Meet On The Ledge

Nick Hornby is a happy chappy. His 2005 novel A Long Way Down reads like a film script and I nearly saw the film on Netflix before I'd read the novel. I have no problem with authors doing this because all it means is that the novel is cut up into small scenes (which also makes it easily readable) and there is an ear for dialogue (which in this case is presented from four different viewpoints or characters). I don't think it is too much of a spoiler to reveal that it revolves around a bunch of people that meet on top of a tall building as they are about to commit suicide (or not). A person less likely to take the plunge than Nick Hornby is hard to imagine as his novels tend to a warm and slightly sentimental bonhomie. Nonetheless I would have liked a little more musical reference in one of the characters and that probably reflects a lack of depth to back story in general - but at least the characters are believable and he pulls off the difficult task of helping the reader identify with (whilst objectively condemning) each of these very different people.

Norfolk is a Mystery

I spent 5 years of my life in Norfolk and by the way it isn't flat - although parts of it are wet. The Norfolk Mystery is, I'm sorry to say, a bit wet. I've just seen too many Agatha Christie, Margery Allingham, Ngaio Marsh, Dorothy L Sayers and similar jolly murder adaptations set in or around the nineteen thirties. The lead non-narrative character in Ian Sansom's Nortolk Mystery is always quoting Latin or literary sources in a way which is potentially funny but becomes irritating on repetition and excess. I understand that this is satire. I get that. I also quite like the idea of this being a series of County based travelogues. But as farce it is just slightly the wrong side of PG Wodehouse for me. I never engaged in the 'whodunnit' element and it probably needed a dash of PD James to bring some gravitas to the murder. I just don't think he took the Norfolk motto "Do Different" seriously.

Lemons, peppers, almonds and buses

Photo: Randi Hausken

There were a few "what's not to like" factors for me when I picked up Driving Over Lemons. The first was that the company I worked for had just been acquired by a Spanish parent company and I was hungry for anything on the geography and culture of my new employers, the second was having more than a passing interest in farming/horticulture and the clincher was that Chris Stewart was an-ex drummer of Genesis. He played on their first single Silent Sun and a few other pieces although they were barely more than a glint in Jonathan King's eye at the time. Genesis had a few other forgotten drummers before Phil Collins finally filled the seat but Chris was one of the five originals. He chose a different path and, whether or not it was as lucrative as some, you have to admire the rich and rewarding life he has built for himself and his family at the remote farm of El Valero in the Granada province of Las Alpujarras.in Andalucia.

In the Last Days of the Bus Club he writes engagingly about serving Wild Boar to Rick Stein, how not to start a tractor, doing an author tour with a sheep shearer, having to consult a hands-on faith healer about his inflamed private parts, the devastating affects of flash floods and most poignantly about having to let his daughter out into the wide world (the bus club of the title being the end of meeting fellow parents at the school bus).