Showing posts with label joshilyn jackson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label joshilyn jackson. Show all posts

Sunday, June 07, 2009

A shameless plug


You might know from previous posts that I'm a bit of a Joshilyn Jackson fan. So over on her blog she's running a contest for a signed copy of her newly-paperbacked The Girl Who Stopped Swimming (link to Amazon here which doesn't seem to list a UK edition of the paperback yet...), and another contest for people like me prepared to give the book a mention on a blog or website. I don't need any persuading, as those previous posts will tell - there aren't many authors whose work I'll pre-order from the US; this is a tremendous book and I'm already looking forward to the next one, Backseat Saints, in spring 2010.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

2009 books, #18-25

It's been a while since I posted one of these (end of March, probably!) so here's the latest batch of books. I'm pretty sure there was another one there somewhere, but I must have taken it back to the library...

The white tiger by Aravind Adiga. London: Atlantic, 2009.

I read this for April's Kniterati group, and really didn't enjoy it that much. As a colleague who'd also read it said, it's difficult to summon up enthusiasm for a book whose narrator is quite as repugnant as this one... I think the additional problem is that there's nobody in this book who elicits much sympathy... (I found this with the first series of 24, too, and didn't keep watching.)


Drunk, divorced & covered in cat hair : the true-life misadventures of a 30-something who learned to knit after he split by Laurie Perry, aka Crazy Aunt Purl. Deerfield Beach, Fla.: Health Communications, 2007.

This, on the other hand, is a wonderful book. Crazy Aunt Purl's blog has been a staple for several years, and she writes wonderfully, and movingly, about her life, and it's hilarious at the same time. Definitely not train-safe - not on a stiff-upper-lip commuter train, anyway...

gods in Alabama, by Joshilyn Jackson. London: Hodder, 2005.

Joshilyn Jackson's blog is also a must-read for me - the voice in her blog is different from the narrative voice in her books but the same sense of life, humour and absurdity flows through both... This was a re-read of a book I'd inhaled in a queue for folk festival tickets in 2006, and it was wonderful all over again this time round. Arlene Fleet, the narrator, is persuaded to return to Posset, Alabama, by her boyfriend Burr; but Burr doesn't know the secrets and lies Lena has left hidden in the kudzu, and Lena's racist family don't know that Burr is African American. Wonderfully observed with some seriously creepy elements, this is a Southern novel in the tradition of To kill a mockingbird or Donna Tartt's The little friend. All three of Jackson's novels probably go into an all-time top 20 for me and I can't wait for the next one.

In our defense: the Bill of Rights in action, by Ellen Alderman and Caroline Kennedy. New York: Avon Books, 1991.

I picked this up in the 'for sale' rack at the library, without much optimism about finishing it, but I've always been a sucker for books detailing legal cases (from a book about Bernard Spilsbury onwards) and the structure of this, looking at the US Bill of Rights in the context of the cases which have tested it over the years, was fascinating and engaging. An updated version, in the light of the USA PATRIOT act, would be even more interesting; the date of this book means that many of the test cases for freedom of speech, assembly, right to privacy, cruel and unusual punishment etc. date from the Civil Rights era and the Cold War. But if you can get hold of a copy (or want to borrow mine!) it's a very interesting read.

Aftershock, by Quintin Jardine. London: Headline, 2009.

Half of my holiday reading, and another instalment in the Bob Skinner series - this one has the usual balance of character history and tight plot development, and rattles along wonderfully. I veer between liking Bob Skinner and really not being sure - in this one, he's one of the good guys - but that's always interesting in itself, and either way, the books are required reading as they come out in paperback...

Touchstone, by Laurie R. King. New York: Bantam Dell, 2009.

This is an amazing book - set in the Great Game era of espionage between the two Wars, and featuring cross-country chases, Fascist leaders, mysterious Bolshevik bombers, a shellshocked veteran of the Great War with extraordinary powers and the background of the General Strike. Laurie R. King has a lovely talent for creating sympathetic, three-dimensional characters while keeping a plot running at high speed, and both Bennett Grey and Harris Stuyvesant are nicely drawn. The theme of terrorism is handled deftly - King is obviously making points about the current world situation without hitting us over the head with it - and although there are one or two lapses into Americanisms in the mouths of her British characters (King is from the US but a complete Anglophile), she manages to capture the feel of the period as well as writers like Dornford Yates who were writing at the time.

Playing for pizza, by John Grisham. London: Arrow, 2008.

This is a very sweet book - a washed-up American quarterback can only get a job playing the game in Italy, where most of the players are amateurs and play for a couple of square meals a week after practice. He's a fish out of water, knowing nothing about Italian culture, and gradually warming to his new team-mates. I know nothing about American football - and know very little more having read this book; I did tend to skip over the play-by-play descriptions during the actual games - but this was a quick, light, heartwarming read, if a little schmaltzy at times. In the same vein, I'd recommend Grisham's A painted house.

The associate, by John Grisham. London: Century, 2009.

Another Grisham (I put a batch of orders in at the library and these all came at once), but much more his usual fodder - a graduating Yale lawyer is blackmailed to join a huge corporate firm and give up company secrets. It does have the same problems as a lot of the early Grishams in that after a really tense set-up and some excellent descriptions of corporate-associate life, the end sort of fizzles out; the last few books have had much tighter endings, so this one was ultimately a little bit disappointing. As ever, I could see it making a very good film...

In the next batch, some textile history, some more crime and maybe a bit of music criticism...

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

What miserable weather for August! Managed not to get completely soaked at any point, but it as a close thing a couple of times... So here's a picture of what it *ought* to look like at this time of year. I noticed yesterday that it's exactly three years since I got my first small-enough-to-carry-round digital camera, and this was one of the first photos I took with it...

I've also been immensely cheered up by Joshilyn Jackson's blog Faster than Kudzu, by the realisation that it's only 7 days until I get a week's holiday, and by having finished the first quarter of the Mystic Meadows stole (which looks very little different to the last photo). I was slightly disconcerted to realise that despite the easiness of the Hypoteneuse stole, I'd still managed to make a complete mess of one pattern repeat yesterday evening (wine and good company, death to knitting of all sorts!) and hadn't noticed until nearly the end of the next one ("Boston Legal" on DVD is also fairly distracting) so a-frogging I went, and have nearly caught up again...

Saturday, March 01, 2008

Writing in an Age of Silence

by Sara Paretsky. London; New York : Verso, 2007. ISBN-13 978-1-84467-122-9.

I don't normally do book reviews, but this was just tremendous. It's been a very, very long time since I read a book in one or two sittings, finished it and then started at the front again for a longer read.

I've loved Paretsky's stylish detective/private eye novels for a long time; I've waited anxiously for the next one to come out for the last 15 years or so - but knew nothing about the author apart from the fiercely liberal opinions she's given her character VI Warshawski. In the last couple of books, written since the events of 2001 and the US administration's reaction to them, Paretsky has nailed her colours to the mast more clearly, but in this collection and elaboration of five lectures - part (sometimes startling) autobiography, part polemic, part literary theory - she explores voice and voicelessness, and does it brilliantly. She presses all the familiar buttons - the Civil Rights movement, Roe v. Wade, the USA Patriot Act; but she brings her personal experience to bear. And she introduces some slightly surprising elements to the arguments - Laura Ingalls Wilder, Natty Bumppo, Beth March*...

You don't need to have read a Paretsky novel to enjoy this book - she's a fierce, compassionate, feminist, literate, liberal American voice at a time where such are scarce - but I can't imagine finishing this book without wanting to read one...

*and the arrest of Joshilyn Jackson, author of the wonderful Gods in Alabama and Between, Georgia...

Normal knitting coverage will be resumed shortly.