Book review: The Correspondent by Virginia Evans

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The Correspondent is an epistolary novel made up entirely of letters. Septuagenarian Sybil Van Antwerp has been a letter writer since she was a girl. She writes to her brother Felix, her friend Rosalie, the son of a former colleague, authors, newspapers, and an anonymous correspondent – those letter are never sent. Sybil lives alone, is prickly, outspoken, feisty, and obstinate and has just discovered she will gradually lose her sight.

But I think of life rather like a long road we walk in one direction. By and large a lonesome walk out in the wildness of hills and wind. Mountains. Snow. And sometimes there is someone to come along and walk with you for a stretch, and sometimes (this is what I’m getting to) sometimes you see in the distance some lights and it heartens you, the lone house or maybe a village and you come into the warmth of that stopover and go inside.

The reader learns about Sybil’s life through the letters written over ten years. She tells us about her legal career, her divorce, her children including the death of her son, and her two suitors. She has lived a full life with friendships, regrets, love, guilt, grief and forgiveness.

And yes, I will go into the year as you said: boldly, unapologetically, head up and not taking bullshit from anyone with a penis. You seem a worthy person to offer such advice.

Letters provide Sybil a way to connect with people that is within her comfort zone. The Correspondent is a beautifully crafted, character driven novel about finding connection and solace in literature. I read the story on recommendation from a friend – it took me a little while to get into it, but once captured I was totally absorbed.

I have found it to be absolutely astounding, all the trouble living has turned out to be. Things nobody ever warned me about. I wish someone would have thought to say to me, earlier on, ‘Sybil, over and over again serpents will emerge from the bottom of the sea and grab you by the feet.’ Of course I didn’t say anything of the sort to my own children, and I probably never would.

Book review: Perfection by Vincenzo Latronico

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Expat freelance digital creatives Anna and Tom live highly curated lives in Berlin. The novel describes in detail their tasteful, plant lined flat with Danish furniture and time spent at gallery openings, parties, cooking and experimental orgies in search of authentic experiences. They work from home in their flat as website graphic designers, filling their breaks with social media updates – so they spend most of their time online.

They lived in a country whose language they didn’t speak, in a job with unclear boundaries and no fixed hours or base, and which was, to a great extent, subject to the whims of their clients and social media contacts. The environment where they slept and worked, and which they themselves had chosen and shaped, was the one tangible manifestation of who they were. That apartment and those objects weren’t merely reflections of their personalities: they provided a foot­hold…

The couple spend 10 years in Berlin from the early 2010s and we follow them as their friends gradually move away, the city is gentrified, their youthful joy ebbs away and their lives begin to feel empty. Possibly because they are so focussed on their things and their image in the eyes of other expats that they fail to build real connections, not mixing at all with local people. Eventually they move to Lisbon, then Sicily, then back to Berlin in search for what is missing.

They flew, then drove. The sensation of winding their way through the Mediterranean hills with their bags piled up on the back seat immediately made them feel like they were on an adventure; but the landscape gradually lost its splendour the further they drove from the coast, until it looked like any old countryside, which was what it was.

Perfection is a tribute to Georges Perec’s Things: A Story of the Sixties set in Paris. How do we live when we become constrained by our own projection of an image of a perfect life? I was a little surprised that the story kept me engaged as not much actually happens. The reader is simply watching the couple’s years roll by through the disconnected gaze of the author. The search for perfection comes at the cost of authenticity. Read Perfection as a reality check on what is actually important in life.

Comedy review: SLAM MACHINE SQUARED

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The SLAM MACHINE crew are back at the Motley Bauhaus with their new sketch comedy show SLAM MACHINE SQUARED.

Entering pumpkins at dog shows, Michelin Chefs checking out restaurants, haunted houses, gender reveals, and a game show that spins a straight man. Sounds wacky doesn’t it? It is, and it’s an hour of pure fun. 

SLAM MACHINE SQUARED is a show by Sam McDonald, Gabby Angelone, Justin Casley, Lucy Grant, Matt Thompson, Niamh Schofield, Julian Consiglio, Brooke Painter, Tina Dunbar, Nat Vincent and Nancy Curtis. The sizeable crew bring big energy to every sketch in the small space at Motley Bauhaus and the audience were totally engaged. 

The characterisation (and the message) in the gender reveal sketch really stood out for me, but the whole team have great stage presence. The performers jump into every absurd premise with 100% dedication and the technical execution is sharp, with crisp transitions that keep the show moving at a cracking pace. They come across as having a lot of fun delivering the show.

SLAM MACHINE SQUARED is on until Saturday 19th September at the Motley Bauhaus. Tickets can be purchase on Eventfinda.

Book review: Stinkbug by Sinead Stubbins

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Satirical corporate gothic novel Stinkbug by Sinéad Stubbins is a foray into the lunacy of corporate culture. 

Edith had been a copywriter at Winked for seven years. It wasn’t a place where people’s job titles were things like ‘Studio Ninja’, but they did say things like that in the office, and only sometimes in an ironic way

The story revolves around Edith, a reliable and responsible copywriter at Winked. She goes on a three day corporate retreat with other selected colleagues to a place called Consequi, a remote mountain getaway. Winked is anticipating a restructure and Edith sees the retreat an an opportunity to demonstrate her ongoing value to the company.

It was hard not to think of the upcoming retreat as somehow being connected to a new sacrifice. There had been rumours about a restructure for months. Usually when Winked’s CEO came to the office, which wasn’t often, he would strut between desks booming, ‘How are we!’ to terrified juniors he didn’t know the names of, clapping them on the back. Now the CEO just rushed into meeting rooms with senior staff and mystery third parties—crucially, the rooms without glass walls. After the meetings, he would appear in the corridors massaging his head and then would be gone again.

Soon after arrival, participants phones are confiscated and they are subjected to an increasingly bizarre series of activities until workplace dynamics and collegiate camaraderie begin to disintegrate. Soon Edith becomes the pariah and must choose to embrace her otherness or conform. She chooses resistance. 

You’re a stinkbug and they’re worried if they come near you, your stench will get all over them and they won’t be able to wash it off.

Stinkbug is for anyone who appreciates the perversity of the office world and its tendency toward power games, toxicity and psychological warfare against those who don’t conform to the dominant cultural sereotype. 

Book review: I Would Meet You Anywhere by Susan Kiyo Ito

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I Would Meet You Anywhere by Susan Kiyo is a memoir about growing up as an adopted Japanese-American, and her quest to locate and develop a relationship with her birth mother. Susan’s adoptive parents were loving and generous people, but this did not prevent a deep struggle with identity. She grappled with a sense of not being enough. Her biracial roots meant she was neither fully American, nor fully Japanese. 

I was never supposed to tell this story. It is challenging to write, and publicly share, a story with holds a secret at its core. I have been that secret my whole life. 

Once found, the relationship with her birth mother, Yumi, was challenging due to the mother’s own struggles with shame. Yumi’s family initially knew nothing about the existence of another child, and Yumi wanted to keep Susan’s existence secret. It makes for an unsettling on-again, off-again relationship controlled by Yumi who frequently disappeared from Susan’s life, then emerged again as if nothing has happened. 

At so many points during the past forty years, I tried to complete this book. Thousands of pages clutter my computer hard drives and landfills. I was always paralyzed by fear that the actual telling of it would mean an end to my relationship with Yumi. I wrote. Then when I reread what I had written, I panicked and set it aside, at times for months or years. I slipped back into the guise of the good, silent adoptee. Then, the burning need to say “I exist” would overcome me, and once again, I’d turn to the manuscript.

While I Would Meet You Anywhere is an intimate and raw exploration of the emotional challenges of growing up as a biracial adoptee and trying to navigate a relationship with a charismatic and frustrating birth parent, the story is also infused with humour. I Would Meet You Anywhere did leave me feeling sad for Susan who’s simple desire to be truly seen and known by her birth mother could never be fully met by Yumi who guarded her privacy fiercely. I found Yumi frustrating due to her inability to open herself to Susan. She was always holding back, unable to resolve her own inner conflicts. A beautifully written and moving story about identity, belonging, adoption, family and generational trauma.

Book review: The Mushroom Tapes by Helen Garner, Chloe Hooper and Sarah Krasnostein

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I read The Mushroom Tapes by Helen Garner, Chloe Hooper and Sarah Krasnostein due to the stellar lineup of authors, and I was not disappointed. I don’t read a lot of true crime and didn’t closely follow the case of Erin Patterson at the time it took place, so only had a peripheral knowledge of it. Patterson was facing three murder charges – the deaths of three family members by poisoned mushrooms in beef wellington. It was a case of life being stranger than fiction. The trial ran for eleven weeks. 

Basically what we’re doing is bearing witness… We’re bearing witness to a rent in the social fabric and how the law is going to deal with it.

The Mushroom Tapes is primarily a series of transcripts from conversations between the three authors driving to and from the courthouse, in coffee shops, or at their hotel. Each writer reflects on the trial, the people involved in, and spectators of the proceedings. They also contemplate what motivates a woman to kill, whether Patterson did it, and question their own motivations for being there as they grapple with the ethics of it.

I’m thinking about the room we’re about to walk into. The sorrow it contains. Medea is an interesting comparison because, like this, it’s a horror story.

The book provides a different perspective to that shown through a media lens. It is their presence in the courtroom as ordinary observers of all those around them, and their observations of the mood up close. For me it was also an interesting insight into the minds of the three women writers and their relationships to one another.  

Sometimes, as a writer, there’s a detail that you don’t know how to deal with … But if you can look at it the right way, it’s a portal into something deeper and bigger.

The Mushroom Tapes is a dialogue driven collaborative work of non-fiction for lovers of true crime and fans of the authors who penned the book (I am writing this while eating mushroom filo…eek!).

Book review: Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro

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In Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro, Kathy, now 31, is reflecting on her experience as a student at an English boarding school called Hailsham. I’ve heard very few good stories from friends who attended boarding schools, but Ishiguro takes the experience to a whole new level.

I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart. That’s how it is with us. It’s a shame, Kath, because we’ve loved each other all our lives. But in the end, we can’t stay together forever.

In this dystopian story, Hailsham was established to indoctrinate its students to prepare them for their pre-ordained destiny – as clones for organ harvesting (think Dolly the sheep). Kathy has spent most of her adulthood caring for her peers who have become donors. Their unsettling reality slowly dawns on the reader via Ishiguro’s trickle of details as Kathy recalls her past. 

We took away your art because we thought it would reveal your souls. Or to put it more finely, we did it to prove you had souls at all.

The existence of the Hilsham students is the ultimate form of ‘othering’. They are bred to be sacrificed to extend the lives of the dominant class. The body parts of the Hilsham students will treat life limiting illnesses of the rest of the community – until they expire from losing too much of themselves. The normalisation of this practice is extremely disturbing. The Halisham youth, can, in many ways lead normal lives including having jobs and relationships, but there is a question about whether ordinary life if for all intents and purposes meaningless for them given their destiny, including a short life, is preordained.

We all complete. Maybe none of us really understand what we’ve lived through, or feel we’ve had enough time.

Never Let Me Go is a meditation on life and death, what it means to be human, the shaping of destiny, friendship, the role of art in life and the importance of ethics in science. 

Book review: I See You’ve Called in Dead by John Kenney

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I found I See You’ve Called in Dead by John Kenney hilarious in a laugh out loud way.

One advantage for the dead is that they never have to read your writing.

Bud is a middle aged obituary writer, struggling in the wake of a failed relationship and lack of purpose. On top of all that his recent performance review highlighted a long list of failures – including significant errors in his published work. In one obituary he incorrectly wrote that an 80 year old woman had died by throwing herself off a bridge. What would her grandchildren make of that, his boss asks.

Are we ever fully honest with someone else? I don’t mean to suggest outright lies, but do we really express those quieter, deeper feelings? Those amorphous, hazy things, core things that even we struggle to admit to ourselves. Do we share everything?

Drunk and feeling sorry for himself one night, Bud writes his own obituary and accidentally publishes it to the web. When his company discovers the issue they want to fire him. A legal glitch prevents them – they cannot fire a dead person.

What would you write if you had to write your obituary? Today, right now. What comes to mind? What memories, days, moments? What people and experiences? I realize, at first glance, that the idea of writing one’s own obituary while still alive may sound morbid. It’s not, though. I promise you. It’s a needed reminder of who you are, of what truly matters. Because it’s your life and there’s still time to write it. Before I have to.

While the company tries to sort out Bud’s work situation so they can fire him, they suspend him from work. Bud starts going to the funerals of strangers in a bid to seek meaning in his own life. 

Life prevails. How strange and wondrous. In the midst of death, life prevails, calls to us, begs us, says, Come, please, don’t you dare waste this precious gift.

I See You’ve Called in Dead is a wacky character driven, satirical tale about life, death and purpose.

We do not know where death awaits us: so let us wait for it everywhere. To practice death is to practice freedom.

Book review: The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood

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Booker prize winner, The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood, has a layered and complex narrative. 

The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read. Not by any other person, and not even by yourself at some later date. Otherwise you begin excusing yourself. You must see the writing as emerging like a long scroll of ink from the index finger of your right hand; you must see your left hand erasing it.

An old woman called Iris Griffen reflects on her own life, and her sister Laura’s suicide. The sisters came from a wealthy family, with Iris married off to her father’s business rival in order to rescue the family fortunes after a series of incidents threaten to send him broke. Iris is determined to document her story before she dies, with the hope of it facilitating a reconciliation with her estranged granddaughter Sabrina. 

This is how the girl who couldn’t speak and the man who couldn’t see fell in love.

Iris’s telling of her life is interspersed with chapters from her sister’s novel, The Blind Assassin, published after she drove off a bridge to her death. The book made her posthumously famous, giving her a cult like status. The Blind Assassin is about two anonymous lovers having a secret affair. 

Should is a futile word. It’s about what didn’t happen. It belongs in a parallel universe. It belongs in another dimension of space.

A third narrative is introduced by the anonymous man telling lover a science fiction story about a blind assassin and a sacrificial virgin who fall in love against the odds. A fourth narrative exists in newspaper and magazine stories from the 1930s and ‘40s.

The best way of keeping a secret is to pretend there isn’t one.

The pieces of the disparate narratives are masterfully bought together in the final pages. The Blind Assassin is a bleak but beautiful tale about lies, coverups, gender, class, family tragedies and the unreliability of memory. 

If you knew what was going to happen, if you knew everything that was going to happen next—if you knew in advance the consequences of your own actions—you’d be doomed. You’d be ruined as God. You’d be a stone. You’d never eat or drink or laugh or get out of bed in the morning. You’d never love anyone, ever again. You’d never dare to.

Book review: Platform Decay by Martha Wells

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Platform Decay by Martha Wells is #8 in The Murderbot Diaries series. The latest instalment was published in May this year. I’m a big fan of this series and you can find reviews about other books on this blog. The protagonist is a Security Robot, or SecUnit, who has managed to hack his own governor module, giving him control over his own actions. As a result he goes on a journey of self actuation. Perfect in this age of AI!

There was nothing I could do about it now, so I watched episode 487 of Sanctuary Moon and tried to pretend none of this was happening.

Over the course of the series, Murderbot has been on an emotional maturing journey – from being horrified by humans and socially anxious (All Systems Red), running away from any mention of emotions (Network Effect) to PTSD (Systems Collapse). In Platform Decay, Murderbot has installed a repaired risk assessment module and a mental health module that provides regular emotion checks. 

Emotion check: If we ran into any human murderers they had better be heavily armed, because I am in a bad fucking mood.

Murderbot is on a rescue mission with another SecUnit named Three to extract Dr. Mensah’s family, including children – ick. Things go a bit pear shaped and becomes way more complicated when a dying enemy asks SecUnit to save their five person crew as well.

Yes, getting one group of humans out and then going back for another go would be exponentially more risky for me and the chances that I would (a) fail, and (b) get dismantled and my parts redistributed in a corporate factory with my organic tissues melted and thrown away like so much garbage were high. (I didn’t want to look at those numbers but the pings from risk assessment were increasingly urgent.) (You know, I think I liked risk assessment better before I tried to fix it, when I knew for sure it was full of shit.)

Murderbot’s internal monologues and external quirks are as dry, hilarious and endearing as ever, and there is plenty of hi jinx and action. Platform Decay is a fun, fast paced novella.

Emotion check: Having someone else support your bad decision feels kind of good.

If you are interested in becoming acquainted with Murderbot I recommend you start with book #1 All Systems Red as you will probably get hooked.