The Best Book I Read This Month Was…
… Ash by Mary Gentle. Frankly, I can’t imagine a future in which this doesn’t cruise into my top ten books of 2024. My review is here.
[Hon. mention: Always by Nicola Griffith, which is also an Ash readalike. My review is here.]
The Worst Book I Read This Month Was…
… The Djinn Waits A Hundred Years by Shubnum Khan. A big disappointment, given this was one of the releases I was most looking forward to in 2024. I loved the premise of this novel set in South Africa, which tells the story of a teenage Muslim girl who moves into a dilapidated estate occupied by a djinn. Once a grand residence, Akbar Manzil is now haunted. It soon becomes clear that the estate is troubled by a darkness in its past, but it’s not until nearly halfway through the novel that we learn anything substantial about this earlier timeline, which takes place in the 1930s. When this plot finally emerges, the book becomes more readable, but no better. It suffers from one of the big problems that makes me avoid a lot of multi-generational historical fiction: basically, the characters are ciphers defined by their role in the family. In this one, it comes with a nasty twist of misogyny (bad mother-in-law; evil first wife, saintly second wife; female child evil-from-birth; male child weak and misled by his sister; good husband weirdly not held responsible for all this). In short, this has been mis-sold as speculative fiction when it’s really straightforward histfic. My full review is on Goodreads. I received a free proof copy of this novel from the publisher for review.
The Book I Read This Month That I Most Expect To Get Longlisted For The Women’s Prize Was…
… Jaded by Ela Lee. Jade is a British-Korean-Turkish lawyer in her twenties, working stupid hours in an effort to excel at her law firm. She feels split between the worlds of her parents and the Oxford-London world she’s tried so hard to fit into, abandoning her birth name Ceyda, dating white, upper-class Kit, who says the right things but only when other people are listening, and learning to cook beef wellington rather than tteokbokki. In Korean businesses, people address her in English, recognising her as somehow other; she gets a warmer welcome in Turkish restaurants, ‘where the first thing the waitress would ask is Türk müsün? Are you Turkish? After that was settled, generous familiarity struck like lightning until hours later we would leave the venue to calls of güle güle! A charming parting expression that translated to leaving while laughing’. After a client dinner, Jade is raped by a colleague, and this event tears her world apart, but also makes her start to question whether she wants to live this way anyway. Jaded is an accomplished debut, better-written than comparator novels like Queenie, and dealing authentically and viscerally with Jade’s PTSD. The central plot of this book, I suspect, won’t really stay with me simply because I have read so many excellent novels like it: Dark Chapter by Winnie M. Li, Asking For It by Louise O’Neill, and Apple Tree Yard by Louise Doughty come to mind. It’s also a shame that, given that Lee’s writing is generally warm and intelligent, she occasionally slips into telling us too much. Still, this is an impressive debut, and I look forward to reading what Lee writes next. My full review is on Goodreads. Thanks very much to Yazmeen Akhtar at Vintage and Harvill Secker for offering me an e-ARC of this novel for review.
The Thriller That Just Delivered This Month Was…
… Run on Red by Noelle West Ihli. I’m a bit of a grumpy thriller critic, as readers of this blog will know: I’m likely to think that they rely too much on big ‘twists’, that the characters are unbelievable or stupid, that they use too much cod-psychology or that they are simply misogynistic. This is not to say that I hate psychological thrillers: there are authors that do them brilliantly, like Ruth Ware, Louise Doughty and Erin Kelly. But, it turns out, sometimes I just want something very simple. Run on Red brought that. Set in 2007, this novel takes place over a single night when two young women, Laura and Olivia, realise they are being tailgated by a truck on a remote country road, and from then on, things only get worse. Plot and characterisation are straightforward, as is the villains’ motivation – but people actually behave logically, thank goodness, and the tension never lets up. Basically, I think I liked that this book knew what it was doing and just went with it, rather than making us read through chunks of supposedly complex backstory that just ends up being the same old thing and doesn’t add any depth to the characters, or giving them all ‘secrets in the past’. Funnily enough, the scraps of information we got about Laura and Olivia made them feel much more real to me then if there had been these info-dumps – partly because they were just normal human beings rather than the usual secretive triple-crossing revenge-seeking grudge-holding thriller women. I’ll definitely look out for more from Ihli.
The Best Straight Historical Novel I Read This Month Was…
… The Unspeakable Acts of Zina Pavlou by Eleni Kyriacou. I don’t read much historical fiction, not because I have any concerns about historical accuracy but because I often find it dull, familiar and info-dumpy (see my Djinn review above). Kyriacou’s second novel nimbly avoids these concerns. Set in London in the mid-1950s, it centres on the trial of an older Greek Cypriot immigrant, Zina, who has been accused of the brutal murder of her daughter-in-law. Zina speaks very little English, so Eva, a younger Greek woman, is employed to translate for her, and swiftly becomes emotionally involved in the case. This novel is based on the real-life case of Styllou Christofi, and Kyriacou’s attention to historical detail is meticulous but never overbearing. However, what really impressed me about this novel was how she wrote about Zina. Novels based on real-life cases about murderous women usually exonerate them, then think about how patriarchal beliefs led to their miserable fates (I’m thinking Hannah Kent’s Burial Rites, Emma Flint’s Little Deaths, and even, to an extent, Margaret Atwood’s much smarter Alias Grace). But instead, Kyriacou chooses to accept Zina’s guilt and dig into it, which makes for a much more interesting story. Although Zina is guilty, the prejudice she faces as an older, non-English-speaking, illiterate immigrant profoundly shapes her fate; she is seen as a stupid peasant woman who showed no remorse for her crime, because her emotional reactions aren’t legible to a British tabloid audience. Kyriacou also beautifully develops her relationships with her son and daughter-in-law in a thread set during the weeks leading up to the murder, so we see how tensions rise through cultural misunderstandings and judgements without anyone being painted simply as the villain. Eva, too, is not just Zina’s vessel but has a quietly compelling story of her own. Both satisfyingly pacy and very thought-provoking.
Disclaimer: Eleni Kyriacou is a friend of mine – we met while taking the Curtis Brown Creative novel-writing course in 2015/16. However, this review reflects my genuine opinion of this novel.
The Best Collection of Speculative Short Stories I Read This Month Was…
…The Paper Menagerie by Ken Liu. Liu has done tireless, sterling work translating Chinese SF for an English audience, and I first came across him as the editor and translator of the brilliant anthology Broken Stars, one of my favourite books of 2020. Liu’s editorial instincts were obviously so good that I decided I must read some of his own work, and I’ve finally got round to it. Liu’s short fiction has been compared to that of Ted Chiang, and I feel like I need to say it upfront: Liu is no Chiang. (This makes sense when you read about their processes; Chiang can spend months on a single story, producing about fifteen or so in two decades, whereas Liu is much more prolific, writing more than seventy stories in just a dozen years.) Having said that, though, there are some great stories here, and I was impressed by how well Liu can switch between historical fiction, crime, fantasy and SF. For me, his straight SF stories tended to be too on-the-nose (‘Perfect Match’, ‘State Change’) or too list-like (‘The Bookmaking Habits of Select Species’; ‘An Advanced Readers’ Picture Book of Comparative Cognition’). I preferred those that sat in a more speculative space, like ‘Good Hunting’, where a demon hunter befriends a demon in a China that is being drained of its old magic, and ‘A Brief History of the Trans-Pacific Tunnel’, set in an alternative timeline where an undersea tunnel connects Shanghai, Tokyo and Seattle. My favourite story in the collection, ‘The Simulacrum’, also fell into this category: I found the image of a father who can only connect with a digital version of his daughter when she was younger and more pliant, rather than the adult daughter herself, utterly heartbreaking.
As for the historical fiction, Liu is obviously interested in untold stories, often of atrocities such as joint US-Republic of China repression against suspected People’s Republic of China Communists in Taiwan in the 1960s (‘The Literomancer’), but also of unexpected moments of co-operation, as in the novella-length ‘All the Flavours’, set in Idaho Territory, where Chinese people made up 28.5% of the population in 1870 before the passage of the Chinese Exclusion Act of 1882. Liu poignantly writes in his afterword to this story, ‘As a result, the bachelor communities of Chinese in the Idaho mining towns gradually dwindled until all the Chinese had died… To this day, some of the mining towns of Idaho still celebrate Chinese New Year in memory of the presence of the Chinese among them’. But, while I loved the ideas behind these more historically-situated stories, I can’t say I always loved the execution. This was even true of the undoubtedly powerful ‘The Man Who Ended History’, which closes the collection. Liu marries a fascinatingly original take on time travel (you can go back to any moment in time, but only once, as the connection is then destroyed) with an exploration of the real horrors of Unit 731 in Pingfang in the Japanese puppet state of Manchukuo during the Second World War. As a history lesson for a Western audience, this is vital. As an exploration of its central ideas – should we witness history? what happens if we can witness it only once? does witnessing risk the process of healing from intergenerational trauma? – it fell a bit short for me. I’d love to read a novel-length version of this seventy-page story.
What books stood out to you this month?