To further spread our love of books, The Pear Bookclub has struck a unique partnership with Dymocks Glenelg. Dymocks are donating a number of new and reader’s copy books in support of The Pear’s neighbourhood program, in return for which our Bookclub coordinator Liz writes book reviews. The reader’s copies will be available in our Pear Bookshare street library, and the new books will be up for raffle each month!
‘The Day the Lies Began’ by Kylie Kaden (2019)
This book has been described, I suspect by Kaden herself, as her “launch into the domestic noir – thriller market,” which is somewhat of a tautology really as domestic noir is supposed to be about crime and be a thriller, but let’s not quibble at this early stage.
The blurb describes it as “Two couples, four ironclad friendships, the perfect coastal holiday town…..” Well! Ironclad friendships? We have Abbi and Hannah, best friends, Will, Abbi’s husband, the local doctor, who is a big man, and Blake, the local cop, on again off again partner of Hannah.
To describe Abbi and Hannah’s friendship as “ironclad” is definitely a step too far. It might be fairer to say that it is toxic to say the least; they hate each other, are jealous of each other and each, in her own way, wants what the other has. And Blake (did I mention that he is big…and has big thighs?) and Will don’t seem to like each other much either.
The setting is the fictitious Lago Point, in North Queensland, home to turtle hatching for tourists and a moon festival for the locals, which is celebrated in a big way. The idyllic country town bit is questionable, but that could be a result of the fact that there is not much description of it in the book. Abbi and Will’s (he has a hairy back, as well as big feet) house seems to be quite nice and fitting for the local doctor and Blake has a four bedroom number with a butler’s pantry, all waiting for the love of his life to move in and create a family.
But back to the Moon Festival, which is where, in flashbacks, all the action takes place. Eadie, Abbi and Will’s daughter goes missing. We are introduced to Molly a lovely 17 year old girl, apparently with a heart of gold and who is the much younger sister of Hannah. By the end of the evening Eadie has been found, but there is a big secret that only Abbi and Blake are privy to. Oh, did I forget to tell you that Abbi and Blake are foster brother and sister and have a VERY close relationship?
And when I say “only” Abbi and Blake I mean that. The reader has no idea either, except that it is a BIG secret and one which must remain so at all costs. So it remains, and remains a bit more and a bit more until we are halfway through the book, by which time it all seems just a little bit irrelevant. However, plough on and the big reveal occurs; or does it? Who does the body part belong to and was it murder or suicide? Hannah doesn’t trust Blake and Abbi, but Will kind of, sort of discovers the truth, except that he has his own truth to tell. Oh, this is all so exhausting.
Kaden’s style contains a myriad of extended similes and metaphors, one of the more choice ones being; “Hannah’s eyes flailed around like an old woman at the markets whose cart had overturned, bok choy scattering on the footpath, onions rolling in the gutter like she was looking for her courage,” And I defy you to beat that one. The narration is full of discrepancies and I found myself, several times, going back and thinking, that’s not how it was before. An example of this is that Will is 6’3” and Blake, who hadn’t been described as being very short, was suddenly “a foot shorter”. However by the end of the novel the truth; I mean the real sort of half truth, is out and all the little ends are neatly plaited together. You could possibly say that they all lived happily ever after, but somehow I doubt it.
My main issue with this book is that there is one very serious issue, which is, in fact, the cause of all the problems, but which is almost skirted over. While mentioned constantly, it is not properly dealt with and I hope that other readers would be as shocked about this as I was. Apart from this, none of the characters is particularly likeable and, apart from the aforementioned serious core of the narrative, the reader is tempted to say oh just stop posturing and lying, but that would then negate the title wouldn’t it?
The copy that I read was marked as an “uncorrected proof” which perhaps goes some way to explaining why the moon cakes, served at the moon festival, were described as “Middle Eastern desserts”. I’m sure that someone’s long dead, Chinese great aunt is currently turning over in her grave. In addition to this, one of the characters wears “nickers” and another feels “threated” by someone.
Read this if you like the idea of watching turtle hatchlings and seeing “big” men described as “gentle giants.
We acknowledge, with gratitude, the donation of this book to The Pear, by Dymocks, Glenelg. It is available for purchase from them. As this is a readers’ copy, it will go into the Little Library after being on display.
‘Normal People’ by Sally Rooney
Sally Rooney is Irish and 28 years old. She is the highly acclaimed writer of two novels, Conversations with Friends, published in 2018 and Normal People, published in 2019. “Conversations” won her the Sunday Times Writer of the Year award, while “People” was long listed for the Booker Prize. She has been hailed as the voice of her generation and “Salinger for the snapchat generation, so what is the response from this somewhat aging reviewer?
When I first started reading Normal People, my immediate response was that this is Young Adult fiction and in one sense I was correct; this is a love story, of a kind and the protagonists, at the beginning of the book, are teenagers in their last year of school. But this novel goes way beyond the constraints of this genre.
Marianne and Connell, both of whom are academically very smart, live in a small town in County Sligo in the west of Ireland. She comes from a wealthy family, while Connell is poor and Lorraine, his mother, cleans for Marianne’s family. So far, so Romeo and Juliet, or a twenty first century Jane Austen or George Eliot, but Marianne and Connell don’t fall in love. They begin a sexual relationship, but it is covert because Connell is one of the most popular boys in the school and Marianne is a social isolate. Clearly this relationship, if made public, wouldn’t be good for Connell’s image.
Fast forward to the end of the year and both Connell and Marianne have been accepted into Dublin University; him to read English and, for her, politics. In Dublin the tables are turned. Marianne finds her niche among the rich, while Connell struggles to find his place. The power dynamics have changed and Connell finds himself on the edge of Marianne’s circle as a “rich adjacent” who gathers the crumbs left behind.
The story follows them over the next three years at university, where they come together and drift apart. They have relationships with other people, but never completely sever their connection.
I found this book fascinating and one which has stayed with me since I finished reading it. It’s a love story that, according to the protagonists, isn’t about love. It’s a story about wealth and power and social status and the divide between all of these. We see this particularly in their differing approaches to applying for full scholarships, which would pay all their expenses at university for the next five years. For Marianne it would be “a self esteem boost, a happy confirmation of what she has always believed about herself: that she’s special”, while for Connell it is “a giant material fact….he can do a postgraduate program for free……and never think about rent again until he finishes college.”
There are a lot of other characters in the book and some of them have a profound effect on the two of them, but ultimately all of these people are peripheral. The book is about deep connection and the internal landscapes of Marianne and Connell. “When he talks to Marianne he has a sense of total privacy between them…..Being alone with her is like opening a door away from normal life then closing it behind him.”
The novel asks the question; what is normal? Connell has a deep need to be normal, whatever that means, while Marianne is damaged and definitely not normal. He cares desperately about what other people think of him, while she cares only about what he thinks.
Ultimately this is a novel which, despite its dark aspects, is one of infinite tenderness and gentleness. Rooney’s prose is simple and lucid, with no authorial viewpoint. She simply observes her characters and travels with them so that, as readers, we have to make up our own minds about them. We ask ourselves whether Marianne and Connell should be together or whether their relationship is destructive, but, in an interview, Rooney said that “they never occurred to me without each other.”
After years of reading young adult fiction, as a High School English teacher, I didn’t expect to like this book very much. I loved it and highly recommend that you put aside any prejudices you might have and give it a try.
We acknowledge, with gratitude, the donation of this book to The Pear, by Dymocks, Glenelg. It is available for purchase from them and as it is a reader’s copy, it will soon be available in The Pear Bookshare Little Street Library.
‘Ayesha at Last’ by Uzma Jalaluddin
“Because while it is a truth universally acknowledged that a single Muslim man must be in want of a wife, there’s an even greater truth: To his Indian mother, his own inclinations are of secondary importance.” So ends Chapter one of this novel, setting it firmly in Jane Austen territory and Khalid, the “hero” of the story could certainly be described, in some
ways, as a modern, Muslim Mr. Darcy. This, however, gradually becomes a soupy mixture of metaphors, with the rest of the book giving more than a nod to Shakespeare’s plays, with the end result being a mishmash of Muslim, Indian and Afghani characters embroiled in a melodrama, with a light seasoning of Bollywood thrown in.
So what is this novel about? It is a romantic comedy, set in Canada, with the
abovementioned crop of characters, and centres around Ayesha, a strong young Muslim Indian woman, still single at twenty seven and Khalid, who believes, at the start of the novel, that mother knows best and an arranged marriage is all that will be required to make him happy, because, after all, “love comes after marriage”, or does it?
Ayesha is a poet who has become a teacher; a sensible option, which she finds to be a struggle. Khalid is a traditional Muslim man, or “fundy” as Ayesha initially describes him. His beard flows and he wears traditional dress which causes him problems with his new boss at work. While he has admired Ayesha from afar, their first meeting is not auspicious. Add to
this, mistaken identity, Khalid’s awful, interfering mother, a cousin of Ayesha’s who is basically a grown up toddler and thoroughgoing spoilt brat, Khalid’s friend who is the antithesis of the good Muslim, being a drunk and a womaniser and you have a mess of potage.
The Jane Austen reference fades from page five, apart from Khalid’s vague nod to Mr. Darcy and Shakespeare enters with a vengeance in the form of Ayesha’s wise old grandfather, who had been an English professor, with a deep love of the Bard. So the novel becomes a comedy of errors, again with a Bollywood twist, which romps its way to a fitting conclusion.
I enjoyed reading this book. The characters were entertaining and there was just enough seriousness in it to make the reader want to find out how it would all be resolved. I found the ending slightly disappointing; it was almost as if the author had decided, “okay. Enough’s enough so we need a wrap on this.” So the last few chapters were all a bit neat and rushed, however as a piece of charming and amusing escapism, this was fun and a
We acknowledge, with gratitude, the donation of this book to The Pear, by Dymocks, Glenelg. It is available for purchase from them and is part of the November Book Raffle. Raffle tickets can be purchased at The Pear cafe.