REVIEW BY TOM WELLS
True History of the Kelly Gang—Peter Carey won his second Booker Prize in four years for this long,dusty journey through late 19 th C. Australia, a curious choice in any year but especially one that included Ian McEwan’s “Atonement” and David Mitchell’s “number9dream”. It’s not that the book is lacking in considerable merit: excellently written (if annoyingly punctuated); exhaustively researched; and impressively specific. But it’s the last merit that is its chief de-merit, because about two-thirds through the saga the reader begins to suffer from detail overload, as Ned and his gang of well-drawn, highly individual characters do a seemingly endless loop between jail, hideout and Mom’s house. But the
growing feeling of disinterest is nothing compared to the giant letdown of the denouement. Since all but the final chapter is in the form of a diary that Ned has kept for his daughter, it would be tough for him to write about the end of his short, violent days. Still, the authorial decision to change from Ned’s gritty, funny, punchy prose to the formal, wordy, soulless account of a newspaper columnist is the dampest of squibs. After a 500-page ride, the reader deserves better.
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Wednesday, 16 December 2020
JFDI BOOK #58 TRUE HISTORY OF NED KELLY REVIEW
JFDI BOOK #59: REVIEW OF IF ONLY THEY DIDN'T SPEAK ENGLISH
Review by Tom Wells
If Only They Didn’t Speak English—Jon Sopel has been the BBC’s North American editor since 2014, a stretch that has enabled him to witness up close and personal the most wrenching political transition to the ethos of e pluribus unum since the Civil War. His book tries to make sense of what to fellow Brits must look like wildly contradictory impulses of the American character—the simple willingness to help a neighbor versus the cynical mistrust of government beyond the community; the embrace of free enterprise to the extent it is literally hazardous to one’s health; the pious belief in the power of 21st C. technology to solve most problems and a vaguely worded amendment to an 18th C. Constitution to solve the others. The result is a well-written collection of anecdotes, experiences and observations backed up by cherry-picked incidents and statistics in an effort to be village-green middling.
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Tuesday, 25 August 2020
REVIEW OF #57 OLD FILTH
Don’t be seduced by the title. It has nothing to do with Ancient Porn. Though of course there is the obligatory sex, though this time a post-war liaison with a Bletchley Park lesbian, befriending an old enemy, and a barren marriage. No, this is about England. Not the stylised version of a green and pleasant land, but of the emotionally stunted orphan refugees of the Raj, of the war, of drafty public schools, of poor food, poor teeth, and a weekly bath, if lucky. Of the Inner Temple. And Malaya. And Hong Kong (hidden in the title, but I won’t ruin it for you.) Of how it was. For a man with a long life, a stammer, and a secret. The writing is spare and delectable. It would have been perfect to read curled up in front of a fire. But even though it is summer, it is still England, and in between a heat wave there are ample opportunities to gratefully put on this old pullover with the holes in the elbows and hunker down.
JFDI BOOK #57 OLD FILTH JANE GARDAM
JFDI BOOK #56 THE WORLD IN 100 OBJECTS
Wednesday, 10 June 2020
JDI BOOK #55 THE FERRYMAN Jez Butterworth
Thursday, 4 June 2020
REVIEW OF #54 SURFACE DETAIL
I can’t vouch for Books 1 through 8 of Iain M. Banks’s Culture Series but by Book 9 it’s anything goes. A spaceship has an avatar whose idea of a character test is elevator surfing. Of course. A protagonist dies in Chapter One but rises from the grave in Chapter Four because a mysterious stranger once slipped her a neural lace which she eschews in her resurrected form because now she actually is risking her life for some reason that can only be down to narrative tension in pursuit of the former slave master who killed her for what has turned out to be a short while. Naturally. Or is it virtually? Like the world Captain Vatueil occupies in which he tunnels beneath a besieged castle before being captured, tortured and killed as part of another character test. Really? Certainly not as real as Pavulean Hell, a place of never-ending misery that makes Hieronymus Bosch’s “Last Judgment” look like Constable’s “The Hay Wain”, specifically for two investigative, dual-snouted quadrupeds intent on exposing to the outside world the endless Promethean tortures inflicted on the wicked.
I wrote the previous paragraph after reading the first hundred pages of SURFACE DETAIL and thinking it was a dog’s dinner thrown against a wall of week-old pizza. I mean, spaceships with comma-infested names? Was that so they’d sound the way William Shatner would pronounce them? By page 200 I just wanted to get through the book as quickly as possible before any more characters of grotesque physiognomy, vocabulary or morality were introduced. I was speeding to the end of a thoroughly dissatisfying read when the character Yime Nsokyi reappeared after a 100-page or so absence and I thought, Remind me, why in the name of Pavulean Heaven is she pursuing main character Lededje across the galaxy? And through the magic of the Kindle “Search” option I not only found the answer to my question but also just about every other one I had about this book (pages 165 to 179 in case you’re interested).
And then the scales fell from my eyes. In an instant, what had seemed like a mish-mash of indecipherable, apathy-inspiring gobble-di-gook made sense, and I thought, Wow, this is one impressive achievement of created world and plot intricacy.
FOUR STARS
JFDI BOOK #54 SURFACE DETAIL Iain M. Banks
Friday, 1 May 2020
REVIEW OF THE OLD DEVILS #53
TOM’S REVIEW
THE OLD DEVILS by Kingsley Amis
A famous late 20th C. Welsh poet, Alun Weaver, after a lengthy stay abroad, returns to the bosoms of both a land and a group of friends with which/whom he has a fraught relationship. The opinion of 83% of JFDI members pretty much mirrors that of the character Charlie Norris, whom Alun asks to review his initial stab at writing a novel: “I read twenty pages carefully, then skipped to the end.”
Kingsley Amis won a Booker Prize and a gushing review from his writer son Martin for a novel of manners about a month or so in the life of twelve sexegenarians (more or less) whose common bonds are sex, booze and regret. Like the best of Henry James, THE OLD DEVILS reads like a play with clever and demanding prose. Unlike any Henry James I’ve read, there isn’t a single character you don’t want to beat the living shit out of.
Which means, if you read it for story and character, you want to bin it after twenty pages, let alone skip to the end. And if you read it for style, passages like “He had seen a good deal of that sort of glance at school, where he had been bullied more than his fair share for a boy not undersized, foreign or feeble…” or “there is a Welsh word truth, same word, spelt the same anyhow, and it means falsehood” make you want to hang in there.
Ultimately, this is a work by a writer about a writer, which may be why the writer Martin Amis , aside from wanting back in the will, called it a book that “stands comparison with any English novel of the century” . Mind you, he didn’t say what comparison.
3.5 stars
ERIC’S REVIEW