We’re back “home” again after a couple of days away visiting our “future home”, so much still to organise and so much stuff still to sort. But still time to read, if not to write much about the books I’ve recently finished or have started to read.
Early last week I finished reading Death of a Chief by Douglas Watts and have drafted a post for the Crime Fiction Alphabet letter “D”. For once my current reading is in time for this meme and I should be able to finish the post during this week.
Over the last few days I’ve finished Agatha Christie’s A Pocketful of Rye, which I’ll be writing about for the Agatha Christie Reading Challenge and Blog Carnival. This one is a Miss Marple mystery in which she plays a minor role, albeit an influential one, based on the nursery rhyme “Sing a Song of Sixpence”. It reminded me of Heston Blumenthal’s Medieval Feast on channel 4 some time ago, when for the main course he made a pigeon pie (it’s illegal to cook blackbirds).
The day before yesterday I finished reading Diana Athill’s extraordinary book Somewhere Towards the End, which won the Costa Biography Award in 2008. Athill is a writer who had registered in my mind sometime ago, but I’d never read anything by her until this book. My copy of newbooks magazine arrived recently featuring an interview with her which drew my interest and then quite by chance when I went to the library to return some books, this one practically jumped off the shelves. I shall have to write a proper post about this book, which is the best book I’ve read this month, so far.
I have now restarted Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel, but didn’t take it away with me as it’s far too big and heavy. I’m using this bookmark (which I made some years ago) whilst reading it as it seems so appropriate.
I’ve read some of that this morning and was surprised by this coincidence – on the back cover is a quote from Diana Athill, no less. She says of Wolf Hall:
A stunning book. It breaks free of what a novel has become nowadays. I can’t think of anything since Middlemarch which so convincingly builds a world.
This quote is even more compelling because Athill reveals in her memoir that she has “gone off novels” and to compare Wolf Hall with Middlemarch means it must be good because she recalled that approaching the end of her first reading of Middlemarch she thought:
Oh no – I’m going to leave this world, and I don’t want to.
I don’t think you can have much higher praise than that.


And there in those two quotes is the nub of this book. Who is the good guy? As Fox, yet another divorced cop with a drink problem, his father in a care home and his sister, Jude, in an abusive relationship, is drawn into an increasingly complex and puzzling investigation he has to work out just who the bad guys are. He is asked to investigate DS Jamie Breck, a likeable young cop who is allegedly involved in a paedophile site run by an Aussie cop in Melbourne. Then Jude’s partner, Vince is murdered and Breck is the investigating officer. As Fox gets to know him it become increasingly difficult for him to know just who he can trust.



