Altariel's Booklog

Kevin Macdonald, Emeric Pressburger: The Life and Death of a Screenwriter

Fri, 26 Jun 2009 13:09:03 GMT

Kevin Macdonald, Emeric Pressburger: The Life and Death of a Screenwriter

With Michael Powell, Emeric Pressburger made some of the most imaginative films of the 1940s: Black Narcissus, The Red Shoes, A Matter of Life and Death, etc. Powell was the personality, the self-promoter; Pressburger more reserved, his part in the collaboration more easily overlooked, especially when auteurism was at its height in film studies.

This lovely book is written by Pressburger's grandson (also an Oscar-winner). So it's not only an informative biography (and short history of European film), it's also suffused with deep love, written into every line.

Pressburger had an astonishing life: a Hungarian Jew, he moved to Germany in the 1920s, living as a down and out before getting a foot in the door at Ufa. The Nazis forced him out; he worked for a while in Paris before moving to London in the mid-30s. This was intended to be only a brief stay before he went on to Hollywood. But then he met Micky Powell...

Readable and engrossing.

Kiran Desai, The Inheritance of Loss

Wed, 08 Apr 2009 10:58:08 GMT

Kiran Desai, The Inheritance of Loss

I remember this one being reviewed as a book that genuinely deserved its Booker prize - you know, rather than the hyped-up tripe that can so often get it. Sadly, no. The dreamy and descriptive style, very arch and whimsical, never alters or gathers pace over the 300+ pages, and what was, at the start, absorbing, is ultimately dreary. It's as if Desai is holding at arm's length the genuine issues with which the book is concerned (the paralyzing effects of colonialism, the new griefs of globalization). But it has a distancing effect and, in the end, the only character that I truly cared about was the old man's dog. It's possible that this was the writer manipulating me (the same way that you're forced to hold your hands up and admit you care more about the poor wee kitten than the nasty junkie in Trainspotting), but I don't think there was enough writerly craft going on, so I'm simply forced to admit that I'm a bad person.

Sarah Hall, The Carhullan Army

Tue, 07 Apr 2009 18:56:20 GMT

Sarah Hall, The Carhullan Army

A book about a separatist women's army taking on the dystopian government of a post-apocalyptic Britain was always going to be a winner with me, although it became sketchier and sketchier as it went along, to the extent that the only way I can convince myself that some of the episodes happened in the way described is to assume that the narrator is unreliable. I think Sister is lying about the abandonment of Carhullan, and the purpose of Jackie's suicide mission is to deflect the Authority's attention from the place, making them think it is no longer there.

Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveller's Wife

Mon, 30 Mar 2009 19:36:13 GMT

Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveller's Wife

What a well-constructed, well-executed, vapid, and self-congratulatory book this is! Street directions lifted from Google Maps stand in for the evocation of place, compulsive lists - authors, bands, sushi - stand in for characterization. American Psycho does this, but it is a sign of Patrick Bateman's sickness. Here is one particular offence:

"I peruse Henry's bookshelves. Here is the Henry I know. Donne's Elegies and Songs and Sonnets. Doctor Faustus by Christopher Marlowe. Immanuel Kant. Barthes, Foucault, Derrida. Blake's Songs of Innocence and Experience. Winnie the Pooh. The Annotated Alice. Heidegger. Rilke. Tristram Shandy. Wisconsin Death Trip. Aristotle. Bishop Berkeley. Andrew Marvell. Hypothermia, Frostbite, and Other Cold Injuries."

But tell me - are the spines bent? Unbent? Are they all in the same edition? Are they shelved with care, alphabetically, by height, by width, by weight? Who is this Henry that you know? Who cares. The branding is all that matters.

The absolute nadir of this book is when time-travelling thirty-something hipster Henry sees a couple of teenage baby-punks at a family gathering. Over he bounds, and dictates to them a list of necessary bands. Inexplicably, they do not say, "Fuck off grandpa." Instead, they are awed and dutifully scribble down the canon. Truly, as they used to say in Smash Hits, it is like punk never happened.

Kate Grenville, The Secret River

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 20:17:31 GMT

Kate Grenville, The Secret River

I'd read Kate Grenville's The Idea of Perfection a while back, and hadn't liked it much. This is in another league. It's the story of William Thornhill, an impoverished Londoner transported with wife and child to Australia in the early nineteenth-century, and the clash of civilizations that follows as he attempts to claim a piece of land for his own. It's very well-written - occasional lapses into a modern sensibility - and one or two very effective set-pieces. The image of the child's starfish palm will really stick in my mind.

Malorie Blackman, Noughts and Crosses, Knife Edge, Checkmate

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 20:16:58 GMT

Malorie Blackman, Noughts and Crosses, Knife Edge, Checkmate

Trilogy of children's novels which posits a society in which Noughts (all white) are second-class citizens to Crosses (all black). The narrative concerns the relationship between a Nought boy, Callum, and a Cross girl, Sephy. It's a very good idea - unfortunately it's not a well-executed idea. Flimsy, cardboard characters, OTT action. I remember a series of novels that I read when I was pretty young (certainly younger than YA, which I think they were aimed at), about a cross-religion relationship in Northern Ireland, concerning two characters called Kevin and Sadie, and I recall them being a great deal better.

Susanna Clarke, The Ladies of Grace Adieu

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 20:12:51 GMT

Susanna Clarke, The Ladies of Grace Adieu

I thought the Strange and Norrell universe would suit a short story anthology, and mostly it does. Several of the stories rectify the absence of women in the novel; the title story in particular does this extremely well, and was my favourite in the book, followed by 'On Lickerish Hill', which had two more lovely female characters, two sisters (and a very sweet parson as well, husband to one of the sisters). I was for some reason left unsatisfied by the longest story, 'Mr Simonelli or the Fairy Widower', and at 50 pages, that was a big hole of dissatisfaction. But the book is a delight to read: a beautifully produced hardback and with lovely illustrations.

Lois Lowry, Anastasia Krupnik, A Summer to Die

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 20:06:35 GMT

Lois Lowry, Anastasia Krupnik, A Summer To Die

Anastasia Krupnik was enormous fun, what the Bagthorpes would be like if written by Gemma-era Noel Streatfeild. A Summer to Die is a book about coming to terms with bereavement (here, the death of a sister). Not as visceral as Bridge to Terebithia, but with more gentle comfort. Thank you, merrymaia.

Katherine V. Forrest, Daughters of a Coral Dawn

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 20:05:48 GMT

Katherine V. Forrest, Daughters of a Coral Dawn

Non-gratuitous space lesbians!

Peter O'Donnell, Modesty Blaise

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 20:04:41 GMT

Peter O'Donnell, Modesty Blaise

Oh, yes, very cool! The partnership in particular, like Callan and Lonely only functional and not predicated upon violence. I must find the film.

William D. Gill, Confidence

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 18:41:50 GMT

William D. Gill, Confidence

Leaf short story that reminded me of John Irving, but in a good way.

John Sutherland, How to Read a Novel

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 18:03:16 GMT

John Sutherland, How to Read a Novel

I think this had content, but it was slight enough to pass me by as I was reading it.

Tove Jansson, A Winter Book, Moomin Book One

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 16:19:15 GMT

Tove Jansson, A Winter Book, Moomin

Apparently this collection of some of Jansson's short stories has had poor reviews in the press. So I really am glad I don't read newspapers any more. Not as wow-stunning as The Summer Book, but full of little jewels of observation and wit.

Moomin Book One collects together the first four comic strips that Jansson did for the London Evening News in the 1950s. Stupid bureaucrats are brought down by the gently inevitable forces of anarchism. Go and buy it so they'll definitely do the rest, it's fantastic.

Kerry Greenwood, Cocaine Blues, Flying Too High

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 16:11:11 GMT

Kerry Greenwood, Cocaine Blues, Flying Too High

Phryne joy. They got passed around all of us during the Christmas holiday.

Ethel Wilson, Hetty Dorval

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 16:10:01 GMT

Ethel Wilson, Hetty Dorval

Persephone novella about the damage that can be done by the kind of personality that does not grasp or care about the damage they are doing.

Stephen King, The Gunslingers, The Drawing of the Three, The Waste Lands

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 16:05:05 GMT

Stephen King, The Gunslinger, The Drawing of the Three, The Waste Lands

I read these six or seven years ago and was left with absolutely no memory of them whatsoever, more so than usual. I didn't want to reread them until they were all published, and now that time has come, and now I've been through my Eliot obsession, and this time round they kept my mind cheerfully ticking over during a busy December, and I'm keen to lay hands on the rest. Aeroplane reading, I think.

Still not The Stand, though.

Cicely Hamilton, Lest Ye Die, Full Stop

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 16:01:24 GMT

Cicely Hamilton, Lest Ye Die, Full Stop

Courtesy of oursin, two other novels by the author of William: An Englishman (Persephone's first reprint). Lest Ye Die is a post-apocalyptic novel (I knew it by the title Theodore Savage, and is tough going and extremely pessimistic about the resilience of humanity. (The title comes from: "Do not eat of the fruit of the tree... lest ye die": haven't checked that quote, you know what I mean.) Full Stop follows the last days of a politician who, on the verge of slithering himself into the position of Prime Minister, discovers he has an incurable illness.

Gwendoline Courtney, The Chiltons

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 15:59:39 GMT

Gwendoline Courtney, The Chiltons

Gentle family story in which large family take in orphan and promptly find her a home of her own. Awww.

Clare Mallory, Juliet Overseas

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 15:58:29 GMT

Clare Mallory, Juliet Overseas

Resourceful and sensible ~~Blake~~ Juliet leaves New Zealand to go to an English boarding school, whereupon she embarks upon a glorious affair with sardonic House Captain ~~Avon~~ Cara. Easily my favourite Clare Mallory book.

Rosemary Sutcliff, Sword At Sunset

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 15:57:40 GMT

Rosemary Sutcliff, Sword At Sunset

Hugely absorbing retelling of the Arthur story, in which Arthur is a Romano-British prince fighting off the Saxon invasion. Really well done. Finishes up the story of Aquila from The Lantern-Bearers, another of my literary crushes.

Philip Roth, The Plot Against America

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 15:55:45 GMT

Philip Roth, The Plot Against America

I blogged about this before but, to say it again here, while it's extremely impressively executed, I was left thinking, "Well, what was the point?" Roosevelt loses the Presidential election to pro-Nazi Charles Lindbergh, whereupon America enters a period of isolationism and anti-Semitism. But the narrative logic of the AU (or, rather, one narrative logic of the AU) demands that the set-up is reversed. Roosevelt is ultimately returned to power, and the US to its course. But it sits uneasily with the story narrative: either these things (violent riots, for example) happened - in which case I don't believe the US could be restored to its previous course, or else the whole conceit needs working out to the present day. Priest's The Separation is a much more successful version of this.

Ellis Peters, One Corpse Too Many

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 12:22:07 GMT

Ellis Peters, One Corpse Too Many

Absolutely no memory of what happened. But know I was perfectly happy and absorbed for the entire two or three hours I spent reading it.

Georgette Heyer, Frederica

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 12:20:23 GMT

Georgette Heyer, Frederica

Aieee! A Heyer I didn't enjoy! I'll be generous and think perhaps it's because it wasn't in one of the editions I'm used to reading, and the font size was too small, and the comfort of the familiar is an important part of Heyer-reading. Maybe I'll try it again in a 'proper' edition.

Dorothy L Sayers, Gaudy Night

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 12:17:39 GMT

Dorothy L Sayers, Gaudy Night

I caught repeats of the Edward Petherbridge-Harriet Walter series, and it really stood out this time how little that adaptation of Gaudy Night made sense (even in the performances are so first-class). So I reread, and they must have taken out about two-thirds of the plot. To the extent that it's practically incomprehensible. Weird.

Kate Atkinson, One Good Turn

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 12:14:27 GMT

Kate Atkinson, One Good Turn

The long-awaited return of Jackson Brodie, cop turned P.I. and my latest literary crush, and I was ever so anxious about it, because Case Histories was so fantastic that it would have been awful if this was, well, awful. The start was a bit of a worry - the author is clearly as smitten with her hero as the readership is - and while I was enjoying it hugely it did feel a bit self-indulgent. And then all of a sudden - wallop. A single line of dialogue that pulled the whole thing up another level, and from then on I thought it was terrific. It did all the stuff about east European immigration that A Short History of Tractors in Ukrainian was trying to do, only with the complete opposite of the nasty, Daily Mail-ishness that Short History had. And there's going to be a third one, with Jackson in Paris. Am so happy.