That's No Child

Eowyn Ivey describes waiting to find 'her story' and it becoming her first novel 'The Snow Child'. It's just as well that the making and reading of a book is in how you tell the story not the originality of the plot because 'her story' is also the traditional Russian fairy tale Snegurochka or Snow Maiden. It also leans heavily on Arthur Ransome's 'Little Daughter of the Snow' and less consciously on picture books like Raymond Briggs' The Snowman. Certainly this is a book that would appeal to younger readers but it is more about motherhood than childhood and about the difficult and painful process of letting go. There are some poignant moments in the protagonist's relationships that everyone will recognise - not least the abandonment of pride in accepting help from friends and neighbours.

What I liked best however was the description of the harsh brutality and beauty of the Alaskan landscape where you are forced to make brutal choices such as hunting to survive. As well as paying homage to northern mythology she also generously cites twelve Alaskan writers who mostly use their natural environment front and centre in their works. Shame she didn't mention Russell (Rusty) Annabel's Alaskan Adventures and who Ernest Hemingway described as 'the finest outdoor writer' he had ever read.

Same but different

The Girl Who Saved the King of Sweden is Jonas Jonasson's second novel and his self-confessed description is that it is the 'same but different' to The Hundred Year Old Man Who Climbed Out of the Window and Disappeared.That's just dandy for me because his first one was the funniest and best novels I've read in ages. It was a pretty good film as well with delicious black humour.

What I like best of all is the way Jonasson rides roughshod over received political opinions about international politics and boils events down to the random actions of different personalities as if the world is just one big dysfunctional family. A country and a country's culture is always more complex and diverse than can possibly be expressed in a single story and yet Jonasson's farce is uncomfortably close to the truth with broad historical events turning on the whim of a few individuals' self-interest. This time apartheid era South Africa, China, Israel and, of course, Swedish politics and monarchy come in for a bit of a working over albeit in a gentle and affectionate way for the King. Can't wait for Hitman Anders and The Meaning of It All.

Gone and Forgotten

There are two sides to every story and one is good and one is bad. I was looking forward to this book because I read a reasonably average novel called Good Girl and the press seemed to equate it with this one just because of the title. I'd seen part of the film of Gone Girl and was looking forward to reading this. Now I find myself looking forward to finishing the film in order to compare the two but I'm not one of those people who complains that films aren't like the books or vice versa. They are always quite different but complimentary. Sometimes in a good way and sometimes not so good - just different. 

Strangely though I did find the two books more similar than the book to the film. That is because what frustrated me about Good Girl was the two dimensionality of just having two characters. In a film that seems less obviously a problem as your attention span and the story are short enough for it not to matter. In Gone Girl I really wanted the parents and friends to be more fully rounded. I wanted to find out what happened to the first girlfriend. I wanted to know more about the police investigators and the lawyer. The curiosity to read on is purely plot driven rather than character driven once you've worked out the basic premise and your empathy for the main protagonists is exhausted. Nonetheless you have to respect Flynn for avoiding a straightforward good versus bad approach to her characters and letting them speak fully through the narrative.

The scent of lemons in the air, 

a trace of blood in the soil

Helena Atlee's 'The Land Where Lemons Grow' is beautifully evocative of an ancient Italy steeped in citrus groves and soaked in late evening Mediterranean Sun. I defy anyone not to reach for a 'tart in a citroen' as I like to call the 'tarte au citron' or a sugary lemon cake (ideally drizzled with refreshing limoncello liquer and topped with a zesty blob of gelato limone) during this read. And that's before you get to the oranges soaked in sunsets and the sublime lime.

On the face of it a book about different types of lemon and how they have been grown through history, with a few recipes thrown in, isn't an obvious choice for a right riveting read; so the answer is it's also a well written travelogue, fascinating in anecdote and resonating on a straightforward human level. Take, for example, the reality of lemon growing in Sicily and Southern Italy which was so important and so lucrative that it gave rise to the Mafiosi. They were not, as American ex-pat urban myth would have it, the product of grinding poverty amongst the agricultural peasants but protection rackets set up by a few aristocratic and wealthy landowners.

My favourite though is the bonkers Orange fight in Ivrea. If you ever go please don't forget your red elf hat, otherwise it could end badly.

A week and a bit of reading dangerously

If you felt I was a little mean criticising Mark Radcliffe's perfectly entertaining book below then I guess it's because I wanted a 'list of betterment'; a list of music to listen to from the obvious (Beatles' Sgt Pepper or Sex Pistols' Never Mind the Bollocks to the more challenging like John Cage's  4'33" or Karlheinz Stockhausen's Gesang der Jünglinge) to illuminate an era and educate the mind. Andy Miller's The Year of Reading Dangerously is such a book. It is a book about reading - reading for edification, amusement and enrichment. Reading, like travel, broadens the mind. Perhaps even more so because it enables us to learn from someone else's imagination, or experience, things which might be quite dangerous were it not from the distant safety of our sofa, bed or train seat. Spoiler alert: these experiences can still sometimes be quite powerful, even life changing.

Despite being mildly obsessive compulsive I've never suffered from the trainspotter or twitcher's top ten or top 100 list syndrome. If you asked me what my favourite painting, piece of music or novel was I would really struggle because there are so many, they change and it would be rude to leave anyone out. In any case there is always an invidious self-consciousness that leads us to suggest things we don't really like but feel we ought to like or would be more comfortable other people thinking we like. That dilemma is at the heart of this book. It features a list of books put forward by a literature graduate who confesses to having pretended for years that he had read a certain book, or would purchase them because he felt he ought to, without really wanting to read them. Instead he went for the quick fix - the newspaper, the puzzle or the magazine review that allows us to feel educated by second or third hand knowledge. With an increasingly short attention span related to internet browsing the long form book is certainly being challenged - in the same way that blogging challenges traditional journalism.

Well, fear not faithful reader, this book will cure you. It isn't even important whether you go off and read 'War and Peace' or any other of the so-called classics which get a rave review. So does Julian Cope and Douglas Adams. This book works simply on the level of autobiography, social comment, nostalgia (for childhood reading) and life-affirming self-deprecating feel good humour. It will also increase your appetite for reading, for living and maybe even for writing - in whatever form the music of words takes you.

Can't Buy a Thrill

Money can't buy a thrill of excitement and pleasure of re-hearing a long forgotten favourite piece of music that instantly puts you back in the time and place with the people when you first heard it.

According to Wikipedia 'Reelin' In The Years' is a song by jazz-rock band Steely Dan from the album Can't Buy A Thrill. How we love to categorise and how we get it wrong. Personally I wouldn't describe Steely Dan as a band never mind jazz-rock. The combined musical output of Donald Fagen and Walter Becker that went under the name of Steely Dan was performed by a revolving cast of session musicians, some of whom may have also done some jazz-rock. Mark Radcliffe hates jazz-rock but he likes Steely Dan and 'Reelin' In The Years' seemed an appropriate title for a musical memoir covering every year of his life (up to 2009/2010 anyway).

This book is an easy and nostalgic read for music fans of a certain age. I didn't even mind him taking the mickey out of jazz-rock combos like Weather Report and Mahavishnu Orchestra and a few other sacred cows like the Stylistics because I reckon they can look after themselves and I'd rather hear an amusing savaging than bland sycophantic praise any day.

Radcliffe's radio style sometimes suffers from a stuttering rambling delivery but with the written word it all comes out with a flourishing aplomb. Nonetheless there is something lazy about this book (and I don't just mean his inexplicable praise, as a drummer, for 4/4). It is just a list. A top ten. This is what happened in Year X, this is what happened in Year Y and so on. I'd really have liked a bit more of a free-wheeling approach to building up some themes about growing up in the North, the social and political landscape and, crucially, greater depth of musical analysis. This isn't that book. It's a book everyone could, and possibly should, write about their lives and music. Better still make a mixtape/playlist.

Afterword

For fans of trivia, and I don't think you would have got this far unless you were, he berates the specialist music show. Ironic then that he should end up taking over the Folk Show but if someone is going to pay him to do it or to write/buy/read this book then why not? He is a lucky, lucky man. Shame about the hat though.

Bear Sax in the City

Sometimes great things come from unlikely combinations - Sweet and Sour, Laurel and Hardy, Lennon and McCartney, Beauty and the Beast, Sax and the Bear...sorry, run that last one past me again. The Bear Comes Home by Rafi Zabor is a book about a bear that plays the sax? You're kidding, right?

It shouldn't work. It damn near doesn't work sometimes. There are very occasionally some highly creative phrases and spellings but all are clear and perfectly understandable and that is surely the point of language. I just think it's written in jazz by which I mean the writing is in the same style as the music - sometimes slightly bonkers but full of energy and a sense of fun. It reads like a kind of brilliant improvisation between the characters where you are pushed to the edge of disbelief but everything is so realistically and thoroughly narrated that the fact that the basic premise is complete nonsense doesn't matter. It has a surreal and magical quality but is by no means a fairy tale about a cute cuddly type of child's anthropomorphism. The bear feels its wildness and that sense of power and menace is part of his character which makes him a misunderstood slightly grumpy outsider. A bit like a jazz musician then? Yes exactly. It captures what it is like to have a burning sense of an almost spiritual vision of his own nature and music and a fragile sense of being able to interpret it in live performance. 

By the way its' a long book and has a number of fairly detailed musical expositions but don't let that put you off because it doesn't drag; it fizzes along and veers from semi-tragedy to joyous and exuberant humour.

Personally it led me to listening to a lot of referenced material by Sonny Rollins, Jackie McLean, Charlie Parker, Ornette Coleman, John Coltrane and others, some of which I knew but much of which I could now listen to with a much greater empathy and appreciate the combination of restraint and wildness in it - the way that a tune would be taken and bent out of recognition. This is a fictional biography of a character that is so human and yet bent out of all recognition as a bear to come back and throw fresh light on what it is to be truly human. That's totally cool and that's Jazz.