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This Winter we recommend…
Ruby's Spoon by Anna Lawrence Pietroni
(Chatto & Windus, £12.99) 
In Ruby’s Spoon we are introduced to the world of 14-year-old Ruby who lives in Cradle Cross. Here, vividly described, Ruby’s story is told against a backdrop of factory furnaces, stinking canal water and the town’s button factory, where carcasses are rendered down and turned into buttons. Into this grim setting enters mysterious and enchanting Isa Fly, who is from the coast, a cleaner world apart. When Isa reveals she is looking for a missing person, Ruby is eager to help, convinced she will be repaid with an adventure at sea. But some of the townsfolk are suspicious of Isa and they don’t take too kindly to her ability to leave their Ruby spellbound. A third colourful and formidable character, Truda Blick, forms an alliance with Ruby and Isa. Truda has just inherited the button factory and it is on the brink of collapse.
It is the friendship between these three women – one witch, one mermaid, and Ruby caught up in between – which will eventually see the town brought to the brink of riot. Pietroni shows real maturity in her writing, skilfully keeping the pages moving. I found particular delight in her prose which is delicate and wonderfully original – ‘These last days he had lost the light behind his pallor and grown sallow. Loose, light jowls; startled fish eyes bulging, blank and liquid.’ Ultimately, though, it’s her contrasting and vividly-drawn characters that will keep you spellbound right to the very last page.
reviewed by ANNA RALPH
This is a selected highlight from the current issue of Mslexia. To read the book reviews in full subscribe now. Other titles also featured include: Consolation by Anna Gavalda, Where the God of Love Hangs Out by Amy Bloom, The Queen Must Die by K A S Quinn, The Other Half Lives by Sophie Hannah, Fingersmith by Sarah Waters.
Mslexia Book Club: the verdict
The Swan Thieves by Elizabeth Kostova
(Sphere, £16.99)
Kostova’s second novel is big both in pages and in scope. Contemporary characters become entangled in the story of two 19th Century French artists, and Kostova has chosen a suitably old-fashioned format and tone. The author’s voice gives way to several narrators. The chief narrator is Marlow, a psychiatrist who is caring for Robert Oliver, an artist who attempted to slash a painting in the National Gallery in Washington and now refuses to speak. Just before retreating into silence, his patient gives Marlow permission to ‘talk to anyone’ about his life. This gives Marlow the ability to dig into the mystery of why a successful artist has become obsessed with another artist, and how that obsession nearly destroys his life.
Thieves has a lot of major themes: the nature of love and memory; the legacy of the past and its relationship to the future; the way patterns repeat themselves through generations; the creative life and how it does or does not match with the domestic. We all admired the book’s ambition, and everyone felt caught up in the story. When we began to talk it over though, some dissatisfaction emerged.
Alison had read Kostova’s first book, The Historian, and felt that the earlier book ‘flowed more.’
Paula thought that the issue might be that a lot of the book comes from Marlow’s perspective. We learn many details about his life, but, she felt, ‘he is the least interesting character.’ Marlow’s a psychiatrist, but it was annoying that we learn so little about the nature of the mental illness affecting Robert. Was that deliberate? we wondered. Kostova uses his breakdown as a narrative device to lead us into the mystery of the characters from the past. Once the mystery is solved, his illness is miraculously cured.
For Sara, the women characters were more interesting. She liked Kostova’s description of the way Robert’s wife felt as a mother of small children: ‘She was always covered in someone else’s body fluids.’ The women were portrayed realistically and compellingly, and Sara was very caught up by the letters which Kostova uses to tell the story of the lost artist. And Amanda admired the writer’s talent: ‘I like the way she uses imagery and metaphor and there’s a real originality and authority in the way she writes.’
Robert’s inability to communicate his inner world to those around him eventually destroys two relationships. But how are we meant to feel about Robert? ‘Too many details about painting,’ said Catherine ‘not enough about character.’ This was a rare occasion when we did agree: there were many wonderful things about this book, but somehow it fell just short of it’s potential.
reviewed by THE BRACKENBURY BANANAMAMAS
'The Brackenbury Bananamamas' have been reading together for eight years, and are mostly working mothers: several writers, two doctors, three businesswomen, a translator, a lawyer, and a filmmaker.
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What HILARY BRADT is reading
An extract from Bedside Table
I’m not actually reading anything at the moment since I’m working on my own book. It’s Go Slow Devon and Exmoor which aims to get under the skin of the county and find facts and places that no one knows about. That sort of research takes a lot of time but is hugely enjoyable – but the writing is a bit of a slog sometimes. I’m looking forward to finishing Ian McEwan’s On Chesil Beach. I’m a great admirer of his books but have found recently that his detailed descriptions sometimes get in the way of characterisation and I don’t always like his characters. So we’ll see….Earlier this year, I read The Reader by Bernhard Schlink. It was terrific – straightforward storytelling with powerfully-realised characters with whom you can empathise.
Bedside Table in full:
Anna Massey
Tamasin Day-Lewis
Shami Chakrabarti
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Maria Hoey has published poetry with Ireland’s foremost poetry publication, Poetry Ireland. Her poems and short stories have also appeared in U Magazine and Woman’s Way. She has subscribed to a number of Women’s Magazines and won first prize in the Swords Festival Short Story Competition in 1995. She is currently working on her first novel, Finding Brother Boniface.
What are you reading now?
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte (Penguin Classic, £6.99)
Reviewers described it as a work “to make the pulses gallop and the heart beat”, and “one of the coarsest books ever perused”, warning of its appeal to the “grosser and more animal portion of our nature”.
“How can I get my hands on this book?” you cry!
You probably already have. If not, borrow it from your granny. The book that influenced me most as reader and writer is Jane Eyre.
Why? To be frank, I have to admit, as might Carrie Bradshaw, “I can’t help but wonder.”
At the risk of sounding like one of the feeble-minded females its earliest reviewers feared it might corrupt, it works initially on the most gratifyingly simple of levels.
Penniless, plain-as-a-brown-scone Jane gets her man, powerful, desirable, deliciously inscrutable Mr. Rochester, the Mr. Big of his day.
Ah, the magic of those immortal words: “Reader, I married him.”
And yes, in common with most modern reader, I do spare a thought for the unfortunate first Mrs Rochester. Whole swaths of Brazilian rainforest have been sacrificed to the outrage of feminist critics. Any stirrings of unease are assuaged by the remembrance that Mr. R does, in a manner of speaking, get his come-uppance. By the time Jane takes delivery of him, he is reduced to a blind, broken, half-mad bigamist. Proper feminist order.
But, there is so much more to Jane Eyre. This is the book, published under the masculine pseudonym, Currer Bell, that contemporary reviewers could not believe had been written by a woman, the poet laureate, Robert Southey, having advised Charlotte Bronte that “Literature cannot be the business of a woman’s life, and it ought not to be.”
But she went on to create Jane Eyre – “ a heroine…small as myself”, passionate, complex, whose spirited refusal to accept the miserable slice of life allocated her by fate, flew in the face of contemporary notions of proper womanhood i.e. pious, pure and passive.
Charlotte Bronte would be dead at the age of 39. Jane Eyre lives on.
If anything, my daughter loves her a little more than I did.
Reader, I give you Jane Eyre.
