For me, Max Porter's 2015 debut, Grief is the Thing with Feathers, captures the precarious and unreal nature of grief like nothing else. It accompanied me through this last year.
The short story writer, George Saunders, won the Booker prize in 2017 for his first long work of fiction - Lincoln in the Bardo. It's a great, innovative patchwork of a book and his approach to historical fiction is so unusual and thought-provoking that I can't help but join the clamour of praise.
I've just finished Emile Zola's The Masterpiece - a fascinating glimpse into the Paris of the Impressionist movement and a poignant study of artistic genius and merit.
My winter obsession with thrillers is finally abating, but there is one book that I cannot stop thinking about with a fresh rush of pleasure, excitement and adrenaline: Lionel Davidson's Kolymsky Heights.
I’m going through a phase of reading thrillers and only thrillers. I love the craft of them. I love the page-turning anxiety. I love a flawed but ridiculously competent protagonist; moral but occasionally indecent; a rough diamond. I love it when the story speeds along, twisting and turning, swerving left and right but never … Continue reading Investigating 1930s Berlin
Last week on holiday I read The Power - Naomi Alderman's award winning science fiction novel - and I still feel it tingling in my fingertips. It's a shocking book. The central premise is that women suddenly develop the physical advantage over men and our world order is turned on its head. And I keep wondering: is it that simple?