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It’s that time of year again – a time to look back a little on the year that has gone – and celebrate some of the best things we’ve read. Best of year posts have been springing up for weeks – so apologies to those of you who are heartily sick of them.  

I have read far fewer books this year than I can ever remember. Had I been writing this post a few months ago I would have been very negative about that, but I feel I have come to terms with it. I read a bit less these days, and that’s just the way it is. So, after having picked twelve books for twelve months for several years, I am sticking to ten this year. One post, ten books. Glancing down the list I do think it very representative of my reading, mostly fiction, mainly women, some backlisted, some translated a couple of newer titles.  

In the order I read them, my top ten books I read in 2022 are: 

The Narrows by Ann Petry (1953) read in February. Reissued by Virago Press. A novel about love, lust, class, racism, tabloid journalism, the truth and betrayal – Petry writes her story flawlessly, giving us characters we won’t easily forget. Most of the characters inhabit the area of Monmouth, Connecticut called The Narrows – a Black community within what is a largely White town. A more complex novel than Petry’s best known work The Street, but so compelling, the narrative shifting between characters, its pacy and vividly described.  

Random Commentary by Dorothy Whipple (1966) read in February. Reissued by Persephone books. A compilation of pieces from Dorothy Whipple’s journals and notebooks. The journals were kept intermittently by Dorothy, then years later she simply copied out extracts that she thought might interest her readers. Nothing was ever organised or dated – though of course it all runs more or less chronologically, therefore the title fits absolutely. A thorough delight for any Whipple fan.  

Fools of Fortune by William Trevor (1983) read in March. Published by Penguin books. Told mainly in two first person narratives, spanning a period from just after the First World War to the 1980s. It is a beautiful, complex novel, haunting and tender and always compelling.  

The Island of Missing Trees by Elif Shafak (2021) read in June. Published by Viking. Divided into three time periods – the late 2010s the early 2000s and 1974 – The Island of Missing Trees, with one very unforgettable narrator, tells a story of belonging and identity, it is a poignant story of love and trauma. Set in Cyprus and London, it is beautifully written, compelling and thought provoking.   

Transcendent Kingdom by Yaa Gyasi (2020) read in July on Kindle. Published by penguin books. The story of an American-Ghanaian family in Alabama. A stunning, intelligent novel about family life, loss, grief, addiction, science and faith. A fast-paced multi layered novel that packs quite an emotional punch. 

Elena Knows by Claudia Piñeiro (2007) translated by Frances Riddle – read on Kindle in August. Published by Charco Press. A deeply heartfelt novel about a woman’s search for the truth about her daughter’s death. There appears to be a mystery at the heart of this novel and yet it’s not really a mystery novel. There’s a beautiful subtlety to the author’s telling the story of Elena and her daughter. The author understands the vulnerability and the frustrations of someone living with a debilitating health condition and that understanding weaves itself through the narrative.  

War Among Ladies by Eleanor Scott (1928) read in September. Reissued by The British Library as part of their women writer’s series. I love a school setting, and this devastating portrait of women teachers and 1920s education was a thoroughly immersive read. A novel about the politics and petty rivalries of a 1920s staffroom, Scott shows us how the choices for unmarried women who needed to earn a living were limited – and how difficult their lives were.  

Two Thousand Million Man Power by Gertrude Trevelyan (1937)) read in November. Reissued by Boiler House Press. Two Thousand Million Man-Power is an extraordinary novel. The novel concerns Robert Thomas and Katherine Bott from New Year’s Eve 1919 until the funeral of King George V in 1936. Throughout these years they change and grow, experiencing youthful radical idealism, economic boom and bust, terrible poverty, unemployment, and comfortable middle-class life in the suburbs with all the trappings. What Trevelyan does brilliantly however is to set her novel and place her characters very much in the context of everything that was happening in society and the wider world. So, looking forward to reading more by Gertrude Trevelyan soon.  

Territory of Light by Yūko Tsushima (1978) translated by Geraldine Harcourt read on Kindle in November. Published by Penguin books. The novel is told in twelve standalone fragments telling the story of an unnamed woman’s first year parenting her daughter alone after separating from her husband. She moves herself and her daughter – who turns three during the course of the story – into a fourth-floor apartment that is filled with light. A beautiful, delicate novel, which I read quickly, totally taken over by the imagery.  

The Other Day by Dorothy Whipple (1936) read in November. Reissued by Persephone books. My second Whipple on this list – I nearly swapped this for something else – but decided to stick to it. Dorothy Whipple was born in 1893 – and this book recounts delightfully her first twelve years. She reminds us – should we need it of all the horrors and pitfalls of childhood. How easy it is to get oneself into trouble with the grown-ups, how awful and miserable being taught by an unsympathetic teacher can be, how terrifying the illness of a sibling might feel. Another must for the Whipple fan, a deeply charming memoir.  

Coming in just under the wire – those I very nearly put in my list or would have done if I had been making the list longer: Springs of Affection, short stories by Maeve Brennan, The Light Years by Elizabeth Jane Howard, A Helping Hand by Celia Dale, and A Town called Solace by Mary Lawson which I only finished two days ago. 

So, that’s it – another year done, all bar the shouting. A few hours left of 2022 – but to be honest I have never been very bothered by New Year. The whole New Year, new year’s resolutions, “it will all be better next year” vibe irritates me. Still, if I were to make a New Year’s resolution (which I am plainly not going to do) it would be to get back to blogging a bit more regularly. I miss my former enthusiasm for it, but I am hoping bit by bit I will find my way back to enjoying it more than I have this year. I have struggled a lot since the summer, to blog and read and comment on other blogs – I feel I interact less on social media too. Thank you to those who have commented on, read, liked, or shared my infrequent posts over the last few months it has kept me going.  

There are changes on the horizon for me in 2023. I am in the process of being medically retired from work – I haven’t been at work since July. I have been told it can take months to go through, so I am currently off sick and waiting for everything to be finalised. The reality for me now is that I rarely leave home – and that’s unlikely to change much, if at all. So, I should have more time for blogging etc shouldn’t I? It’s not worked out like that yet. 

Despite my dislike of New Year – I do sincerely wish you all a very happy one. Let 2023 be filled with light, peace, and plenty of books.  

What were your best books of 2022? 

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Twelve books for 2021

I have read 110 and a half (ish) books in 2021 – but decided to stick to my twelve books for twelve months, I used to try and make it around 10% of my year’s reading, but then stuck at 12. It’s my blog and I’ll cheat if I want to.

There are a few stats at the end of the post for those of you who like that kind of thing – I don’t have clever spreadsheets so there aren’t many because I had to do maths. Before that though on with the books.

My list represents the kinds of books I love, having said that, there are four nonfiction books on it – which is ridiculous for someone who is always saying I don’t really do much non-fiction. Also, there are no translated books on my list, and only one Persephone book (though I haven’t read much Persephone this year anyway). Despite that, I do think it’s a very me list of books.

So, in the order in which I read them: (click on the title to go to the review)

O, The Brave Music by Dorothy Evelyn Smith (1943) – read way back in January, not the only novel from the fantastic British Library Women Writers on my favourite list of 2021. A coming of age story set before the First World War, about the daughter of a non-conformist minister of a northern-town.

The Living is Easy by Dorothy West (1948) – which I also read back in January, the last book I had to read, by this writer of the Harlem renaissance, whose body of work is sadly very small. This is a brilliant novel, with a fairly unlikeable central character. It’s the story of a woman’s ambition for her family, and the control she exerts over that family to get them and herself where she wants.

Expiation by Elizabeth von Arnim (1929) yet another read in January – January was clearly a very good month. I love Elizabeth von Arnim and couldn’t understand why this had been out of print for so long. It is a satirically humorous novel about middle class prudery and close-minded cruelty, and one that is hard to put down.

The Children of Dynmouth by William Trevor (1976) which I read in March. Set in a fictional Dorset seaside town – it contains one of the most, chilling and memorable teenage characters I have ever encountered. Trevor creates an appalling malevolence in Timothy Gedge – that is utterly brilliant, as are the observations of the other residents of this claustrophobic little town. Completely compelling.

Together and Apart by Margaret Kennedy (1936) which I read in March. The first of three Margaret Kennedy novels I read this year. I love her writing, her complex families, and the way she weaves a story out of them. This is a simply brilliant portrayal of a family breakdown, the story of a couple’s divorce and the fall out around it.

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou (1969) which I read in April with my book group, and which started off a little reading project with two good friends. The first of Maya Angelou’s remarkable volumes of autobiography – there are seven, and I have now read six – is the story of her childhood in the 1930s and 40s. It’s so memorable and shows the determination and resilience of the woman she became, something which comes through all her books.

The Adventures of Miss Barbara Pym by Paula Byrne (2021) a much anticipated biography that I read in April. I don’t always do well with big heavy hardbacks, but this was so good, I couldn’t leave it alone. Revealing, honest and remarkably affectionate it might have divided some Pym fans, but I loved it.

10 Minutes 38 Seconds in this Strange World by Elif Shafak (2019) which I read in July; I barely have words for the brilliance of this novel. Only my second by this author, but I shall read more by her soon. A novel with dark themes it is full of love, hope and incredible friendship, and I couldn’t love it more.

A Bite of the Apple: – a life with books, writers and Virago by Lennie Goodings (2020) read in September well if this wasn’t right up my street I don’t know what is. Part memoir, part history of Virago including thoughts and reminiscences of over forty years of feminist publishing, this is the story of a publisher and a movement. The excitement and vision that started it off – the passion, determination and belief that made Virago the success it was, and still is – it is all here.

Dreaming of Rose: a biographer’s journal by Sarah LeFanu (2013) which I read in September was a book I wasn’t even sure if I would like. Published by Handheld Press, who have reissued several early works by Rose Macaulay, I loved it, and it’s hard to say why. I am fascinated by the writer Rose Macaulay, and this journal by her biographer, charting her relationship with her subject and the process of writing a biography absolutely gripped me in a way I hadn’t expected. I have bought the biography, and hope to read it in 2022.

Sally on the Rocks by Winifred Boggs (1915) which I read in October, another brilliant reissue from the British Library – I have read several of this series this year, they have produced such a great list. This has a surprisingly modern feel for a novel written during WW1. It beautifully highlights the inequalities between men and women in the early years of the twentieth century.

The Woods in Winter by Stella Gibbons (1970) which I read very recently in mid-December. Just a delight from beginning to end. A novel about solitude, friendships, and the natural world – it is one of my favourite novels reissued by Dean Street Press.

So there we have it twelve favourite reads from the year that was 2021.

A few simple stats:

Out of nearly 111 books I read:

99 books by women (If I include the one I am reading and haven’t quite finished in time for 1st January)

12 by men – gosh even I am surprised at that marked difference. It’s not deliberate.

Only 11 books were non-fiction which makes the inclusion of 4 on my favourite list, rather marked. However 2 other books contained both fiction and non-fiction pieces.

Only 5 books I read this year were first published in 2021.

20.9% were by writers of colour and oddly enough 20.9 % was also the total books read in translation, both those figures slightly up on last year.

Is anyone really surprised by those figures? I don’t think I am.

So, that’s another year over, I wonder what the next one will bring? What were your standout reads of 2021?

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Twelve books for 2020

So, here we are, the final day of 2020. What a strange and awful year it has been. I wonder whether in years to come I will be able to quite believe just how many months I shielded or worked from home, how few weeks I actually spent at school. In some ways it has seemed as if I have blinked and the year just disappeared – probably because so many of my days, weeks and months were so featureless. What with the pandemic, the Black Lives Matter protests, and the US election it has been a year that has seen many of us distracted from our books, some of us with more reading time available actually reading less. I am not going to try and predict what 2021 might hold for us all – however, wherever you are, I hope it is a much better year.

Perhaps because of the above – I have found it even harder to come up with my twelve books of the year. I excluded re-reads but have chosen both newer and backlisted titles as always.

Putting these in order proved impossible, so in alphabetical order by title my twelve books of 2020 are:

Abigail by Magda Szabó (1970) translated by Len Rix. Read right back at the start of the year in January. Hungary 1943 – A senior army General in Budapest decides to send his fourteen year old daughter Georgina Vitay, across Hungary to a boarding school in Árkod. What starts out as a brilliant boarding school novel, becomes in time a taut, WW2 thriller – with Gina in danger.

A Very Great Profession by Nicola Beauman (1983) – the founder of Persephone books. Read very recently, in mid-December. A Persephone reissue of her 1983 book of literary criticism, which I have sat on for a year because I read so little nonfiction. I absolutely loved this book, such a celebration of the kinds of books I love. Rarely do I love a nonfiction book this much.

Christopher and Columbus by Elizabeth von Arnim (1919) Read in April. Such an absolute delight from beginning to end. The Christopher and Columbus of the title are the two Annas; Anna-Rose and Anna-Felicitas von Twinkler, seventeen year old twins. The uncle of these innocent half German young women arranges for their passage to the US, and thus are the two Annas thrust upon the United States.

Clash by Ellen Wilkinson (1929) read in October, this is the kind of novel I love. Politics, feminism, and a faithful portrayal of the working classes.  Clash is a novel about the General Strike of 1926, its aftermath, and the terrible conditions that miners families were living in.

Dangerous Ages by Rose Macaulay (1921) Read in August, Rose Macaulay is a writer I have enjoyed exploring in the last few years. This edition from the British Library Women Writers series, is a thing of beauty in itself. In this novel Rose Macaulay examines four generations of women within one family, each of them at a different ‘dangerous’ stage of womanhood.

Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead by Olga Tokarczuk (2009) translated by Antonia Lloyd-Jones. Read back in February, and this is a novel I had no idea would end up on this list – yet it has stayed with me – and I came to appreciate the brilliance of the novel the more I thought about it later. Examining traditional ideas of ‘madness,’ animal rights and the hypocrisy of religion.

Midwinter by Fiona Melrose (2016) Read in April, it is a novel which captured me and captivated me from word one. One of those I was sorry to finish. This is a novel firmly rooted in the Suffolk landscape, a novel of a father and son, grief, guilt and how we find our way home. Beautifully written and deeply heartfelt. It is really quite haunting, honestly if you haven’t already, just read it.

Mr Loverman by Bernardine Evaristo (2013). Another one from earlier this month, this one and a Very Great Profession totally upset the apple cart in terms of this list! It is just a joy of a book. In this novel we meet Barrington Jedidiah Walker, or Barry to his friends. His voice is immediately engaging, warm, funny, vulnerable a little defensive and often outrageous – he pulls us into his world. Barry is very loveable. If you haven’t already met Barry – I suggest you do so. I smiled all the way through.

The Scapegoat by Daphne du Maurier (1957) read during my reading week in May. The kind of novel Daphne excels at, I just could not put it down. An identity swap novel with plenty of intrigue and drama. Two men, one English and poor one French and rich but from a troubled family, meet by chance and swap identities. You have to suspend your disbelief but it is still brilliant.

The Skin Chairs by Barbara Comyns (1962) read in May, one of my favourite writers, I was delighted to find a copy of this one reasonably priced. The narrator of this novel is a typical Comyns narrator – Frances a child of ten from a family plunged into poverty upon the sudden death of her father. An interfering aunt and some cousins live nearby – and there are several other strange or sad characters who she becomes involved with. This wonderfully quirky Comyns novel that describes an adult world through a child’s eyes is full of odd and surprising images.

The Slaves of Solitude by Patrick Hamilton (1947) read in February. My second Patrick Hamilton set in a boarding house. 1943 and the middle of the Second World War, Miss Roach formerly of London, has taken shelter from the bombings in London at the Rosamund Tea Rooms boarding house, run by Mrs Payne. Here she lives alongside a group of equally grey and invisible souls, who struggle to fit in comfortably anywhere in the world as it currently is. Vicki Kugelmann comes to the Rosamund Tearooms bringing with her tension and trouble for Miss Roache.

The Vanishing Half by Brit Bennett (2020) read in June, a novel worth the hype – a brilliantly compelling read – it is a story of race, of colour, exploring the American history of ‘passing.’ However, it is also a story of belonging – of finding your place in the world. Moving from the 1950s to the 1990s – from Louisiana to California and New York – it is a pacey, thought provoking novel that becomes increasingly hard to put down.

So, that’s it my 2020 dozen! I love seeing everyone’s books of the year posts at this time of the year, so in case I missed it – what have been your reading highlights of 2020?

Happy New Year to you all.

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Twelve books for 2019

It’s always difficult to come up with a ‘best of’ list, and this year was as difficult as ever. I haven’t read as many books this year as in previous years. Finishing on 108 I’m eleven behind this time last year – and more than twenty behind where I would have been a few years ago. Still, the quality of books has been fairly high, so choosing a final twelve wasn’t easy. I’m not up to going around the house pulling books off the shelves to photograph, so I’m afraid a book collage of covers will have to suffice.

As always, I have chosen books that fully captivated me, in which I became fully involved and have stayed with me since I finished. So here they are, in reverse order.

12 A Touch of Mistletoe by Barbara Comyns (1967) – This was a book that took a bit of tracking down. Comyns is such a unique writer, especially in the way she writes about difficult, dysfunctional childhoods. A Touch of Mistletoe is a coming of age novel which follows the changing fortunes of two sisters from their teenage years to middle age. They grow up in a household similar to those other Comyns households. We follow them through various relationships, jobs and homes – a novel told in Comyns unique voice, which is always thoroughly engaging.

11 The House on the Strand by Daphne du Maurier (1969) – One of three books I read for #DDMreadingweek in May, The House on the Strand is so compelling, I simply gulped it down, and was sorry when there was no more. Dick Young has been loaned an old house in Cornwall for the summer. Kilmarth belongs to Dick’s friend Professor Magnus Lane. The Professor let’s Dick into a secret – he has been experimenting with a new drug, a drug that will take the user a world away from any problems they may have. Magnus offers Dick the chance to be his guinea-pig – the drug is stored in three bottles in Magnus’s basement laboratory at Kilmarth – Magnus gives Dick his instructions over the phone – and Dick takes his first dose. The drug will take Dick back to the fourteenth century – to the world of Roger Kylmerth steward to Sir Henry Champernoune.

10 Milkman by Anna Burns (2018) A booker prize winning novel that I read with my book group right at the start of the year. It is a quite extraordinary book, a beautiful, complex novel with a strong sense of place in its portrayal of a community under immense pressure. In an unnamed city Middle Sister likes to read nineteenth century classics while walking, she is eighteen, and all her mother can talk about is her getting married. Middle Sister is hiding two secrets, her burgeoning relationship with Maybe-boyfriend from another area, and her recent encounter with Milkman. Milkman is older, married and a known paramilitary leader. There are eyes everywhere, and soon her brother-in-law and other local people spot Middle-Sister in the unwanted company of Milkman, and gossip is rife.

9 A Spell of Winter by Helen Dunmore (1996) A beautiful, haunting novel I was blown away by Dunmore’s writing. The novel opens in the early twentieth century, some years before the First World War. Narrated by Catherine, the youngest of two siblings. Young siblings Rob and Catherine don’t understand why they have been abandoned by their parents while they are living in their grandfather’s house. Their grandfather; the man from nowhere – is a remote, closed off figure – who won’t have the children’s mother so much as mentioned. All they know is that she left.

8 The Call by Edith Ayrton Zangwill (1924) First published in 1924 The Call is a novel of women’s suffrage – among other things. It is also about the struggle for a young woman to be taken seriously within the scientific field. The author’s stepmother was the physicist Hertha Ayrton, and many of the struggles described in this novel were endured by Ayrton. The Call is a brilliantly compelling feminist novel thoroughly involving and an enormously important testament of the struggle for women’s suffrage and for a woman to be taken seriously in the world of science.

7 I’m Not Complaining by Ruth Adam (1938) A novel I read quite recently, I’m not Complaining is a novel set in a working class area of Nottinghamshire during the depression, portraying the lives of women who work in a primary school. Our narrator; Madge Brigson is a Nottinghamshire primary school teacher in the 1930s, a neighbourhood dominated by large factories and increasingly plagued by high levels of unemployment.

6 Two Days in Aragon by Molly Keane (1941) Molly Keane has featured on my best of lists before. I often think she is very underrated as a writer. Two Days in Aragon is set in the rural Ireland that Molly Keane is known for portraying so beautifully. It is the 1920s, and the Anglo Irish aristocratic Fox family live at Aragon. A Georgian house standing among rhododendrons and azaleas which bears testament to centuries of gracious living. As ever, Keane’s depiction of the landscape she clearly loved is gorgeous, but this novel could also be seen as a memorial for a way of life that was coming to an end. With this, there is also a recognition for the political tensions and deadly allegiances that were gathering against the Anglo Irish landed gentry in Ireland. Beautifully written, and hugely compelling this is Molly Keane at her best.

5 The Harsh Voice by Rebecca West (1935) A collection of four brilliant short novels (or long short stories) set in Europe and the US. These stories straddle the period dominated by the Wall Street crash of 1929. Rebecca West had travelled to America several times, and in these four brilliant pieces – three of which are set in the US – she perfectly recreates an American voice. Through these stories we see something of the America that Rebecca West experienced during the 1920s.

4 Mary O’Grady by Mary Lavin (1950) The story of a woman from soon after her marriage when she moves from the country to Dublin to her old age. The novel opens in around 1900, Mary, a young woman from the country has not long married her Tom, who she met on her one visit to Dublin. She married him shortly after and moved to Dublin, carrying with her the memory of her beloved Tullamore – where she hopes one day to take her sons and daughters. Tom works on the trams, and Mary loves to walk down to the tram sheds to take Tom some hot food every dinner time, walking home past an expanse of vacant ground, covered in long grass – that reminds her of home. Tom and Mary adore one another, but it isn’t long before they have little ones to share their little house. Five children are born; Patrick, Ellie, Angie, Larry and Rosie. Mary is a good, sensible mother. Gradually, Mary’s memories of her country childhood fade – as her life revolves more and more around her own family – providing a warm and stable home for her children.

3 Warlight by Michael Ondaatje (2018) Warlight captivated me from the first page – and never let me go. It’s a gloriously literary novel – but one full of intrigue and captivating characters, exploring tenderly the question of memory. 1945 the war has ended, and the London landscape is changed almost beyond recognition. In Putney fifteen year old Nathanial and his sister Rachel have been abandoned by their parents and left in the family home in the care of a couple of strange guardians. Initially the bemused siblings rather assume their guardians are criminals of some sort – though in time, they worry about this far less than one might imagine.

2 Girl, Woman Other by Bernadine Evaristo (2019) The joint winner of this year’s Booker Prize. This is a fabulous novel for the times we are living in. A novel of modern Britain and some of the women who make it – their voices ring out clear and strong from every page. Twelve wonderful humans, mainly women, mainly black, scattered across the UK in town and country, who call this nation home.  The author weaves their stories together in a way that produces a glorious feeling of connectedness, some characters are connected slightly – other connections are more significant. Through these characters, we see everything we are as a country and all that we have been.

1 National Provincial by Lettice Cooper (1938) Ever since I first read South Riding by Winifred Holtby I had been searching for another novel with similar themes. National Provincial ticked all the boxes I wanted it to. A novel of Northern politics, social class and subtle feminism, I loved it. It definitely embraces many of the themes explored two years before by Winifred Holtby and also by Elizabeth Gaskell almost a century earlier. There is a large cast of characters and several story strands – I could probably write far, far too much about them all. Probably the fattest book I read this year – it is hugely immersive providing a fantastic portrait of England in the 1930s.

And that’s it. Lots of Virago and Persephone as ever – well I like what I like. Just time to wish you all a very happy New Year.

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