Hamnet – Maggie O’Farrell

It starts with an eleven-year-old boy, Hamnet, desperately seeking help for his twin sister, Judith, who has suddenly fallen ill with a fever. It is 1596 in Stratford-upon-Avon, and their father is away in London, their mother is tending her beehives across town, their elder sister and grandma are out; and their drunk of a grandfather refuses to be disturbed.

Cut to fifteen years earlier, and the father is a callow, though well-educated, youth giving lessons in Latin to two sons of a gentleman farmer. Neither tutor nor pupils are concentrating; the tutor is more interested in the person crossing the farmyard with a hawk on their wrist.

The two narratives play out, the earlier one building through courtship, pregnancy, marriage and family life to catch up with the later, culminating in a deathbed vigil. The aftermath provides a third, uninterrupted narrative going forward.

The writing is lyrical, moving when necessary. The familial relationships – husband/wife, mother/children, son/father, wife/mother-in-law, brother/sister – are portrayed through subtle but telling scenes, with words not said but meaning clear.

Part one, with the split narrative, is enjoyable reading, even the tension filled climax. Part two is more difficult due to the overwhelming sadness but remains compulsive.

Interestingly, no surnames are used, and the main man – tutor, husband, father of the twins – gets not even a first name. But we know who he is and, by the end of the book, possibly why he wrote a play called Hamlet.

Girls Who Lie – Eva Bjorg Aegisdottir

We are back in Akranes for book two of the Forbidden Iceland series, and Elma and Saevar have a new case, a new body, and a new mystery to clear up. The body has been found in a cave on a remote hillside and though it has been there a while, it is identified as Marianna Borsdottir, a woman who went missing some months previously.

The missing person investigation then was low key. The woman had mental health issues and a history of dropping off the radar for days at a time, even leaving her young daughter home alone on such occasions. That, and an ambiguous note scribbled on the back of an envelope, led police to favour suicide as the explanation. But now the body has turned up, and this was no suicide, it was murder.

Not exactly a cold case, then, more lukewarm, and Elma and Saevar must try to piece together Marianna’s last movements six months after the event. Who to talk to? Her daughter, Hekla, now a sulky teenager placed with foster parents? Those foster parents, Bergrun and Finnar, who first stepped in on one of Marianna’s earlier episodes and have since become a ‘support family’ for Hekla? The boyfriend, Solvi, who was scheduled to meet Marianna the day she disappeared? Work colleagues? Marianna was a bit of a loner and no-one knows anything, and progress is frustratingly slow.

As is Elma’s love life. Though she’s getting it on with the guy next door, that’s going nowhere. It’s Saevar who piques her interest, and he’s recently split up from his girlfriend - but is it wise to date a fellow officer?

It rocks along nicely. The narrative hook is whodunnit, and there are enough twists and turns, misdirection, and revelations to make it interesting to the end. Interspersed with the investigation are snippets from an un-named narrator that gives the reader insights unavailable to Elma (this seems a bit of a trademark device of Aegisdottir).

An atmospheric Icelandic noir with a personable lead and twisty plot, what’s not to like?

The Cuckoo’s Calling – Robert Galbraith

It was already a memorable day for twenty-five-year-old Robin Ellacott – her boyfriend Matthew proposed at midnight – but to top it off, she is sent by Temporary Solutions to a new assignment at what turns out to be her dream job working for a private detective. That private detective is Cormoran Strike whose day is a bad as Robin’s is good – assaulted and thrown out in the early hours by long term, on/off girlfriend Charlotte, and now saddled with a new temp on a contract he thought he’d cancelled and definitely can’t afford.

But things immediately look up. A client, no less, appears and is happy to spend big to ‘get justice’, to prove his sister, a famous model, dead three months following a fall from her balcony, did not jump but was pushed. Strike is doubtful; it was a high-profile death, and the police investigated thoroughly before concluding suicide. But the brother insists it was murder and has money to back his beliefs. So Strike takes the much-needed cash and gets to work.

The plot develops, expands, draws in a wide range of characters, leads one way then another, before concluding cleverly. In the process, Strike’s back story emerges – unconventional childhood, university dropout, a career in the military police cut short by injury and disfigurement, and of course the stormy relationship with the lovely, if unstable, Charlotte. As for Robin, she turns out to be a natural, not only efficient but resourceful, and within days more of an assistant than a secretary.

“Robert Galbraith” handles the convoluted plot and the large cast of characters with consummate skill (what else to expect from she who must not be named) making this a good page turner (all 550 of them). More Strike novels follow, and the two leads certainly seem to have the depth of character and potential to carry the story further.

Dubliners – James Joyce

Read, or rather completed, as it has been dipped in and out of for literally years, as part of the Book-et List reading journey.

Dipping in and out is no problem as Dubliners is a collection of character sketches set in the city. Each is well crafted but inconsequential, as the characters are everyday folk going about their everyday business or pleasure. The settings seem authentic and atmospheric but are probably appreciated better by those who know the city and its folk first hand, than by those looking in from over the water.

Will this taste of Joyce tempt me into one of his novels? I think it unlikely.

A Terrible Kindness – Jo Browning Wroe

In October 1966 the country is shocked by the Aberfan disaster. The Welsh village primary school is engulfed by a slag heap avalanche. Fatalities number over a hundred, mainly young children. Rescue workers pour in but there is a more macabre need too – undertakers, child size coffins, embalmers.

William Lavery answers the call. Newly qualified and not much over a decade older than some of the dead schoolchildren, he heads to Wales, does a job, does it well, but not without emotional cost.

And he’s not in the best shape, emotionally, anyway, revealed as the novel rewinds to his childhood and the early death of his undertaker father. His dad’s twin brother, uncle Robert, provides a substitute father figure going forward, but that is resented for many reasons by William’s mother, Evelyn. William must cope with this tug of love, compounded by the competing future career paths they represent – a place in the family funeral business or in music, as his exquisite singing voice has earned him a place as a chorister at a Cambridge college.

Despite, or because of, his emotional vulnerability he attracts strong friendships – Martin, a boy in the Cambridge choir, and Gloria, the daughter of the family with whom he lodges in London – but fails to capitalise on the goodwill. Bust-ups occur and he retreats into his profession, more comfortable with the dead than the living.

The novel goes forward from Aberfan, and we hope that William can get over it, and himself, to find happiness or at least inner peace.

The writing is fluent and to the point, following William throughout. The settings – Aberfan, Cambridge, London – are convincing and the characters are well drawn. The embalming scenes are informative without erring into the graphic.

The unusual context, and the clever twists and turns, ensure interest is maintained to the end.

 

In The Woods – Tana French

When a call comes into the Dublin Murder Squad that some archaeologists have found a body, detectives Ryan and Maddox are on hand to field the case. Against expectations, the body is not one long-dead they have unearthed, but one freshly laid out on the alter stone at the excavation site at Knocknaree. The victim is quickly identified as a young local girl, Katy Devlin.

So, no cold case this. But there is one, still unsolved, associated with Knocknaree where in 1984 three local children went into the adjacent wood and only one returned, bloodstained, traumatised, and amnesiac. The returnee was young Adam Robert Ryan, who subsequently moved to England, losing his Irish accent before coming back unrecognised to join the Dublin police as plain Rob Ryan. And now he finds himself on the new case, filled with opportunities to stir his reluctant memory into life.

His fellow detective, Cassie Maddox, is the only one who knows his past, but they are a tight platonic partnership, so she goes along with his unwise decision to continue on the case.

The pair work their systematic way through the police procedural, the routine enlivened by their banter and gallows humour. But progress is slow and unrewarding due to inconclusive forensics, alibis galore, multiple but weak motives, and unreliable witnesses. On top of that, Rob Ryan’s echoing past affects his judgement and leads to some bad decisions that threaten the case.

Will they find Katy’s killer? If they do will the case withstand Rob’s tainted approach? And can he, in the process, crack the twenty-year-old mystery of his friends’ disappearance and his own, guilt-ridden, survival?

Tana French keeps the pot simmering along for the best part of 600 pages, unfolding each thread with deft mastery of plot and character. There are more novels about the Dublin Murder Squad, and I wouldn’t rule out another dip in.

A Gentleman in Moscow – Amor Towles

The gentleman in question is Count Alexander Ilych Rostov, who in June 1922, aged thirty-three, is residing in suite 314 of the Hotel Metropol in Moscow.

Two things to note. First, though this is post-revolutionary Russia, the Hotel Metropol retains its luxuriant style due to its proximity to Red Square, the Bolshoi Theatre, and the Kremlin – after all, the comrades deserve some comfort, fine dining, and somewhere impressive to hold their interminable congresses. Second, though the Count’s title is redundant, he survives in this new proletariat world thanks to his historical support of the pre-revolutionary cause of reform.

But goodwill doesn’t last forever, and Rostov is called before a tribunal. He escapes with his life but at the cost of house arrest. He can return to the Metropol but never leave it; one step outside and he will be shot. And suite 314 is out of the question, it is a monastic cell in the attic from now on.

Rostov is, though, a gentleman, respected by the staff who continue to treat him with guest-like courtesy. He takes as his motto that a man must master his circumstances otherwise be mastered by them.

Those circumstances go on for over thirty years, during which time he: forges close friendships, then working relationships, with the Maître D’ and chef of the restaurant; has romantic liaisons with a leading actress in residence; befriends a precocious nine-year-old girl then, years later, assumes guardianship of her five-year-old daughter; agrees to assist a high-ranking party official to understand western culture; and befriends a American general, later diplomat, and supplies him with gossip on the party hierarchy.

The years pass surprisingly quickly - where is it going and how will it end are the hooks - though it takes the best part of 500 pages to arrive at a climax of sorts. Rostov, who carries the whole narrative, is a philosopher as well as a gentleman, and though he is confined to the hotel, the whole world enters its lobby, so it is never dull.