Zadie Smith || Swing Time

I found myself drifting off at those moments Swing Time became too much ‘famous actress / singer look at the good I’m doing in those poor poor countries’. And was drawn back into the novel by the vivid way Smith described the personal environment and relationships of her main character.

The entire novel is told from the I-perspective. Her name is never mentioned (I checked whether I had missed it somehow). I is the daughter of a white British Mail manager and a Jamaican mother. He is content with his life and very much in love with his wife, she is perpetually striving to better herself. He ends up being a postman once more in order to take better care of his daughter, she ends up in Parliament. He strives for his daughter’s happiness, she mostly wants her to do better, to improve herself. So he welcomes friend Tracey whilst she loathes ths child of a single mother with hardly any education; not the correct friend for one’s daughter.

I and Tracey are best friends and remain best friends for a long time. Their shared passion for dance is what separates them ultimately. Tracey is admitted to a dance training, I deliberately ruins her chances of being admitted to a private school and has to do with the local comprehensive. Tracey gives it her best to make it in the world of musical (not being a good singer does not help), I kind of drifts along to a mediocre university, a mediocre job. Then through fate she becomes the PA of famous singer Aimee, this time drifting along with her whims.

I is pushed by her mother to make something of herself and appears to have become totally indecisive because of it. Tracey is supported by a mother who believes in the talent of her daughter, failing when it comes to defending her child from an abusive spouse and father. I remains the indecisive adolescent who has no clue as to what to do with her life; Tracey tries desperately to succeed, not understanding that she has to let go of the behaviour of her role models.

When Aimee decides to do well in Gambia, I is the one who flies there frequently to monitor how the sponsored school for girls is doing. Getting to know the locals she starts to question whether doing well does not lead to the opposite (government funds seem to have stopped when Aimee started pouring money into a school). She also starts to acknowledge that her western point of view might not be the one and only way of looking at things. Who are we to judge that a marriage to a strict Muslim might not be the best option for a young woman in Gambia? In contrast to a young Western woman living a clueless life?

Smith exceeds in the descriptions of I and Tracey, in their relationship. Adding a layer of doubt, who ultimately is better off, and a very visual layer of dance. The novel is laced with descriptions of dance scenes in musicals. They show that a poor skinny white boy from a slum can succeed (Fred Astaire) whilst a talented black girl from another slum is doomed to a life in the chorus line. Those descriptions make up for the occasional actress / singer good cause resemblance.

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Bailey´s Prize 2017: My favourite

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Tomorrow the Bailey’s judges will pronounce the 2017 winner. I find myself torn between two novels with a third towing behind. The other ones are, in my humble opinion, not in the same league.

I do not think Stay With Me will be tomorrow’s winner, I would not mind however. I really appreciated the novel about a couple torn apart between the need to produce offspring whereas their country hovers between tradition and modern times. Despite my appreciation I do feel that both Do Not Say We Have Nothing and The Sport of Kings are more likely winners.

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I fell for Do Not Say We Have Nothing completely. I loved the way Thien handled her topic, I especially appreciated the fact that in her epic novel there are no winners. She asks us to consider Chinese past from all sides and to try and understand all sides. Thien does not judge, she merely shows that there are no easy truths, that is easier to judge as an outsider than as one involved directly in the events taking place.

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The Sports of Kings is a different matter. Cleverly written, from time to time almost exploding into words resembling epic poetry, giving a unique voice to the three main characters. C.E. Morgan does ask us to judge. He makes it very clear that racism and discrimination are wrong. The events he describes leave no room for any doubt on this topic. I did not find The Sports of Kings an easy write, it is one of those novels I feel I should reread from time in order to fully understand all that is written down.

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For me the big difference between the two novels is the way they touched me. Thien touched me emotionally, I started to feel understanding for the difficult position many Chinese were put in during the cultural revolution. I almost wept when some of the main characters became the victims of a ruthless state. Morgan’s novel felt more like an intellectual feat. Though I felt moved when things went very wrong for the main characters, my emotion was superficial. I was mostly swept away by the daring style of writing defying any attempt to categorize The Sport of Kings.

Not being able to chose myself I find it hard to predict tomorrow’s outcome. Suffice it to know that I will be pleased when either one of my favourites is pronounced the winner, I will be equally miffed if the jury in its wisdom decided to go the completely other way. Let’s hope they will chose wisely.

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Emma Flint || Little Deaths

From the moment Ruth opens the door for the police they know for sure that she has kidnapped and killed her children. Who ultimately has killed her son and daughter does not really matter, Flint acquaints us with a chilling world of prejudice, presumptions and corruption.

In the early sixties Queens is not ready for a beautiful young woman who exudes sexuality and who is not prepared to become buddies with her neighbours. She wants more out of life than just marriage and the children she loves to death. Keeping up appearances, not showing her grief, it is used against her by women all over New York and more importantly by the police force.

Flint sets out strongly with a chilling and dark description of Ruth’s life and her surroundings. Queens accepts you if you concede to the customs, you are rejected when you want more out of life. The police force is how you know it to have been half a century ago: prejudiced, highly opinionated as far as women are concerned and corrupt. Later on in the novel Flint does not manage to maintain this darkness. By changing the focus more towards journalist Pete she could have added an extra edge. I found his change from reporter telling the tale of a wanton mother to desperately trying to find the murderer too inspired by his own feelings for Ruth. Thereby not seeing her as a person but as a stereotype of attractive wife and mother.

Little Deaths though dealing with the vicious attack on two young children is not a crime novel. Not the finding of the culprit but the process that has started the minute Ruth asked for help of the police is what counts. I liked the dark, edgy atmosphere Flint created, I felt a nosy visitor to a neighbourhood watching the women gossip and condemning the one who did not acquiesce. I would have preferred however it if Flint had spent less time on Pete more on Ruth.

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Colson Whitehead || The Underground Railroad

Halfway through The Underground Railroad I went to see I Am Not Your Negroe, the documentary based on an unpublished essay by James Baldwin. In this documentary carefully selected images and well-formulated texts came together forcibly. As a result the impact on me was great. Back to The Underground Railroad I noticed that it lacked the eloquence Baldwin used again and again to make his point. Both documentary and novel show us a world in which ‘black and white’ do not manage to live together, the documentary demonstrating the force of language gave me goose bumps.

Baldwin takes us along in recent history (the last 50 years); when he states that ‘history is the present’ he puts the finger on one of the open wounds. Whitehead shows us how the wound came to exist in the first place. He describes the life of an Afro-American woman, starting as a slave, through her escape managing to become a free woman. I was expecting a considerable amount of explicit violence, it turned out I was shocked most by the ways whites implicitly managed to bind their freed fellow Afro-Americans. Ever since watching Roots in the seventies I knew slavery had come with inconceivable cruelty and violence, I had never known that in states where former slaves could live as free Americans they were lured to undergo sterilization, that in those states slaves were bought by the government, switching them from privately owned to public property.

The Underground Railroad was one of those novels needed to be written, which also goes for The Sellout by Paul Beatty, Sport of Kings by C.E. Morgan and Homegoing by Yaa Gyasis. They add important chapters to history. I do not add Colson Whitehead to the list of authors who indelibly impressed me by combining eloquence and content. Whitehead’s sentences are too basic, his metaphor of a physical railroad too concrete, his style too fixed on explanation and sharing historical facts. Whitehead had a message to share with us not a literary masterpiece. I applaud him for writing this confronting, important part of history, I hope that a next novel will also wow me for its literary qualities.

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Stephen Orr || The Hands

Anyone who has any romantic ideas about running a cattle farm in the Australian Outback should read The Hands, you will soon get rid of those notions. The heat, the years of drought, the un-relentlessness of Outback nature, the family scandal controlling the Wilkie’s family, they do not make for easy living. When wife Carelyn dies in a car crash, the lives of the others start crashing as well.

Living in one small house with more generations and family members on a farm heavily into debt is no sinecure. Granddad Murray is no longer fit to run the farm, both physically and mentally, but stubbornly refuses to hand over the deeds to his son Trevor. He finds him lacking in every aspect and not capable of making the right decisions (that is, go to the bank for another loan instead of considering a worthwhile offer). Trevor is feeling the pressure of having to run a farm that only costs money, watching the cattle die of hunger. Sons Aidan and Harry start to realize that there is a huge difference between the romance of cattle runs and effectively running a farm.

Talking about problems is for sissies, not for tough Outback families. As a result no-one ever talks about this one son deserting in World War 1, about his father committing suicide, Murray’s wife getting kicked to death, Carelyn dying or the financial problems. All is well if it is not spoken about.

In the novel the family problems and the challenge of the Outback come together beautifully. Orr has the family members speak in short, level-headed sentences meanwhile describing nature elaborately with a flourish. The contrast works well.
The Hands is a beautiful novel about a family coming to understand the true values of tradition and romantic notions. Trevor, Aidan and Harry decide to leave behind their lives, Murray will stick around to the very end. He cannot grasp that change can be a good thing.

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Gwendoline Riley || First Love

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Things did not go well between Gwendoline Riley and myself. I kept falling asleep while I was reading First Love. It might have been hayfever which caused me to be more tired than usual, it might also have been the topic and the way Riley approached it.

Main character Neve is the product of a destructive relationship between two dysfunctional parents. She tries to stay away from her parents but cannot prevent ending up with a man, Edwyn, who resembles her father. He might not be physically abusive, his verbal anthems are just as bad. He blames her for mistakes, in the meantime he leaves the reader thinking ‘you are an incredible manipulative bastard’. Because Riley choses to write from the perspective of Neve, it jars that she is not capable to free herself and leave this completely dysfunctional relationship. She does not appear to realize that she has married her father.

Large parts of First Love consist of conversations: between Neve and Edwyn, between Neve and her father, between Neve and her mother. As a result all the nastiness hits the reader directly, which is quite something to achieve as a writer. The second result however was that I felt no desire whatsoever to keep on reading. I was annoyed, almost nauseated whenever Edwyn was talking. Fortunately for me, First Love is not hefty, I reached its last page sooner than expected.

Mixed feelings about this novel. I recognize the quality of what Riley has written. It is undoubtedly a quality that you can piss your readers off. First Love is well written, I would have preferred it if I had enjoyed reading it.

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Linda Grant || The Dark Circle

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The Dark Circle sets off vibrantly. Grant introduced twins Lenny and Miriam, two cocky slightly common Londoners of Jewish decent. After WW2 they have picked up the pieces and have started to live life to the fullest, to be brought down unexpectedly by a severe case of TB. They have to leave London and set out for a clinic in Kent. Originally for private patients only the NHS has made the arrival of the likes of Lenny and Miriam possible: those who previously would have had no choice but to die out of sight, at home.

The Dark Circle is not just the story of Lenny and Miriam, it is also a tale of the fight against TB and of the clash between the upper classes and the streetwise lower classes who have started to claim their rightful place in society . Lenny and Miriam cause an upheaval in the clinic, new arrival Pretski, a Yank, stirs things up completely. The once accepting patients all of a sudden start to grasp at life, causing a serious case of unrest with the staff that would have preferred to stay in the medieval times as far as a cure for TB is concerned. A new successful medicine is reluctantly introduced, strict rules are loosened. The end of the clinic is near.

Grant does not manage to keep up the dynamics of the first chapters. The last part especially completely lacks the initial vibrancy. In the final chapters Grant takes us along in the lives of Lenny and Miriam after having been cured. Those chapters feel like a kind of obligatory round-up in order to show that those born in the slums do have a chance at a better life. By then it has become quite clear that those suffering from TB were treated in an appalling way before an effective cure was found. It has also become quite clear that society is about to change dramatically. The proof does not add to the quality of the novel, it diminishes. The dull final part does not do justice to the dynamic twins at all, a pity.

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Ayòbámi Adébáyò || Stay With Me

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From the start it is clear that main characters Yejide’s and Akin’s marriage fell through. In the pages that follow Adébáyò shows us how. By switching perspectives of time and character, the reader is shown step by step what caused the separation. It also becomes quit obvious that nothing is what it appears at first sight. Furthermore Adébáyò links the downfall of one marriage to traditional Nigerian society being on the brink of moving into modern times. It is no problem that Yejide has gone to university and has become a successful entrepreneur, it does constitute a problem that she has not fulfilled her main role as a wife: to deliver baby’s, which naturally is her problem. It does not occur to either family that Akin might be to blame.

By changing perspectives of character and time, Adébáyò does not only subtly reveal the truth, she also allows the reader to penetrate into the characters of Akin and Yejide and to relate them to circumstances. A minor flaw might be that Adébáyò is slightly more critical of Akin than of Yejide, the truth being that either cannot stand up against the claims of society. Akin however does accept that his wife is blamed for their marriage remaining childless, he does set in motion a chain of occurrences he can no longer control. Or accept. Yejide is mostly to blame for being loyal, for accepting desperate measures in order to become pregnant.

Stay With Me is a beautiful novel on two difficult subjects: to have and to lose children. By maintaining a certain amount of aloofness in telling the story Adébáyò never succumbs to being tacky. She shows us the difficult choices traditional society forces upon two people who love each other, the pain and sorrow that cause man and wife to grow apart, the struggle between love and truth for both. The subject matter being sufficiently sad, Adébáyò apparently did not feel the need to put more emphasize on it. The violins are never allowed to erupt, their restraint allows Stay With Me to be a touching novel that through its aloofness shows true pain and sorrow. For those who know me by now, my type of novel. I absolutely loved it.

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Nathan Hill || The Nix

At the station I was confronted with posters advertizing The Nix for months and months. It took ages for the novel to arrive through the library, I was definitely not the only one wanting to read it. In such cases I always worry the hype might be bigger than the novel itself. In this case I had no need to worry, The Nix was worth the long wait. In it Nathan Hill links a rather far-fetched act of terrorism to the lives of Faye and her son Samuel. Hill switches effortlessly between Faye growing up in the sixties, ending up unintended in student revolts, and Samuel facing the now. Not having lived up to expectations as a promising young writer, he has to settle for being a professor at a rather mediocre college. He spends most of his time thinking of the woman he has adored his entire life, violinist Bethany, and playing a video game for hours and hours.

Step by step Hill reveals the truth behind the moment in which Faye throws gravel at a would-be presidential candidate. Each story line has a purpose, each character has a role to play in the events leading to this supposedly act of terrorism, providing Hill with a perfect stage to make us look critically at our modern age and time. The passage in which student Laura tells Samuel why she has been forced to plagiarize her essay is brilliant and could have been part of sitcom Girls easily. Gamer Pwnage is a loser in the real world, as super elf he is triumphant. He dedicates many hours to his favourite game, causing his body to fail gradually.

I loved this novel in which several story lines come together effortlessly and in which proto-type characters are developed to the point they become convincing. The people in The Nix are not perfect, they, with a single exception, are rather ordinary people trying to live their ordinary lives. Faye becomes a security risk because of intrigues and political aspirations she has no part in whatsoever. She just happens to be present when jealousy and ambition exact their toll. She is made into an example of our vulnerability in a complex society controlled by fear of what might happen.

The Nix reminded me of Wolfe’s The Bonfire of the Vanities, one of the quintessential novels of the eighties. I hope Hills debut will not be a one only. If he keeps up the good work, he might follow into the path of born story-tellers like Charles Dickens, John Irving or David Mitchell who unravel story-lines into one gratifying finale. Don’t miss The Nix, I’d say.

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Naomi Alderman || The Power

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Alderman has written a convincing novel about a world in which women are able to seize power by virtue of a newly developed anatomical device called a skein. From the moment women can control men by literally electrocuting them with their skein a grab for power starts. At the end things do not end well: do not think Alderman sends us the message that a women-controlled world would be perfect, on the contrary: a women-controlled world sucks as much as any world controlled by the power-hungry, the religious fanatic or the criminal. It is disconcerting to read about the disturbed schizophrenic who can become the leader of a new religion, about the politician who goes for control of the world with the help of a female ‘peace-force’ or the daughter of the ruthless criminal who steps into her father’s footsteps and starts selling a drug that makes the skein even more powerful (and drives the women using it mad).

Alderman safes one determining fact for the final pages: her novel does not start in the now but in a women-controlled society somewhere around 7017 that bears a striking resemblance to our current society. By confusing us she sends her message through loud and clear: we humans have a tendency to succumb to power and money or to listen to religious nutcases, whatever their gender.

This message is the one thing making me doubt whether The Power is an excellent novel or a very well written pamphlet. At a certain point I felt the message taking over, becoming the more important issue in the novel. Alderman became slightly pushy in sending it across, in this way making the literary quality of the novel secondary.
Alderman has written a decent novel that sends a powerful message across. Somewhere in the novel the message takes over. I was relieved to find out that the most cynical of all characters, criminal Roxy, turns out to be the one who can see sense at the end. Her skein being surgically removed might have had something to do with that, making her taking her distance from her previous power-hungry and religiously fanatic pals also slightly obvious: Alderman is once more pushing the message through too loud.

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