Big Sky by Kate Atkinson
The fifth in the
Jackson Brodie series of detective novels, this one finds Jackson living on the
North Yorkshire coast, occasionally with his son while his actress ex-partner
Julia films a TV series (about a fictional detective, because Atkinson loves
that sort of Russian Doll technique) in the area.
Jackson Brodie is not really a
very successful detective, and Atkinson’s genius is in highlighting his flaws
by telling most of the story from the viewpoints of various characters who are
directly involved in the current crime du jour, this time a very nasty
ring of human sex traffickers. We frequently know much more about what is going
on than Jackson himself does, and he stumbles across the crimes often
serendipitously.
Atkinson loves to undermine the detective
genre formula, using narrative devices that often teeter on the edge of magic
realism while never fully falling over the precipice. In this book, Jackson’s
urge to protect the vulnerable leads him to try to save at least two people’s
lives before he becomes fully involved in the major crime going on nearby. There
are numerous references to events from previous episodes in the Brodie saga, so
if you haven’t read them you will find some elements of this novel confusing.
There is Atkinson’s trademark humour, her characteristic moments of sly wit or
unlikely coincidence. The two young women police officers are called Ronnie and
Reggie, for instance, and one happens to have saved Jackson’s life in a previous
novel.
I love all this stuff. As I have
said before, I consider Atkinson to be a fabulous writer, though I am increasingly recognizing
her stylistic devices. She often has characters thinking something but other
characters responding as if the thought has been spoken aloud, for instance.
What I really love about her work is her ability to create and present characters who are highly distinctive, highly memorable, both intensely realistic but also often so eccentric that they are simultaneously unconvincing. She jumps from character to character, giving us glimpses of the central story from different angles, and she controls the various voices, the different viewpoints, deftly, skipping from one to another with great skill and confidence. And she does it so quickly and succinctly. I found myself really caring about many of the characters as if they were real people – the Polish girls who are rescued from the hell-hole created by the triumvirate of evil ‘businessmen’ at the heart of the story, the possibly gay, sensitive son of one of those men, poor naïve Vince who has no idea about what his ‘golf-friends’ are up to and whose life is slowly falling apart around him. Atkinson likes to break down stereotypes. Beautiful, over-made-up Crystal, once an exploited teen escaping from a brutal care home into an even more brutal world, now the wife of rich Tommy, who treats her like a mixture of domestic servant and sex doll, turns out to be much more intelligent, moral and brave than you’d expect.
Jackson himself doesn’t feel like
the central character in the book. He rarely does. Yet his basic human decency,
his old-fashioned sense of what is right and what is wrong, beyond the
exigencies of the law itself, his physical courage, his ‘Luddite’ qualities,
his awkward relationships with his children and his ex-partners, his
loneliness, his love of dogs – well, he is a vivid presence throughout, a
thread that holds the narrative in place. Many of Atkinson’s novels feature
dogs – her first success, Behind The Scenes At The Museum, was set largely in a
pet store. Dogs pop up here and there, as they do in life, plodding through the
action, indifferent or confused, often inconvenient. Jackson himself has had a
dog in previous books in the series, and was once almost killed by a dog. Here,
he is looking after the phlegmatic Dido, Julia’s elderly Labrador, in a novel
which also features Brutus, Tommy’s scary-looking but actually very gentle dog,
and Lottie, the family dog whom Vince misses more than he does his ex-wife.
Atkinson
also creates a wonderful sense of place. The seaside resorts of the north east –
Scarborough, Whitby, Bridlington – are brought to life from their sordid
theatres and amusement arcades to their majestic hills and beaches. The novel
opens with the famous miniature sea battles enacted on the lake at Peasholme
Park in Scarborough, and mentions Whitby’s abbey and Robin Hood’s Bay and the
gypsum mines and the long coastal path, once a disused train line. For someone
like myself who knows the area well, I could taste the salt in the air.
What
can I say? I loved it.
***** [Highly recommended]
Unraveller by Frances
Hardinge
I am a big fan of Frances Hardinge. She writes superb
fantasy fiction, highly imaginative, beautifully written,
intelligently-plotted. If you like to be taken to new worlds, Hardinge is the
woman to guide you. Her stories are dazzlingly original, presenting us with imagined
places that are unlike anything else I’ve read, yet they are also, like all the
best fantasy, works which are at their core morality tales. They are mostly
aimed at a YA audience, as are many of the greatest fantasy novels, but they
are sophisticated enough to appeal to older readers.
This
one is about Kellen and Nettle, two teenagers who live in a world where curses
are real. Mysterious and sinister spiderlike creatures from The Wild, known as
The Little Brothers, give some people the power to curse others. Cursers cannot
be cursed themselves, and their curses can only be reversed by a skilled
unraveller like Kellen. Cursers cannot be cured, and can only be restrained by being
imprisoned in a literally ironclad jail, as iron dampens their powers. Nettle was cursed in the past, being
transformed into a heron by her evil stepmother, but was later de-cursed by
Kellen, and has been left with a strange connection to The Wild.
As
you can see, there is an element of the fairy tale about this story. However,
don’t let that put you off. Hardinge might weave such ideas through her plots
but the intricate details of the characters’ lives, the richness of the worlds
she creates, the naturalistic dialogue, the twists and turns of the plot, the
sheer brilliance of her set piece scenes and the effortless quality of her
ideas draw you in and raise her novels to the top level of fantasy fiction.
Winner of the Costa Prize for her novel The Lie Tree, this is not a
novelist whose imaginative powers are in any way fading. If you haven’t
discovered her yet, read this – she has a large back-catalogue of other equally
surprising and equally gripping novels to explore once you are hooked.
***** [highly recommended]
The Thursday Murder Club
by Richard Osman
I realise this
novel is now old news and Osman has since written several more. I bought it for
a friend when it first came out, and I read the first chapter at that time and quite
enjoyed the mildly witty style. Osman’s voice came through strongly and I
actually thought it was quite entertaining and I intended to read the rest at
some time.
However, the fact that I didn’t
get round to it until this year maybe suggests that I wasn’t as drawn in by the
narrative as I thought. Also, I joined Audible earlier this year and downloaded
Osman’s novel as my first, free, Audible book, so I listened to Leslie Manville
reading it, rather than reading it for myself. I thought I’d enjoy being read
to, and it was certainly quite a convenient way of keeping myself entertained
while doing the housework. However, I can’t say that I was ever completely
enthralled by the novel, and I’m not sure whether this was due to the novel
itself or to Leslie Manville’s narration.
There was an interview with Richard Osman at the end, I think by Marian
Keyes, which was a nice addition for fans.
Anyway, as a novel, it is firmly
in the genre of ‘cosy fiction’ – a bunch of elderly, affluent, middle-class
ex-professionals get together to solve a crime. There are red herrings, false
clues, unexpected detours, occasional insights into the central characters’
individual lives, unorthodox detective-ing, and a few implausible twists and
turns. The characters are a tad stereotypical but generally likeable. It is
mildly amusing, poignant in places, and I think I could have worked out
whodunnit relatively easily had I been paying full attention. However, one
thing I found with Audible is that my mind wanders in a way it rarely does when
I am reading to myself.
Overall, a pleasant
middle-of-the-road cosy detective novel which will pass a few hours pleasantly.
***
[will pass a few hours pleasantly and easily, without offering anything
more]
Magic Bitter, Magic
Sweet by Charlie Holmberg
Charlie N Holmberg
is an US author who has written numerous successful fantasy novels. I first
came across her when I read ‘The Paper Magician’ and several of its sequels,
about ten years ago. She is one of a large number of excellent young female
fantasy writers, and I would recommend her highly if you like this genre.
I listened to half this novel on
Audible but I found the American narrator unbearable after a while so I read
the last half myself on my kindle. Holmberg has an excellent imagination, original,
quirky and enjoyable. This novel is a stand-alone story about a young woman
with no memory of her past. Maire is a baker who can instil emotions into her
cakes. She can make cakes which make people feel loved, content, excited,
angry, whatever. Set entirely in a fantasy universe, the story follows Maire’s
adventures which are often very grim indeed, until she finally remembers her
true identity.
Weaving in fairy-tales such as
Hansel & Gretel and The Little Gingerbread Boy, and creating at least one particularly
creepy character, Holmberg writes beautifully, on the whole, creating a magical
atmosphere. I found the final chapters a little tedious, though they are
necessary to tie up the loose ends of the plot. I won’t recommend the Audible
version as I hated it, but the novel itself is definitely worth a read if you
like this sort of thing.
**** [recommended]
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