by Andrea Levy. This novel, set in London in 1948, tells the story of Queenie Bligh, her husband, Bernard, and her Jamaican lodgers, Gilbert Joseph and his wife Hortense. The four narrators reveal their hopes and dreams for a new life. They soon find, however, that the country is changing very slowly. Prejudice, the strength of the empire, love and war are themes which Levy explores as the characters soon come to terms with post-war England.
by Colm Tobin. This novel reveals the hopes and despair of novelist, Henry James, during five significant years of his life. The loneliness of the writer, his inability to resolve his sexual identity and his search for love are identified and explored. At the conclusion of the novel, the reader has gained a deeper respect and appreciation for this writer and for the times in which he lived.
by Deborah Moggach is a funny and touching novel set partly in London and partly in Bangalore, India where British pensioners can enjoy the hot weather and fresh mango juice with their gin at bargain prices.
is David Layton‘s first novel. It sensitively captures the emotional roller coaster of a couple’s vain attempts to get pregnant, a very satisfying read.
by Jacqueline Winspear is a delight as a character and as a book. The story takes place during the late twenties with flashbacks to the First World War. Socially and historically interesting, it is a delightful, compassionate and satisfactory book to read.
by David Manicom combines the intrigue of a thriller with the sophistication of a major international literary work reminiscent of A.S. Byatt. Set partly in 1990s Montreal and partly in medieval France, The School At Chartres is a long love-letter – the final letter – from the protagonist, John Wilson, to his lost love.
As exquisitely woven as a medieval tapestry, The School At Chartres will appeal to readers of literary mysteries, such as Dan Brown’s The Da Vinci Code, and A.S. Byatt’s Possession.
In his fourth collection of poems, David Manicom affirms his place as one of the most compelling poets writing in Canada today. The Burning Eaves, a mixture of shorter lyrics and longer sequences, is a meditation on the nature of language and the power of love.
Calvin Trillin has been writing for The New Yorker magazine for the last 44 years. Every time you see his byline you are guaranteed a witty, humorous piece, sometimes about family life but touching far and wide in American daily life. Very often he would mention his wife Alice, and in this book we see why.
It is five years now since his wife died and Trillin felt he could write about her and try to talk about his love and also his total dependence on what he calls his “muse”. Although there are funny snatches, this is a deeply sad book. The photograph shows the pair of them, newly married, and Alice is an attractive blonde with a wonderful smile and wise eyes. She wrote a bit herself and also taught at university. They had two daughters, and what Alice cared most about was giving them a good home. Illness struck in l976 when she got lung cancer. She survived until 200l, when she had a bypass operation and died shortly afterward….not however before she got out of bed to attend the wedding of her second daughter.
Although Trillin pictures her as the solid foundation of the whole family, she fought the idea of being a “dietician in sensible shoes” and was known in Greenwich Village, and also Nova Scotia where they spent their summers, as a stunning woman with beautiful clothes. After he met her, he tells us, Trillin spent his whole life trying to impress her, to make her laugh. He says he wrote this book for her, but then adds ” Actually, I wrote everything for Alice”. He has shared a true love story with us.
The Book of Negroes was the name of a British military ledger which allowed some 3,000 Black Loyalists to leave New York for a new home in Nova Scotia. Among them was an extraordinary African woman who, at the age of ll, had been captured from her home in West Africa, force-marched for three months onto a slave ship and sold in South Carolina into a life of utter slavery, from which she made some remarkable and thrilling escapes.
This book is her story. It begins in l745 in a small village near Sierra Leone and winds up in London, where the heroine so stuns the abolitionists, including William Wilberforce, that she eventually meets the King and Queen who by this time know all about her.
The charm of the story – for it is truly a remarkable read – is the character of the heroine, Aminata Diallo, and the people who love her and rescue her along the way. Her courage and nerve are undeniable but so is her quality of caring, in the midst of ferocious danger, and this is what attracts people to her, whether in Charleston, New York, Sierra Leone, or London.
Lawrence Hill is a Canadian novelist, living in Burlington,Ontario. He has a light,but compelling touch, when writing about blacks in this country and elsewhere. With this book he has brought off a masterpiece.
Review by Anne McDougall
This is a gem of a little book – l40 pages – both to read and to
The author is a prize-winning Canadian book-designer, which means
that every detail, from the charming cover design to the type-face, is
a pleasure to handle. The novel is a love-story, between two suitably
named London artists: Ambrose Zephyr and Zappora (called Zipper)
Ashkenazi , who work in the advertising and fashion businesses
respectively. Their names complete the alphabet, and that is the way
they feel about their relationship – complete.
Their happy existence in a Victorian terrace house near Kensington
Gardens is shattered one day when Ambrose, just turned fifty, goes for a
medical and gets the news he has only one month left to live. In
desperation they set off on an alphabetical trip of Europe:
Amsterdam..Berlin..Chartres… Their adventures are fun,
witty ,offbeat. They get to the Pyramids, then Istanbul , and
suddenly plans change and they turn abruptly for home.
The cover describes the book as a “deeply romantic story about an
everyday life defined by an extraordinary love” -and it is right.
Review by Anne McDougall