessel</i> by JJ Marsh, <br /><br /><b>Avoid If You Dislike:</b> A close-up perspective of life under a sentence of death <br /><br /><b>Perfect Accompaniment:</b> A mug of strong tea and ‘We Three’ by the Ink Spots <br /><br /><b>Genre:</b> Literary Fiction, Historical Fiction <br /><i><br /><a href="https://uk.bookshop.org/books/the-fortune-men/9780241466940">Buy This Book Here</a></i> <br /><br /> LibraryCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11461629705267459809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244699633333888810.post-25742523824853699372021-08-11T05:04:00.000-07:002021-08-11T05:04:06.414-07:00How To Kidnap The Rich by Rahul Raina<b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWSQB7CzgUD9Wnnj2NkXoovSDscLclg40gemZEU-Sfazuv4z7goXwQF2Q_U-dyY6sfGoT8EZgU_NDMdwvX1CfMPEHo87cxp0-Rsk54SdCMgiEvoGEj3IwhWFdbmffF-HfnWzha0HYjwb8H/s500/How+to+Kidnap+the+Rich.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="325" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWSQB7CzgUD9Wnnj2NkXoovSDscLclg40gemZEU-Sfazuv4z7goXwQF2Q_U-dyY6sfGoT8EZgU_NDMdwvX1CfMPEHo87cxp0-Rsk54SdCMgiEvoGEj3IwhWFdbmffF-HfnWzha0HYjwb8H/s320/How+to+Kidnap+the+Rich.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><br />Reviewer: </b>Catriona Troth <br /><br /><b>What We Thought Of It: </b><br /><i><br />“The first kidnapping wasn’t my fault. <br />The others – they definitely were.” </i><br /><br />I have to thank the brilliant <a href="https://www.redhotchilliwriters.com/">Red Hot Chilli Writers podcast</a> for introducing me to this dark and very funny satire on life in contemporary India. <br /><br />Ramesh Kumar is a not quite a slum kid, but his life is pretty precarious. His father runs a chai stall in Old Delhi, and Ramesh spends most of his days grinding spices rather than attending school. <br /><br /><i>“My father and I lived in a one-room concrete shell, down an alley, then down another, and another, from the place Western tour guides said was the real India, the one with piles of spices, women in mango-coloured saris, men who smelled of hair oil and incense and dragged cows behind them, stately and fat; the one where whites got out of their AC jeeps and said who overwhelmed they were by the sights and sounds. This India, my India, smells like shit.” </i><br /><br />This is Ramesh’s life, until the formidable Sister Claire takes him under his wing. For Ramesh is clever, very clever indeed. Clever enough that he begins taking exams for rich boys too lazy to study for themselves. It’s a nice little earner. Until one day he does just a little too well. He comes top in the All India’s – plunging his client, Rudi, into the national limelight. <br /><br />Rudi becomes a quiz show host, darling of mothers all over India, and his and Ramesh’s fates become irrevocably bound to one another. But still Ramesh manages to walk a tightrope between success and disaster. Until Rudi offends the son of the wrong man. And the two of them are kidnapped. <br /><br />The voice of Ramesh, as the first-person narrator of the tale, comes across loud and clear -and very funny. The prime target of his razor-sharp wit is the greed of modern Indian capitalism. But that doesn’t stop him taking some well-aimed swipes at the West, and especially the West’s infatuation with its own notion of ‘India’. <br /><br />Raina paints a fascinating portrait of the multiple layers of society living cheek by jowl in modern Delhi. <br /><br /><i>“This was a nice-part, a lower-middle-class striver part of Delhi, on-the-up Delhi, half-filled-metro-hole Delhi […]. I wasn’t even talking about the really foul parts […] where people lived like gnats on a lemur’s ballsack, where everyone was missing teeth or organs or legs and nothing got better even as the GDPs and HDIs were going up, up, up all over United Nations PowerPoint slides.” </i><br /><br />But it is Ramesh's escapades with Rudi, as they dig themselves ever deeper in the mess (largely) of their own making that will keep you turning the page deep into the night.<br /><br /><div>A glorious crime-caper romp wrapped up in a social satire -and a voice I can’t wait to hear more of. <br /><br /><b>You’ll Enjoy This If You Loved:</b> <i>White Tiger </i>by Aravind Adiga, <b>Q&A</b> by Vikas Swarup, <b>East of Hounslow</b> by Khurrum Rhaman <br /><br /><b>Avoid If You Dislike:</b> A dose of laughter with your peril (or vice versa). <br /><b><br />Perfect Accompaniment:</b> A cup of spiced chai <br /><br /><b>Genre:</b> Crime, Humour <br /><br /><a href="https://uk.bookshop.org/books/how-to-kidnap-the-rich-a-joyous-love-hate-letter-to-contemporary-delhi-the-times/9781408713341">Buy This Book Here</a></div>LibraryCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11461629705267459809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244699633333888810.post-33820522233984139522021-08-04T03:27:00.000-07:002021-08-04T03:27:02.615-07:00The Dying Day by Vaseem Khan<b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1FEjuxCQe0L7nbz9CsDZxV7FY4-khyphenhyphen_g81eBGMBakNn9FZxK5xdY38Qe5frj8eZe5NffQIPyVzemwmnEAW1_DzaLGfkslTc1ETlQAeRK61IiHwxvhtm07q00jH8Od2BRaWZ5FeYn5RY7X/s500/Dying+Day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="324" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1FEjuxCQe0L7nbz9CsDZxV7FY4-khyphenhyphen_g81eBGMBakNn9FZxK5xdY38Qe5frj8eZe5NffQIPyVzemwmnEAW1_DzaLGfkslTc1ETlQAeRK61IiHwxvhtm07q00jH8Od2BRaWZ5FeYn5RY7X/s320/Dying+Day.jpg" /></a></div><br />Reviewer:</b> Catriona Troth <br /><br /><b>What We Thought Of It: </b><br /><br />As a lifetime fan of Golden Age Detective Fiction (especially the novels of Dorothy L Sayers) and a bit of a Dante obsessive, this book could have been written for me! <br /><br />This is the second outing for Persis Wadia, India’s first female police inspector. This time she is summoned to the offices of the Royal Asiatic Society because one of their senior researchers has gone missing – along with a priceless manuscript of Dante’s <i>Divine Comedy</i>, whose loss has the power to trigger a major diplomatic incidence. <br /><br />The initial assumption is that Healy, the researcher, must have stolen the manuscript. But if so, why has he left behind a series of cryptic clues? And where are they leading? <br /><br />At the same time Persis is trying to wrestle with her own complicated feelings towards her rumpled forensic colleague, Archie Blackfinch, as well as the problem of the dead body of a high-class white prostitute, found dismembered by the railway line. <br /><br />Persis is faced with a range of clues from riddles and cryptic crosswords to full-on book ciphers (a favourite of DL Sayers). We are led from the <i>Divine Comedy</i> via <i>Alice Through the Looking Glass </i>to the<i> King James Bible</i>. Khan, no doubt wisely, avoids getting bogged down in the intricate details of how to solve a book cipher, but leaves plenty to challenge the little grey cells. <br /><br />Persis Wadia’s debut outing, <i>Midnight at Malabar House</i>, has just won the 2021 Historical Dagger Award for Crime Fiction. This, the second novel in the series, does not disappoint! It is a fascinating and nuanced portrait of a newly independent India, as well as a mystery that would delight the original members of the formidable <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Detection_Club">Detection Club</a>. <br /><br />(I can highly recommend the excellent <a href="https://www.redhotchilliwriters.com/">Red Hot Chilli Writers podcast</a>, hosted by Khan and his fellow masala-noir author, Abir Mukerjee. If you listen, you might just detect an echo of the bickering of Persis’s father and his friend Dr Aziz in the banter between the two hosts.) <br /><br /><b>You’ll Enjoy This If You Loved:</b> <i>Midnight at Malabar House</i> by Vaseem Khan; <i>Have His Carcase</i> by Dorothy L Sayers. <br /><br /><b>Avoid If You Dislike</b>: Literary puzzles <br /><br /><b>Perfect Accompaniment: </b>Lime and soda <br /><br /><b>Genre: </b>Crime, Historical Fiction <br /><br /><a href="https://uk.bookshop.org/books/the-dying-day/9781529341065"><i>Buy This Book Here</i></a>LibraryCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11461629705267459809noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244699633333888810.post-46616687800964212322021-07-28T04:00:00.000-07:002021-07-28T04:00:08.418-07:00China Room by Sunjeev Sahota<b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDUW_Rpe683iKwff0oQG-4Ga6jhDPBWWoKIUIfqhXIRuA8Q_rdAEw-SUn5cwdkOYX-4JhfkUo_8e2_ULbzgrt0riw5odQzEzqv3FOFbAH6jEcJg-a4RmOr-cKSxaKpDAGxX1TcJ7dtsOXp/s500/China+Room.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="317" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDUW_Rpe683iKwff0oQG-4Ga6jhDPBWWoKIUIfqhXIRuA8Q_rdAEw-SUn5cwdkOYX-4JhfkUo_8e2_ULbzgrt0riw5odQzEzqv3FOFbAH6jEcJg-a4RmOr-cKSxaKpDAGxX1TcJ7dtsOXp/s320/China+Room.jpg" /></a></div><br />Reviewer:</b> Catriona Troth <br /><b><br />What We Thought Of It: </b><br /><br />The premise of Sunjeev Sahota's third novel, <i>China Room</i>, has elements of a fairytale – three brides married to three brothers, but not permitted to know, even after they are married, which brother is which. It’s a recipe for trouble, and trouble does indeed follow. But this is not a fairytale. It is rural India in the 1920s – a village so tightly bound up with tradition it seems out of touch even to its neighbours. <br /><br />The three brides inhabit the china room – a small building, barely more than a hut, separate from the rest of the farmstead, where a few willow-pattern plates sit on a stone shelf. From there, heavily veiled every time they step outside, they carry on the work of the household. And at night, their mother-in-law sends one son at a time into a darkened room where neither bride nor groom can see each other’s faces. <br /><br />The three young brides, who could easily have been reduced to fairytale archetypes, instead come dancing off the page, alive and vivid and down to earth. Even Mai, the matriarch who rules her three sons and their brides, is not permitted to become a pantomime villain. These are real people, painted in sparing but telling detail. <br /><br /><i>“Mehar is not so obedient a fifteen-year-old that she won’t try to uncover which of the three brothers is her husband. Already, the morning after the wedding, and despite nervous, trembling hands, she combines varying amounts of lemon, garlic and spice in their side plates of sliced onions, and then attempts to detect the particular odour on the man who visits later that night, invisible to her in the dark.” </i><br /><br />The second, parallel thread of the story takes place seventy years later, when the great-grandson of Mehar is sent back from England in the summer after his A-Levels to break his heroin addiction. At the now deserted farmstead, alone apart from an occasional visitor and a daily delivery of food, he ponders the stories about his great-grandmother, whom he knows only from a single photograph of her holding him as a new-born baby, and reflects on the sometimes brutal racism that led him down his own dark path. <br /><br />By allowing the story to bridge two continents and seven decades, Sahota shows how each generation faces its own battles – those at home as well as those that migrate. His prose is at times achingly beautiful. <br /><br /><i>"What remained was a feeling of quiet rapture, of dawn colours slowly involving themselves with the day, a champagne brightness staring to warm my skin and waving across acres of corn and wheat, the soft green hills that followed no pattern, a distant stone hut that held the horizon and a long, tapered track driving on till I could no longer even imagine that I could see it."</i><br /><br />Sahota has the gift of inhabiting his characters’ minds, and drawing the reader in there with him. His empathy is extraordinary and it has resulted in a deeply moving book. Its longlisting for the 2021 Booker Prize is richly deserved. <br /><br /><b>You’ll Enjoy This If You Loved: </b><i>The Year of the Runaways</i> by Sunjeev Sahota; <i>Where the River Parts</i> by Radhika Swarup; <i>If You Look For Me, I Am Not Here</i> by Sarayu Srivatsa;<i> A Fine Balance</i> by Rohinton Mistry <br /><br /><b>Avoid If You Dislike:</b> Poetic, thoughtful prose <br /><br /><b>Perfect Accompaniment:</b> Cauliflower and potato curry <br /><br /><b>Genre: </b>Historical Fiction, Literary Fiction <br /><br /><i><br /><a href="https://uk.bookshop.org/books/china-room-the-heart-stopping-new-novel-from-the-booker-shortlisted-author-of-the-year-of-the-runaways/9781911215851">Buy This Book Here</a></i>LibraryCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11461629705267459809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244699633333888810.post-14863978271596389622021-07-26T03:29:00.000-07:002021-07-26T03:29:41.151-07:00A Kind of Spark by Elle McNicoll<b>Reviewer:</b> Catriona Troth<br /><b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7XOrnqAfhVTzf9AFf-yKT8822iuq6saLkOsC0jdrEC_P__qW1UnJO3yE0KO0tRz7OQEW9jbsh25T8Gl1T7q4n7t_m8zHn34YPnd9Y4YIq2yCp6q8gRncEz_4IQTOWnk7OOyS-P_MJb1bT/s500/Kind+of+Spark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="326" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7XOrnqAfhVTzf9AFf-yKT8822iuq6saLkOsC0jdrEC_P__qW1UnJO3yE0KO0tRz7OQEW9jbsh25T8Gl1T7q4n7t_m8zHn34YPnd9Y4YIq2yCp6q8gRncEz_4IQTOWnk7OOyS-P_MJb1bT/s320/Kind+of+Spark.jpg" /></a></div><br />What We Thought Of It: </b><br /><br /><i>A Kind of Spark</i> is a gem of a novel – one to break your heart, inspire you and fill you with joy. <br /><br />The central character, Addie, is intelligent, curious, articulate and bursting with heart. She is also, like the author, autistic. That means that she can easily be overwhelmed – by sensory inputs and by emotions, both of which she feels with sometimes unbearable intensity. <br /><br />Like so many neurodivergent people – including Addie’s older sister, Keedie – Addie learns to deal with the outside world by ‘masking’, hiding who she is from the world on a daily, hourly, minute by minute basis. It’s exhausting. <br /><br />But when Addie begins to learn about the Scottish ‘witches’ – women persecuted for being different, just like her – she knows she needs to do something. In her own tiny village outside Edinburgh, there are records of women who were murdered on suspicion of being witches. Addie believes they should be remembered and honoured. But not everyone agrees. <br /><br />This is a book about standing up to bullies. About the determination to do the right thing. About facing up honestly to the wrongs of the past, and understanding that until we do so, we cannot effect real change. <br /><br />It is also a rare, profound and stereotype-free insight into what it can be like to experience our world as a neurodivergent person. McNicholl writes vividly, drawing on her own experience. Her passion, like Addie’s, is clear. <br /><br />A book for anyone who wants to change the world a little bit – but especially for all the book-loving autistic girls out there, desperate to find themselves within the pages of a book. <br /><br /><b>You’ll Enjoy This If You Loved:</b> <i>The Night Bus Hero</i> by Onjali Rauf; <i>Hetty Feather</i> by Jacqueline Wilson <br /><br /><b>Avoid If You Dislike:</b> Seeing the world in a whole new way <br /><br /><b>Perfect Accompaniment:</b> Peace and quiet in the corner of a library <br /><br /><b>Genre:</b> Young Adult <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://uk.bookshop.org/books/a-kind-of-spark/9781913311056"><i>Buy This Book Here</i></a>LibraryCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11461629705267459809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244699633333888810.post-2776676575072259582021-07-08T09:37:00.000-07:002021-07-08T09:37:19.133-07:00 The Other Black Girl by Zakiya Dalila Harris<b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2SgbvVzb0YkZpy8JZSYTrXXkX17-t2DVQl_hoJkomhz5SENYq7sgm4VAQpYjj2G0aV9k0iAVKOogaHct3ulnd0QfbJgbQp6uxq4s-Wbrme6BJe5dLuPOH_XG3LiQC1gk2NrgG82oMBRBT/s500/the+other+black+girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2SgbvVzb0YkZpy8JZSYTrXXkX17-t2DVQl_hoJkomhz5SENYq7sgm4VAQpYjj2G0aV9k0iAVKOogaHct3ulnd0QfbJgbQp6uxq4s-Wbrme6BJe5dLuPOH_XG3LiQC1gk2NrgG82oMBRBT/s320/the+other+black+girl.jpg" /></a></div><br />Reviewer:</b> Catriona Troth<br /><b><br />What We Thought Of It: </b><br /><br />From the opening pages, <i>The Other Black Girl</i> presents as a modern-day office comedy – a Black woman’s <i>Working Girl</i>, or <i>The Devil Wears Prada</i>. But all is not quite what it appears. <br /><br />Yes, this is a take-down of the Whiteness of the publishing industry – an expose of the blunders and gaffes of its narrow demographic of gatekeepers. But there is a surreal element to it too. And that surreal element takes satirical aim at those who choose compliance and adjacency to power over solidarity and the fight for equality. <br /><br />When Nella first sees that another Black woman has been hired by her exclusive (and very White) publishing house, she is delighted. But almost at once, something starts to feel off. She can’t put her finger on it, but just why is Hazel able to worm her way into everyone’s good graces so quickly? And who is sending Nella anonymous notes? Is she just jealous? Or paranoid? Or is something really wrong here? <br /><br />And just what is in that special hair grease Hazel is so keen to share? <br /><br /><i>The Other Black Girl</i> is playful and at times downright hilarious – but much of the fabric of the story is based on Harris’s own experiences in the publishing industry. It’s not difficult to draw parallels between the book launch at the centre of the story and one or two recent high-profile launches where embarrassing gaffes have been blamed on the lack of having any non-cis/het/white/middle-class staff senior enough to speak up. The absence of what Nella terms “For Us, by Us: the Effect of Black Eyes on Black Ideas.” <br /><br />A clever and sharp-toothed debut with a sting in its tail. And I love the symbolism of the cover - the broken teeth of the black Afro comb, stark against the rich yellow background. <br /><br /><b>You’ll Enjoy This If You Loved: </b><i>Queenie</i> by Candice Carty-Williams; <i>The Yield</i> by Tara June Winch; <i>The Hundred Year Old Man Who Jumped Out of the Window and Disappeared b</i>y Jonas Jonassen; <br /><br /><b>Avoid If You Dislike: </b>Wondering off the path of realism <br /><br /><b>Perfect Accompaniment: </b>A luxury hair treatment <br /><br /><b>Genre:</b> Comedy, satire, contemporary. <br /><br /><a href="https://uk.bookshop.org/books/the-other-black-girl-get-out-meets-the-devil-wears-prada-cosmopolitan/9781526630377">Buy This Book Here</a>LibraryCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11461629705267459809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244699633333888810.post-56412399291202704842021-06-28T08:32:00.000-07:002021-06-28T08:32:05.988-07:00At Night All Blood Is Black by David Diop, trans Anna Moschovakis<b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3OEueEfOhRAAcWZZ4rYcZixpC4WMbr1bPIDnxiG0skr-Jtsg28ogfoTA3i1wlxyzEGkuT58dj4skpbU_U_N3-Pa_7rwX4qtJhEhOvsoNPGqB4NZO0LyCh_Wxhtl4z3JuGHPmi1RfCLpjk/s500/At+Night+All+Blood+Is+Black.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="327" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3OEueEfOhRAAcWZZ4rYcZixpC4WMbr1bPIDnxiG0skr-Jtsg28ogfoTA3i1wlxyzEGkuT58dj4skpbU_U_N3-Pa_7rwX4qtJhEhOvsoNPGqB4NZO0LyCh_Wxhtl4z3JuGHPmi1RfCLpjk/s320/At+Night+All+Blood+Is+Black.jpg" /></a></div><br />Reviewer:</b> Catriona Troth <br /><br /><b>What We Thought Of It: </b><br /><br /><i>“Temporary madness in war is bravery’s sister.” </i><br /><br /><i>At Night All Blood Is Black</i> is the English-language title of <i>Frère d'âme</i> (lit, “the brother of my soul”), a novel by the French author of Senegalese extraction, David Diop. With his English translator Anna Moschovakis, Diop won the 2021 International Booker Prize for this – the first French-language novelist to do so. <br /><br />Set in the trenches of the First World War, the novel reveals the terrible damage war can wreck on the human mind – as well as reminding us that soldiers from colonised Africa (“<i>chocolats</i>” in the French slang of the time) were fighting and dying alongside white soldiers (“<i>toubabs</i>”). <br /><br />Alfa Ndiaye has witnessed the death of his childhood friend, “<i>my more-than brother</i>”, Mandemba Diop. Mandemba died in agony, his guts spilling out over no-man’s land, but Alfa could not bring himself to do as his friend begged him and slit his throat to put him out of his agony. His guilt at his failure to do so turns him into a kind of avenging spirit, haunting the battlefields and inflicting on the German soldiers “<i>the blue-eyed enemy from the other side</i>” what they inflicted on Mandemba. <br /><br />Diop uses patterns and tropes of African storytelling in the structure of the novel – patterns that are also reminiscent of Old English sagas like Beowolf. Certain phrases repeat over and over again like the beat of a drum. (<i>God’s truth … my more than brother … I, Alfa Ndiaye, son of the old man…</i>) And Alfa’s feats, at first legendary, slowly turn him from hero in the eyes of his fellow soldiers, into a madman or perhaps a sorcerer. <br /><br />Alfa’s memories of growing up in Senegal with Mandemba also touch on the impact of colonialism on Africa, as village elders are pressured to turn from subsistence farming to cash crops, leaving them dependent on outside buyers into order to feed their families. <br /><br />Diop, and his translator, use extraordinarily beautiful language to paint a picture of the extreme ugliness of war. Alfa believes he betrayed his friend, but in truth, he, like the soldiers around him, have been betrayed by those who led them into war and who use them as human sacrifices in the interminable futility of trench warfare. <br /><br />There have been so many novels set in those First World War trenches, that to write something new and unique is an extraordinary achievement. Diop may very well have done just that. <br /><br /><b>You Will Enjoy This If You Loved:</b> <i>The Shadow King</i> by Maaza Mengiste, <i>The Song of Achilles</i> by Madeline Miller, <i>The Regeneration Trilogy</i> by Pat Barker <br /><b><br />Avoid If You Dislike:</b> Graphic descriptions of war and war wounds <br /><br /><b>Perfect Accompaniment:</b> A glass of mint tea <br /><br /><b>Genre:</b> Literary Fiction, Historical Fiction, In Translation <br /><br /><a href="https://uk.bookshop.org/books/at-night-all-blood-is-black-winner-of-the-international-booker-prize-2021/9781782277538">Buy This Book Here</a>LibraryCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11461629705267459809noreply@blogger.com0