2012 in Retrospect

What a messy year 2012 has been! I am glad to see the back of it. Chaos and change and unexpected events have been its top notes, struggling through the mud of emotional adjustment its constant underpinning. But now that so much has been taken away, my aim for 2013 is to embrace simplicity, and I say bring it on.

As for reading this year, well, I’ve done quite a lot of it. I made the most pathetic attempt to keep a reading diary, which fell apart some time in March. The thing is, I turn out not to be too keen on documenting my reading, apart from writing reviews of the books that cry out to be discussed. I suppose I like the feeling of remembering reading more than I like statistics (although I do like reading other people’s, just to add to the contradictions). I think I read quite a lot of books in 2012 but nowhere near as many as last year. When I was made redundant, and had the pervasive and rather pleasing feeling that all my time was now all my own, my reading rate slowed notably. It made me wonder how compulsive rushing is, rushing about doing this and that, totting up numbers, adding to piles, ticking boxes. I needed lots and lots of therapeutic pages to counteract the suck of time into the black hole of college. Now, I find myself savouring each page I read, and whilst the nagging part of my mind agitates, the rest of me is quite content to ignore its voice. The slower I read, the more that careful attentiveness rewards me, and I find myself doing a great deal of the sort of reading that occurs when you find you have put the book down and are staring into the middle distance. I recommend it.

2012 has been the year of the review copy, as I’ve written about more contemporary novels than any other blogging year. It’s also been the year of the online writing group, and out of this strange coupling a distinct contradiction has arisen. The writing groups to which I belong become ever more enamoured of the idea of writing ‘rules’. In fact, just the other day on one forum, I noticed someone saying of a book ‘lots of writing rules broken but absolutely brilliant!’. This drives me slightly nuts. Books are often brilliant when they break any so-called rules, which have the effect of making would-be authors write by numbers and produce any amount of lookalike-y stories whose elements feel familiar but which are better done elsewhere. The chaos of the book market is of course to blame for fostering this attitude, as well as the vast number of people out there trying to write, but it’s unhelpful to say the least. The books I have received from publishers this year have been wonderfully literary and inventive and often striking out into new ground. Thank goodness! Maybe worse lies ahead in the wake of the great bandwagon that was the Unmentionable Fifty Shades. But the publishers I’ve had contact with have been consistently keen to put interesting, well-written and quirky books out there. The only fad I would gladly see the back of is the wretched present tense (although I am actually enjoying it for the first time ever in Wolf Hall, which just goes to show that rules really are ridiculous).

I’m a lot keener to look forward to 2013 than I am to dissect 2012, which means I already have more plans for it than I could possibly follow through. I’ll be devoting myself to writing full-time and attempting for the first time ever in my working life to install a routine to my day. Part of every day will be reading time, of course, and I’m working out a sort of, well, personal reading course that reflects my interest in creative non-fiction and essay writing. You’ll hear more about that in due course, undoubtedly. 2012 was a big blogging year for me, but I will be cutting things back a bit in the future, partly because I am reading more slowly, partly because I have so much other writing to do elsewhere. But hey, I’ve been blogging for almost 7 years, and I’m not going anywhere. There will always be so much to share with you, and rehearse and mull over, and where else would I find such an intelligent, literate, kind and quick-witted audience? Here’s to 2013 being full of wonderful, life-enhancing reading for all of us.

Wednesday Mishmash

I should really be writing a proper review of Rook by Jane Rusbridge, which is a beautiful novel, slowly and delicately unfolding like a paper flower in water. It’s also a book set over the course of one feverishly hot summer, which made reading it feel like a jolt and a surprise, the swiftness of being transported from one climate to another. However, given that I am in the thick of Christmas madness at the moment, rushing around shopping and spending half my life in post office queues, I feel I don’t have the focus to do it justice. So, another day then.

I’d been planning a more austere Christmas than usual and had intended to make some gifts. However, when I had a go at craft with Mr Litlove on the weekend, I realised why I am more qualified to walk into shops and hand over money. First of all, you’ve got to watch those craft blogs – they lie! Oh it’s all so easy, some deft-fingered person coos at you, a doddle, a piece of cake! The experience really reminded me of watching Blue Peter as a child, and longing to make one of their models out of sticky back plastic and cereal cartons. Some professional artist had produced them for the show, and the perplexity one felt attempting to create the same thing at home, and the unrecognisable specimen that was cobbled together by the end really came back to me. I borrowed Mr Litlove, who is the practical one, as the instructions called for use of a sharp craft knife and I know my limitations. Well, he’d managed to cut his finger before we even got started with the knife, so we had to pause to bind the wound. Then I remembered why I don’t sew: cotton snarling up into bunnies’ ears that won’t come loose. We made a prototype, about which the less said the better, and one example that wasn’t too awful. Then we called it a day in order to rethink our strategy. I can’t tell you what we were making as people read this blog who might be on the receiving end – unless we continue to create them bloodstained and falling apart at the seams, of course. Not even our mothers would want those ones.

I wonder how many people remember, back in the summer, me sending a teasing and somewhat misleading text to the window cleaner? Well he’s only turned out to be Casanova reincarnate. I’d never been propositioned by text before, but as I am growing older I’m always grateful for new experiences that keep me up with the times. And the window cleaner is quite nice, sort of a cheeky chappie with biceps of steel. At first I was mortified, until I was reminded that these things are very rarely personal. Indeed, I am thinking that the window cleaner’s work with me is done, and he may be moving onto Ms Thrifty. When he came in to the bookshop this week, and I didn’t have enough time to run and hide out back, she gamely said she’d deal with the interaction (as an ex-head teacher she is quite fearless with renegades and mavericks). The conversation moved to birthdays, and when it turned out that both were Scorpios, the window cleaner was quick to point out that they belonged to the sexiest sign in the zodiac. Even Ms Thrifty had to pause for a moment to think how best to respond to that one. Note to self: remind manager NOT to hang mistletoe.

And a quick word on reading: I’m three-quarters of the way through Candia McWilliam’s long and intricate memoir, What To Look For in Winter; a Memoir in Blindness. I’ve had all sorts of shifts of feeling with this book as I’ve slowly worked my way through it. It requires patience and commitment from the reader, as I was tempted to give it up during earlier sections that seemed obsessed with status and achievement. But now I’m so glad I stuck with it, and feel instead that the author has almost moved through the several people she has been in her lifetime, some healthier than others. Now I’ve done a complete u-turn and think it’s a significant book. I dread the size of the review I may have to write to get in everything I’d like to say about it. In other news I have also begun Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel. Yes okay, I can see why people love this book so. It’s testing for me, though, as I know next to nothing about history and Mantel is as allusive as a good literary writer should be. I will obviously learn a great deal about the Tudors. Finally, apologies: I am a bad commenter but will make up the defecit soon, and I DO hope to persuade my computer support to change those pictures in the sidebar which are now desperately out of date!

Ten Dream Jobs For Me

When I first became unemployed my initial thought was that I would probably never work again. PhDs are notoriously cumbersome items to have on a CV, add a history of chronic fatigue and you’ve got potential employers running away screaming. Plus all those conventional book-based options, like book reviewer or writer are so incredibly hard to get into nowadays, it seems barely worth trying. But in the spirit of never say die, I thought that the way to get employed in this brave new world is to offer people services they didn’t even know they wanted! Bearing that in mind, here is a list of jobs for which I would be eminently qualified….

 

1. There was an article online that I noticed a few months back about a London-based service that advised people what to read next. I kid you not! Clients proffered a list of books they’d read and enjoyed and the ‘experts’ suggested ways they could expand and develop their reading. I thought: I could do that. What a cushy way to earn a living! I’d throw in a tarot card reading and some vitamin advice for free, too.

2. Mister Litlove’s instant suggestion was that I run a pre-dinner party briefing service. Invited to a culturally taxing dinner party, and expected to have opinions on the ‘in’ books of the moment? I could advise anxious guests on what to say.

3. Book therapy. This has worked so well for me these past few weeks, I would happily share my knowledge with other suffering souls. There are fine distinctions to be made, after all, between the kind of reading that soothes a cold and the kind that can be borne with the ‘flu. And you’d need different books to read if you were divorcing than if you were moving house, or having your in-laws to stay, etc.

4. Buying entire libraries for millionaires. I’ve heard of this happening! Super rich people buy huge houses and have nothing to put in a library and no time to undertake the vast amounts of shopping required. Oh you could leave it all to me and I would be delighted to fill the acreage of shelves. I’d even read the books that need to have their pages cut so it appears their owners have read them.

5. I take a particular delight in reviewing books for authors I know, as it’s a speciality of mine to put my finger on what it is they are really trying to do or say. So I would happily work with authors in the broader category of a thematic editor, helping them to see what their real issues and preoccupations are. No more need for unconscious genius!

6. There have been so many scandals in the papers lately about authors writing their own reviews on amazon and dissing books by others. For a small consideration I would be very happy to write meaningful reviews for authors, only I would have to actually like the book and I’m not about to write bad reviews for competitors, either. But still. I’d write them for publishers’ sites, too, for all those poor, lonely midlist novels that never get much publicity or attention.

7. Don’t have time to read bedtime stories to your children? Oh how I loved doing that! Given I read Harry Potter 1-5 over the course of one summer to my son, I have tremendous stamina for this sort of work.

8. Personal shopper in a bookstore. Why don’t these exist already? Particularly at Christmas and in the run-up to the summer holidays. No matter how awkward or curmudgeonly the relative, I’m sure I could find suitable reading matter. And I could tailor holiday reading to fit the chosen location.

9. Literary terrorist. This is an offshoot of the personal shopper, only in vigilante mode. The idea would be to patrol the bookstore, taking out of the hands of naïve shoppers books like the ghastly Fifty Shades, or Wayne Rooney’s autobiography and suggesting far more satisfying purchases instead. I could also rearrange piles on tables and shuffle the book bins, so that offensive items like Tony Blair’s memoir or the latest ‘novel’ by Jordan no longer see the light of day.

10. TBR counsellor. This is a special online service I could offer to book bloggers. I’ve noticed how much anguish there is regarding the size, scale and height of the average TBR, which often leads bloggers to despair and embark on desperate culls. As Freud himself might have said, I can’t prevent anyone from being a book hoarder, but I could certainly help others to live happily with the trait.  Feel you’ve bought too many books? Ashamed of the number of trips you make to the library to return unread novels? These and many other bookish problems I am sure I could resolve. ;)

This Business of Reviewing

Scarcely a day seems to go by without some new attack or challenge to the notion of the review in the blogworld, and for the most part, I don’t find them helpful. But I’ll make an exception for two interesting posts, one from Book Riot and one from The Millions, more interesting than others of their ilk because of the serious attempts made to think about what good review might do. Both are suggesting a move away from the stranglehold of summary-plus-personal-opinion that dominates the orthodox review structure, and I’m all for experimenting with new approaches.

My own feeling, which I’ve mentioned many times here, is that personal-opinion based reviews tend to say a great deal about the person reading, but less about the book. When you read them, you have to measure yourself against the taste of the author of the post, rather than the nominal subject of it. And you come away with an idea of whether you should read the book or not, rather than anything more durable and useful concerning literature, reading, and their place in the world. Sometimes that’s all a person wants, and that’s fine. But books are so rich, so full, so fascinating – don’t they occasionally deserve a little more of our mental energy?

The Millions post provides a good account of the latest round in the review wars and makes some suggestions about what is reliably useful to read in a review. My only objection to this post, and it is a strenuous one, is the idea that negative reviews are ‘better’. To be fair, the justification put forward for this is that readers tend to be fuzzily warm over books they’ve enjoyed, but dislike or dissatisfaction requires a sharper more focused approach, and I can see the logic in that.

However, I simply cannot abide this idea that picking out what is ‘wrong’ (highly subjective in itself) is the highest emblem of quality. Whilst I am no more in favour of always writing positive reviews (prescriptions of all kind distress me), I think negativity has to be handled delicately and in great self-awareness. It can so easily be about the critic claiming intellectual superiority over the stuff that feeds him, or throwing a hissy fit because a book has proved to be a disappointment. We read books from such a deep, private, sensitive place that they can affect us disproportionately, and we don’t acknowledge this enough.

I think it also risks conflating the experience of reading a book with a judgment of it. The experience of a book is unique, powerful and set in stone. We cannot be persuaded that our experience was other than it was. But an experience is based on so many factors that have nothing to do with what we are reading – which is why we can return to a book twenty years later and have an entirely different experience of it. So pure experience is not to be trusted to communicate the very essence of a book. It provides a springboard into the story, a starting point, not an end in itself.

Over at Book Riot, the blogger formerly known as the Reading Ape (is there a symbol for that?) discusses his frustration with reading and writing reviews and posts an excellent list of ideas about what a good review should do. His point here is that we rarely say; this is a great review and you should read it. So what would a great review look like? My initial response is that whilst this is an impressive list of ideal review qualities they pose a substantial and often abstract demand. How to set about achieving any of them? Among the comments there are a number of responses that argue that incorporating such qualities into a review would turn it into literary criticism instead. To which I am obliged to say: what would be wrong with that? A little literary criticism is like a little spice in cooking. The right amount enhances the flavour, even if too much is indigestible. Now whilst I cannot tell anyone what a good review ought to look like, I can offer the basic principles of literary criticism, which are simplicity itself.

The basic building block of interpretation is critical commentary, or taking a chunk of text and seeing what’s going on in it. You can take as much or as little as you like, a paragraph or the whole book. Then – and this is what I used to teach my first years – you consider it from a series of perspectives. I’ve created a list of possible questions that readers can ask themselves but it is by no means definitive, simply an initial suggestion that can be altered and built on as wished:

Narrative voice.

Who is speaking here and what impact does this have on the story?

Are we dealing with a first or third person account? The first person tends to be intimate, partial and particular, the third to be distant, even invisible, but authoritative. Or is the text polyvocal, with lots of different voices undermining the idea of a coherent argument or approach informing the story?

How to describe the register (colloquial or formal, poetic or lyric) and tone (so many possibilities – confiding, ironic, subversive, playful, cold, etc)?

What does the narrator want us to know about themselves and what is being hidden?

Form and Structure

What are we dealing with here – a conventional story with a beginning, a middle and an end, or something more fragmented? A text studded with letters or newspaper reports, or a stream of consciousness?

Does genre play a part, and if so, does the book follow the conventions of the genre?

Then we need to dig down into the words – even to think about whether we’re dealing with long or short sentences, and their rhythm, their musicality or lack of it.

What sort of lexicon or discourse are we presented with? For instance, are there lots of analytical words (creates an argument) or abstract words (philosophical or spiritual leanings) or fantastic ones (appeals to the world of private imagination), etc.?

Are there particular devices at work – metaphor and simile?

In all these instances, we need to ask ourselves what the effect is. Each word has been chosen for a reason, busting its little guts to affect the reader, so what are they actually doing?

Themes and Characters

It’s interesting to look at questions of energy and balance when considering themes and characters.

Do the different personalities in the narrative balance each other out, or do they tip the scales one way or another?

Where’s the energy going in the book – towards what purpose, or what end?

How do the characters play out the themes of the novel?

Is there a clear moral universe being constructed (who wins, who loses) and what does this say about the culture the book is set in?

What systems of values dominate the story – are the values clear cut, or is the book confused and contradictory? Sometimes the best books are confused and contradictory; it can actually make for a very powerful effect on the reader when the answers do not come at the end, and of course it’s very comforting when they do.

Change and Transition

So what is actually different by the end of the book, or even the end of a scene? All sorts of issues come into the aspect of change concerning the version of time and space the story functions in.

Are we looking at characters who develop in linear fashion, or are we all about the circularity?

Repetition is a very powerful device in literature, and when you come across it, it’s worth a moment’s thought, as it can suggest quite contradictory possibilities: depressing and even cynical entrapment, nostalgic, conservative desires for stability and a cosmic view of a natural order that inevitably reasserts itself.

Change, by contrast, tends to indicate lessons learned, characters developed and the scary unpredictability of consequences, both good and bad.

There is a fundamental message here about whether we can change and alter the world – both our personal one and the external world we live in – which is the basis for all political readings of novels.

The Role of the Reader

It’s interesting to take a step back from reading to see how and why we are responding to a novel.

Are we being manipulated and if so, how, and to what purpose?

Are we kept in line with the narrative development, up to date with everything the characters themselves learn, or are we kept in the dark, mystified, held in suspense? What knowledge do we need to bring to the text to understand it?

What knowledge are we readily given, and what is withheld?

How hard do we have to work to extract the meaning of the story?

What are we asked to bring our sympathy to, or are we instructed instead to mistrust, to disapprove, to disagree?

And lastly but fundamentally, what were our expectations? Have they been met or not, and if not, is this because in actual fact, the novel is challenging conventions and asking us to be more broad-minded?

Ok, so having gone through all these sorts of questions, we have a lot of information at our disposal. Of course not all the questions will have yielded fruit, and that’s fine. The way forward now is just to pick out the information that seems most interesting to us as basis for a discussion. The whole reading thing is about being playful and open-minded, asking lots of questions, and avoiding those deadening assumptions that prevent us from getting the most out of what we read.