Falling Angels by Tracey Chevalier

This is a soap opera set in the early 1900s and narrated by several different characters. It’s salacious in its way, with hidden moments of illicit sex around which the plot revolves. It’s the story of two middle class families living ‘proper’ lives, their children and the Highgate cemetery. It was entertaining enough but another book to be left behind at the end of the holidays. 2 stars.

Moral Disorder by Margaret Atwood

As I might have said before, Margaret Atwood is among my favourite writers, except for her sci fi gloomy stuff. This collection of short stories is a gem. The same characters flit in and out of the stories so you gradually build up a picture of them and a relationship with them. And I got the sense that she was telling the same story from different points of view, a very clever use of the short story genre I think. These are elegant and subtle stories and show Atwood at her restrained best. 4 stars.

Legend of a Suicide by David Vann

This is a collection of several short stories and a novella, all inspired and in response to the writer’s father’s suicide when Vann was just a youngster. I thought it was autobiographical for a while, and I still think there is a lot of that in it, but the novella had me quite confused because it presents a different take on events. It is particularly powerful and often uncomfortable reading of the squirmy sort but certainly a book that ought not to be missed. Vann is a beautiful writer and his stories are so so sad, not in a sentimental way at all but to the depths of his soul. 4 stars

Faithful Unto Death by Caroline Graham

Well, I was on holidays, wasn’t I? So I sat by the pool in Chiang Mai and read this silly, pompous thriller about a faked kidnap and murder. The best thing about it was that after I’d finished it I could leave it behind, making more room in my suitcase for shopping. 0 stars.

Collected Short Stories by F Scott Fitzgerald

I really don’t like F Scott Fitzgerald – I’ve tried and tried but his gloomy view of the world and the people in it just gets me down. I got through three of his stories before I decided to give in and return the book to the library.

The Cut Glass Bowl: an upwardly mobile young couple receive a cut glass bowl as a wedding gift; it almost becomes a malevolent character in their lives, being somehow connected with a series of tragic events that alter the course of their lives

May Day: an unpleasant story of Yale graduates and their drunk partying and returning soldiers and their drunk rioting – a real event I think – and the shallow people caught up in between.

The Diamond as Big as the Ritz: a fantasy tale where John Unger is invited to a fantastically rich classmate’s home to discover the sinister and immoral origins of the wealth and the evil his narcissistic hosts will enact to preserve it. It’s an anticapitalist tale indeed.

Solar by Ian McEwan

It’s interesting that a writer can choose such an unpleasant protagonist and yet have his reader so compellingly drawn into the narrative of this character’s life.

Solar is about a physicist, Michael Beard, a brilliant, womanising, cheating liar who nevertheless has a certain smarmy and superficial charm about him that initially draws people in.

The story charts the course of more than a twenty years, as he navigates his relationships with wives and lovers while developing new solar power technologies.

Like most of McEwan’s books, Solar is uncomfortable, squirmy reading. He is an acute observer of the everyday details of life and he uses them to build an excruciating picture of this awful man and his behaviour.

I think McEwan is a genius. He focuses on moments in people’s lives that are at the least uncomfortable and often very threatening – obsession, home invasion, suicide, lies and betrayals – and puts them under a sort of literary microscope using characters we all recognise from our own lives. I loved Solar.

To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee

What a joy to have time to reread things. I can‘t actually remember when I did read this book first but the rereading was quite wonderful.

This story of the trial of a black man for the rape of a white girl is told through the innocent eyes of young Scout, daughter of Atticus Finch, the lawyer who is defending the man. Of course it is much more than this, indeed a portrait of southern American society in the 1930s from the ignorant ‘white trash’ families through to the old plantation families of the south with the black population caught somewhere in between.

You could write a thesis – and I’m sure it’s been written many times over – about what Harper Lee is saying in this book and I’m not even going to try to go into it here other than to say that essentially it is a story about being human, about being compassionate, and about the struggle that young people face when they are faced with the ugliness of people’s minds. Five stars, of course