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Month: February 2020

Ruby – cover reveal!

Truly delighted to reveal Julia Lloyd’s exquisite cover design for Ruby, published by Titan Books on the 8th of September.

Ruby is the brand new title of the brand new edition of Stardust, previously published in 2013 by PS Publishing. The all-new Ruby has been revised and expanded to include a new story that will reveal new insights and information about the book’s mysterious title character.

Ruby Castle is a film actor, famous for her roles in horror cinema, made infamous for murdering her lover in a jealous rage. The stories in this book illuminate her life and times from different angles, forming a multifaceted portrait of an extraordinary woman.

It has been a joy to return to this manuscript, to spend time with Ruby again, to bring to the text a new incisiveness and clarity. Writing the extra story was the icing on the cake! In the years since Ruby first stepped into the spotlight, I feel I’ve come to understand her better, and I hope I’ve been able to reflect this in the revised text.

Julia’s cover art captures the drama and tragedy of Ruby’s story to an uncanny degree. I’m thrilled with it, and looking forward to introducing Ruby to a wider audience later in the year!

Folio Prize shortlist

Each time this shortlist gets announced, I find myself wondering why the Rathbones Folio Prize isn’t given more attention. Is it because the award was founded as a riposte to the Booker, or rather to the Booker’s sporadic tendency to succumb to popular pressure (and I’m sure we can all find examples) around which novels or which kind of novels should be considered? Is the Folio Prize’s unabashed pursuit of literary excellence seen as unfashionable or – and I can’t believe I’m using this word – elitist? Or is it something as banal as the prize organisers not being massively clued up on publicity? (Or not having a massive publicity budget?) Whatever it is, it’s a shame, because the Folio Prize has produced some of the most consistently interesting shortlists year on year.

The 2020 selection is better even than usual. Fiona Benson’s Vertigo and Ghost is a masterpiece. There can be no questioning that fact, no suggestion that the use of the word masterpiece is yet another instance of book world hype. Vertigo and Ghost will be being read in a hundred years’ time and hopefully long after. It’s won prizes already but it absolutely deserves this further accolade. Ben Lerner is so good it’s fashionable to hate him now. After having read the whole of the Adam Gordon trilogy virtually back-to-back towards the end of last year, I’ve been wondering whether Lerner will get the Booker nod, hoping of course that he will, preparing to feel unsurprised if he doesn’t. All the better then to see his third novel The Topeka School featuring here. (And yes of course the book can be criticised, but only at the level where you know you’re nitpicking. Lerner’s writing – his thought process – is so advanced that it doesn’t matter about the nitpicks, which I guess is what the Folio Prize is all about.)

How lovely to see Laura Cumming’s beautifully written investigative memoir On Chapel Sands recognised. Cumming’s art criticism is so consistently excellent and On Chapel Sands is a joy: understated, refined, powerful. It’s not had enough attention, in my view, and so my heart leaped when I saw it on the Folio shortlist. James Lasdun is another underappreciated writer. I read his memoir Give Me Everything You Have last year, and found it an uncomfortable book to read on many levels, yet once again the writing is so good, the approach so thoughtful and self-questioning, that it’s worth the discomfort, and shouldn’t all literature aim to be this self-exposing? I’m hoping Lasdun will find more readers as a result of this overdue recognition for a major prize.

I’ve not read Grand Union yet, but I did read two of Zadie Smith’s essay collections last year and found such joy in them. Smith is one of our most assured writers, no doubt about it, but – like Lasdun – she is also one of our most reflective and self-questioning. The piece in which Smith explores her decision to keep away from social media (because she believes it is essential that a writer retain the ‘freedom to be wrong’) should be read and at least considered by every writer. As with Lerner, Smith has to an extent reaped the anti-rewards of literary fame, which has meant a tailing-off of engaged interest in what she is actually writing. This shortlisting will hopefully encourage a generous measure of re-engagement.

Valeria Luiselli’s Lost Children Archive. What can I say, except that it was a source of sadness and frustration to me, to see this important, formally innovative, searching novel dropped from both the Booker and the Women’s Prize at longlist stage last year (the Women’s Prize decision especially had me grinding my teeth). This fact alone might place Luiselli as my favourite for winning the Folio but we shall see. I have only read part of Constellations so far but the form of the book, the quality of thought and writing, makes Sinead Gleeson’s shortlisting a no-brainer and I’ll make sure I absorb her book in full before the year is out. Similarly, the Folio shortlisting for Azadeh Moaveni’s Guest House for Young Widows has put it back on my radar. Given the often-appalling discourse around Muslim women, not to mention the appalling (and illegal) treatment of Shamima Begum (could our government please remember that Begum was a child when she left Britain??? What she must have been through since can scarcely be imagined by those who have taken the decision to leave her stateless – that’s if they even tried) I would consider Moaveni’s book essential reading for everyone, now.

The Folio Prize shortlist is diverse in every sense of the word. It is also profound, and thoughtful, and interesting. If there is one quality – literary excellence aside – that could be said to unite these eight books it is that of being ruminative, of inviting a personal response. This desire, this ability, this courage to look inward even as we look outward, to make the political personal, is an approach I would hope to see more of on every prize list and it is inspiring, and a source of solace, to see it here.

2020 Folio prize shortlist

Guest House for Young Widows by Azadeh Moaveni

The Topeka School by Ben Lerner

Vertigo & Ghost by Fiona Benson

Victory by James Lasdun

On Chapel Sands by Laura Cumming

Constellations by SinĂ©ad Gleeson

Lost Children Archive by Valeria Luiselli

Grand Union by Zadie Smith

Case Histories

I spent much of the month of January preparing a talk for our local literary and historical society on Golden Age detective fiction, more specifically on the work of Margery Allingham and Josephine Tey. These two writers – Tey especially – have often been sidelined in discussions of the ‘Queens of Crime’, yet it can be argued that their influence on modern crime fiction has been far reaching.

There was a lot of work involved in researching this topic but I loved every minute of it. The immersion in a particular area of literary history, a particular group of writers, is an activity I have always found to be profoundly energising and stimulating, both in terms of making new discoveries and in thinking about my own work. I read a lot of Golden Age stuff in my early twenties, not so much since, and so the vigour and innovation that characterises the best work of the period came as a revelation renewed. The genre has its unpalatable aspects, to be sure – the classism and anti-Scottish sentiment on display in Tey’s works, for example, the ridiculous levels of sexism in Anthony Berkley’s – but what is less often commented upon is the ingenuity and enthusiasm that flourished among the first wave of detective writers not simply in matters of plotting but in matters of language, character psychology and literary form.

I came to the end of my month of reading feeling I’d only scratched the surface, and my research will continue. Sarah Phelps’s cool and creepy new adaptation of Agatha Christie’s The Pale Horse came along just in time to feed my obsession, as did my discovery of the truly excellent Shedunnit podcast, hosted and written by Caroline Crampton. Focusing on the true crime stories that inspired many of the Golden Age narratives, Shedunnit is seriously addictive as well as beautifully compiled and presented – a real labour of love, which I recommend to you unreservedly.

Regular readers of this blog will know that I’m constantly on the lookout for more leftfield crime writing. This week, and in the service of that pursuit I finally made the acquaintance of Kate Atkinson’s semi-regular private detective Jackson Brodie. Case Histories is a wonderfully intricate, lovingly detailed novel that for all its sadness remains warm-hearted and very human. The seemingly effortless way Atkinson slips from tragedy to comedy and back again reveals a rare literary suppleness – she kept reminding me, weirdly, of George Eliot, and has a comparable social reach and breadth of field.

Her plotting is exquisite but it’s her willingness to go off on tangents that most earned my admiration and delight. Those details and backstories some might deem irrelevant form in Atkinson the beating heart of her story and I love her for it. I love her doubly, triply for never succumbing to melodrama or the desire to ‘ratchet up the tension’ that bedevils so many more generic crime novels. She writes detective fiction with heart, brain and soul, which is exactly as it should be. I’ll definitely be seeking out Brodie’s company again in the future.

And what a joy it’s been, to find myself immersed in books that weren’t published yesterday. I’m as addicted to new releases as anyone, but there’s a special kind of intimacy in reading works that no one else is particularly reading at this moment, a sense of discovery that can feel more invigorating that any prize list.

A good start to the reading year. This is how I hope to go on.

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