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Secrecy by Rupert Thomson

Secrecy

Five words from the blurb: Italy, sculptor, hidden, dangers, revelations

Last year I read The Book of Revelation by Rupert Thomson and was impressed by its original and thought provoking plot. So when an unsolicited review copy of Thomson’s latest book popped through my letter box I was keen to see what he’d written. Secrecy is very different in style to The Book of Revelation, but his ability to write such accomplished books in different genres is a testament to his skill as an author.

Secrecy is a vivid piece of historical fiction set in 17th Century Italy. The central character, Zummo, is an artist who creates macabre models from wax. Zummo has many secrets and is forced to flee from his home town to Palermo, then Naples. Luckily he finds favour with Tuscany’s Medici ruler, Cosimo III, who commissions him to make a large wax sculpture, the nature of which is to be kept secret from everyone around them.

The writing was atmospheric and reminded me of Pure by Andrew Miller in the way it also contained depth and insight:

Secrecy has many faces. If it was imposed on you, against your will, it could be a scourge – the bane of your existence. On the other hand, you might well seek it out. Nurture it. Rely on it. You might find life impossible without it. But there was a third kind of secrecy, which you carried unknowingly, like a disease, or the hour of your death. Things that could be kept from you, maybe for ever.

The plot contained many twists and turns, but none were jaw-dropping – it was simply good old-fashioned story telling. Unfortunately I never connected emotionally with Zummo, but I remained interested in his story throughout. He was a fantastic character and I loved the fact that he was so flawed; encouraging the reader to be disgusted by him one moment and then feel sympathy for him the next.

This period of history was unfamiliar to me so I enjoyed learning at little about life in the Medici court. This book was clearly very well researched, but I liked the way that the historical facts were present, but never over-burdening.

Overall this was an enjoyable read and I’d recommend it to anyone looking for a good piece of literary historical fiction.

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Books Are Dangerous!

Last week I mentioned my mission to remove 7000 from my house and I thought now would be a good time to update you on my progress.

The week started well and I managed to donate 5 boxes of fiction to my son’s scout group for their upcoming jumble sale. I then sorted and catalogued 4 boxes for sale on eBay, then I bent down to pick up a box lid and …

I slipped a disc in my back!

I am now barely able to lift a single book and am virtually house bound. Unfortunately the pain/pain killers are making me feel so sleepy/spaced out that I can’t concentrate enough to read. Hopefully this will change over the next few days, but I think all my elaborate book sorting plans are over.

I’m off to lie down with some trashy TV.

 

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The Tale of Raw Head and Bloody Bones by Jack Wolf

The Tale of Raw Head and Bloody Bones

Five words from the blurb: medicine, faeries, superstition, pain, darkness

I don’t normally mention debut novels that I fail to finish, but this one has played on my mind. Books that evoke a strong reaction are far better than boring ones, so please take my opinion as a positive and give it a try – I’d love to discuss it!

The first 75 pages of this book were fantastic. I was instantly drawn in to the story – it reminded me of Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, but Raw Head was more gripping. The writing was wonderfully atmospheric and felt realistic for the time period.

‘A Gnome. How did he appear, this Gnome?’
‘Like the Tutor, but tiny. Highly entertaining.’
‘Verily, you were mistaken,’ Nathaniel said, idly ripping a Spray of Elderberries from the Hedge. ‘Because a Gnome is not at all amusing. Nor doth he resemble a shrunken Tutor. No, no, dear Tristan, the ordinary, every-daye, commonplace English Gnome is a tiny brown Creature with a Visage like a pickled Walnut, who, like all Faeries, hath very sharp Teeth. And an exceedingly foul Temper.’

So what went wrong?

About 75 pages in, the central character raped a woman. I’ve read lots of books containing rape scenes. I’ve even read some written from the perspective of the rapist. What I can’t understand is why this scene offended me so much – it wasn’t even particularly graphic. I continued reading the book and it quickly became clear that the central character enjoyed inflicting pain on others, particularly women. It almost seemed to glorify violence. I normally enjoy books that give an insight into the mind of others, no matter how evil they are (I even liked The Kindly Ones) so what I’ve been trying to work out is what line this book crossed? Was it simply that I wasn’t expecting it? Do I object to rape scenes in historical fiction? Did it just treat the subject in too light a manner? I can’t work it out! I hope that someone (who isn’t easily offended) will read this book and give me some insight.

I abandoned the book after about 150 pages as I couldn’t inflict another 400 pages of this violence on myself.  Perhaps everything is redeemed by the ending? If you’ve finished this book I’d love to know if a meaningful conclusion is reached.

Did not finish

Have you read this book?

What did you think of it?

I haven’t seen any blog reviews for this book yet, but the press appears to be very positive:

Those of strong stomach and vivid imagination will find glittering delights in here. Lloyd Shepherd in the Guardian

A startlingly, subversively original writer.  Gerard Woodward

Wolf is a superb storyteller who sucks the reader into his fascinating imagination. The Times

 

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My Life in Books

Today I’m taking part in My Life in Books over at Stuck in a Book. Head over to Simon’s blog to see me talk about my favourite books from the past and try to predict who I’m paired with. 

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Thinking in Numbers by Daniel Tammet

Thinking in Numbers: How Maths Illuminates Our Lives

Five words from the blurb: imagine, universe, counting, mathematics, everyone

Daniel Tammet is an autistic savant with an amazing ability to recall words and numbers. I loved his autobiography, Born on a Blue Day, so much that I went to hear him talk at the Edinburgh Festival last month. His new book, Thinking in Numbers, aims to promote a love for mathematics. Tammet explains that the subject is similar to fiction in that there are many different genres, each of which you will enjoy to a greater or lesser extent dependant on your personal taste.

Like works of literature, mathematical ideas help expand our circle of empathy, liberating us from the tyranny of a single, parochial point of view. Numbers, properly considered, make us better people.

Thinking in Numbers proved this concept by highlighting many different areas, some which I loved and others which bored me completely.

The book is divided into 25 chapters, each exploring a different area of mathematics. Tammet uses real life examples to show how important numbers are with topics as diverse as snow, Tolstoy and poetry. My personal favorites included the section that explained the different ways other cultures count and the one estimating how long an individual will live.

The quality of Tammet’s writing has improved massively since Born on a Blue Day. Everything was written clearly, with complex theories explained cleverly so that those unfamiliar with them could understand, whilst those already knowledgeable weren’t patronised.

I was a little disappointed that the book didn’t include any more explanation of the way Tammet sees numbers as complex, colourful shapes, but I did enjoy the more personal chapter about the thoughts that went through his head as he broke the world record for reciting Pi to 22,514 decimal places.

I found this book thought provoking – it is one of those books that you find yourself quoting to others. I guarantee that you won’t enjoy every chapter, but there is enough contained within it to entertain everyone.

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Abandoning some prize winners

Chinaman

Chinaman by Shehan Karunatilaka

This book has been stalking me for a long time. It first came to my attention when it was selected as one of the Waterstone’s 11, then it won the 2012 DSC Prize for South Asian Literature and I keep seeing positive references to it on Twitter. Last week it won the Commonwealth Writers’ Prize and I felt it was finally time to give it the benefit of the doubt, despite my hatred for cricket.

Unfortunately it got off to a bad start. The book was riddled with obscure facts about cricket and I had to force myself to concentrate. I only kept reading because of the sentence at the end of this paragraph on page 6:

Clean Bowled
The simplest dismissal is when the bowler knocks over the batsman’s wickets. Matthew did this with most of his victims. He sent left-arm chinamen, googlies, armballs and darters through pads and feet. Here is a not-so-random sample of batsmen whose bails he dislodged. Border. Chappell. Crowe. Gatting. Gavaskar. Gower. Greenidge. Hadlee. Imran. Kapil. Lloyd. Miandad.
You are shaking your head. You are closing the book and frowning at the cover. Rereading the blurb at the back. Wondering if a refund is out of the question.

I hoped this was an indication that the cricket facts would be short lived. Unfortunately this wasn’t the case. After 40 pages I could stand it no longer and abandoned it. If you enjoy reading about sport, particularly cricket, then I’m sure there is a lot to be gained from reading this book.

Please Look After Mother

Please Look After Mother by Kyung-Sook Shin

I’ve had a mixed reaction to previous winners of the Man Asian Literary Prize, unfortunately this year produced another that wasn’t quite to my taste. The book is set in Korea and follows a family as they search for their elderly mother who has gone missing in Soeul.

The second person narrative style annoyed me:

After your children’s mother went missing, you realised it was your wife who was missing. Your wife, who you’d forgotten about for fifty years, was present in your heart. Only after she disappeared did she come to you tangibly, as if you could reach out and touch her.”

I also longed for a more complex plot, instead of just an overly sentimental discussion about how important our parents are.

I abandoned it after about 70 pages, but if you enjoy gentle, introspective books written in an experimental writing style then you may well love it.

The Marlowe Papers

The Marlowe Papers Ros Barber

This book hasn’t actually won any awards, but I’m so confident that it will that I’ve decided to include it in this list. The book is written from the perspective of Christopher Marlowe. It assumes that he didn’t die in a pub brawl, but went on to write numerous plays under the pseudonym of William Shakespeare.

This book is written in the style of Shakespeare and is obviously genius:

Liquor kicks doorframes while the Lowlands sleep.
It shoulders blame for my catastrophe,
swallows my life and pisses it in the sink,
blurs what I hurt to look at, pillows sense.
Drink fogs a future which is only dark
and endless tramping into foreign towns
until tomorrow narrows to a point
on the nose’s tip. Then soaks and hardens thoughts,
weighting them into bruising hammer blows

Unfortunately I’ve never enjoyed reading Shakespeare. I have horrible flashbacks of being forced to read it in school every time I think about it.

If you enjoy reading Shakespeare then you’re in for a real treat!

Have you read any of these books?