Monthly Archives: February 2012

The Holy Thief – William Ryan

I love historical novels, especially historical crime, so I was thrilled when I was offered William (Bill) Ryan’s debut novel, The Holy Thief,  which is set in Stalinist Moscow. I’d better start this review by saying that I know absolutely nothing about Russian history (unless you can count what can be learnt from watching Anastasia…), so was a little nervous that I wouldn’t really understand the context . However, I do have a Socialist boss who is a bit of an expert on Communist Russia, and who put up with a barrage of questions every lunch-time, which gave me a bit of background understanding.  I should make it clear that it is entirely possible to thoroughly enjoy Ryan’s novel without any background knowledge, it’s just that I’m incurably curious!

Anyway, onto the review itself. When the mutilated corpse of a young woman is found in one Moscow’s old churches, Captain Alexei Dmitriyevich Korolev, a Criminal Investigator with the Moscow Militia,  is assigned the case. The woman is identified as American by her dental work. What is left of her clothes are another indicator, as they are much finer than anything that was being produced in the Soviet Union at that time, a fact that Korolev notes ruefully. The fact that the victim was American immediately makes the case a dangerous one to be investigating;  Colonel Gregorin of the NKVD decides that the case is political, and Korolev has to be even more careful than usual, watching everything he says and does. As the novel opens, one of his colleagues has just been sent to The Zone for making a political joke which was reported by another colleague, and the threat of the NKVD, the forerunners of the KGB, hangs over the whole city.

The plot takes Korolev and his junior Investigator, Semionov, from a meeting with an American antiques expert in Moscow’s finest hotel, to being taken to a secret rendezvous with Count Kolya, the head of the Thieves, Moscow’s underworld bosses. One of Kolya’s right-hand men is the second victim of the murderer, and he thus has a vested interest in helping the militia solve the murders. However, Korolev is never sure if he is being aided or led further from the answers – the Thieves are not usually ones to help the militia without a motive of their own, and Korolev soon finds himself being pulled in opposite directions by Gregorin and Kolya, unable to report half of the conversations that he has with suspects and unable to know who to trust.

Korolev, a former soldier who fought in both the German War and against the Red Army, is full of contradictions which make him a more interesting character than the average detective. He is a loyal Soviet citizen who firmly believes in Stalin’s promise of a great new nation, but he despairs of the poverty that he sees in and around Moscow. He starts every day with prayers and keeps his most treasured possession, his bible, under his floorboards, but he accepts that the regime has outlawed religion and deconsecrated all churches. He admires the rebuilding that is going on as Moscow expands but misses the old alleyways and dark corners of his youth.

The Holy Thief has plenty of passages which give a feeling of authenticity to the novel: a football match between Korolev’s old team, Moscow Spartak, and their rivals Dinamo Moscow, and the altercations which ensue are written with verve and energy; the atmosphere of tension and worry which surround the Militia headquarters, and indeed Korolev’s whole investigation could be seen as representative of the feeling in the whole city at the time of Stalin’s Great Purge;  the awkwardness of sharing an apartment with someone you’ve never met is clearly shown, but so is the feeling of privilege in only having to share with one other family, and having one’s own bedroom, rather than just a bed in a communal room. Korolev is given a room in a prestigious area as a reward for solving a vicious rape case, and it is seen as a definite step up in society.

I really enjoyed The Holy Thief, both for the writing, which is concise yet descriptive, and the atmosphere. It’s sparked an interest in Russian history and I can’t wait to read The Bloody Meadow, the second in the series. Bill Ryan has created a fine character in Korolev, and I hope that he has a long career ahead of him.

4/5

This book was provided as a review copy by the author, but I was not paid for my review, and the views expressed are mine.


Sorry – Zoran Drvenkar

 

A taut and well-written, but deeply disturbing and occasionally confusing, thriller by the Croatian German author Zoran Drvenkar.

If you’ve done something wrong and can’t, or won’t, apologise in person, then Sorry is for you. Set up by Kris, Fauke, Wolf and Tamara, Sorry is an agency which apologises on your behalf. Preferring to deal with business matters, such as wrongful dismissal or false accusations, the four friends are understandably unprepared to be contacted by a murderer who wants absolution for his sins. What follows is a tale of child abuse, violence, retribution and delusion, which is fascinating but frequently hard to read, both due to the subject-matter and also the structure. Drvenkar has woven multiple voices into his novel, with first, third and even second person narratives piling upon each other, often in the same chapter. On top of this is ‘The Man Who Wasn’t There’, whose identity, and relevance, is a mystery until near the end. The style does take a little getting used to, but is effective in echoing the confusion caused by the murderer’s actions. The second person narrative is that of the murderer, which pulls the reader into the story immediately, although being addressed as ‘you’, when ‘you’ are nailing someone’s head to a wall in the first chapter is a little unnerving, to say the least.

Exploring the ethics of second-hand apologies and absolution, Sorry is a great novel,  with an original concept and full of tension, but not for the faint-hearted.

3.5/5

This book was provided for review purposes by www.welovethisbook.com.


Booky finds in Glasgow

Mr. Mouse and I went to Glasgow last weekend as a late Valentine’s treat, and we had a lovely time. It’s a really friendly city, with lovely shops, museums, galleries and restaurants. Rather disappointingly Mr. Mouse wouldn’t let me ask anyone to do a Taggart impression, and say ‘muhduh’ for me, but I suspect this was for the best…

We were trying to be good about how many books we bought, as our bookcases (all four of them) already have books stacked about three deep, but as ever, we came home with about fifteen. I was far better behaved, only buying five, and in my defence they’re all by authors that I love (apart from one which is just pretty).

From left to right: Hamlet, Revenge!  by Michael Innes, The New Poetry edited by A. Alvarez, and Coronor’s Pidgin by Margery Allingham.  (I also got Death of n Expert Witness  by P.D. James and A Great Deliverance by Elizabeth George, but they’re fairly ugly modern editions and didn’t warrant a photo!) I’m not usually a poetry fan, but this one was £1.95 worth of loveliness, and I never can resist a purdy Penguin.

My two favourite bookshops were the fabulous Biblocafe, which has three rooms of second-hand books, with a vegan cafe plonked in the middle. The coffee was good, and the owner, Lou, was brilliantly loud and friendly. Anyone who shares Mr. Mouse’s love for a certain brand of hideous 1970s sci-fi book-cover deserves a shout-out, I think.

The other great shop was completely different. Only five minutes walk from Biblocafe, on Otago Lane, Voltaire and Rousseau is a goldmine if you like rummaging. There’s barely any room to walk around and you have to be really careful not to be buried alive under a literary avalanche.

 This was taken as I crouched down and tried to extricate my Margery Allingham from the bottom of the huge pile of books. It was an amazing shop and we could have easily stayed in there for hours (especially as it was raining). They also have a cat, which adds approximately 300 bonus points to its fabulousness rating.

I’m sure that we’ll go back to Glasgow at some point, and we’ll definitely be visiting both of these little gems again, maybe with an empty suitcase…


Rocks in the Belly – Jon Bauer

Rocks in the Belly is a dark and unsettling debut novel from Jon Bauer.

A story of grief, jealousy and redemption, it is narrated by the same character at two different ages, eight and twenty eight. We never learn his name, but as an adult he goes by Michael, the name of his younger brother who died when he was only a day old. The boy was the only biological child of a couple who a long line of boys whom the boy greatly resented, although none as much as Robert who arrived when the boy was eight years old. Robert quickly became close to his foster mother who, in turn, seemed to her young son to value her new foster child far more than him. Robert was a little older and this age difference means that he gets privileges that add to the feelings of disparity and injustice that are building within the boy, until they come to a climax one sunny afternoon…

Twenty years later the boy returns home a man, to take care of his mother who is suffering from a brain tumour. He struggles with both guilt and frustration as he attempts to communicate with the woman who he feels failed him as a child, but whose love he always craved. She is locked in her mind apart from rare moments of lucidity. One of these comes when her son admits something that she had always suspected, and in that small moment, there is a feeling of redemption for the tortured soul of the small boy who is still trapped within the grown man.

Bauer writes fluently and the novel is compelling despite its bleakness. I can say honestly that it is hard reading- there are some moments of animal torture, and some of the passages detailing how the man treats his ill mother are particularly difficult to get through. However, the portions narrated by the young boy are mostly convincing and, although none of the characters are in any way likeable, it is a well-told tale of a family who never understood each other until it was too late.  I’m glad that I finished it (I almost gave up half-way through as I was so depressed by it), but I never wish to read it again.

2.5/5

This book was provided for review purposes by www.welovethisbook.com.


Valentine’s gifts for book lovers

Valentine’s Day is just around the corner but there’s still time to drop some hints about lovely book-themed gifts, or treat someone special (that person can definitely be yourself!)

This origami card is lovely, with a heart folded from an old Turkish text and a sweet message which looks like it’s been typed on an old typewriter. Romance and punnery, perfect for book and type geeks alike, from one of my favourite sites for literary loveliness, Bookish.

£3.00 here

I love Scrabble and this ‘upcycled’ Scrabble brooch is fabulous. Simple and striking, it also comes in ‘geek’ and ‘riot’ for the less sappy amongst you.

£8.00 here

If you don’t want to give just a card, why not give a booklet of poetry instead? This adorable little package includes poems about tea by poets such as Carol Ann Duffy, Thomas Hardy and Jo Shapcott, and a matching bookmark.  Lots of variations are available including poems on love, mothers, cats and, rather brilliantly, puddings. From old favourite, The Literary Gift Company.

£4.95 here

Love poems here

The Literary Gift Company have also just brought out three mugs like this, each with a romantic scene from a different literary classic. I’ve chosen the one featuring the first kiss between Beatrice and Benedict in Much Ado About Nothing, my favourite Shakespeare play. I love how each mug only shows a tiny bit of the scene, which made me immediately go and look it up to remind myself!

£9.95 here

I’ve been thinking a lot about how I feel about these roses. That they’re gorgeous and special (and pricey) is not in doubt, but I’ve always been adamant about not buying anything that was made by harming a book. However, these seem to be made from well-loved but falling-apart romantic novels so I’m just about reconciled to them…oh, who am I kidding, they’re beautiful!

Available as a bouquet for £75.00 here or as a single rose for £8.00.


Easy Money – Jens Lapidus

Easy Money is another book that I was sent by http://www.welovethisbook.com for review, but arrived at the same time as a couple of other violent crime novels. I was feeling a little gore-d out so (with their permission) I asked Mr. Mouse to read and review this one for me. See what he has to say about Sweden’s latest hyped-up crime author:

Easy Money, the first of a trilogy of Swedish crime novels by criminal defence lawyer Jens Lapidus, arrived in English translation last year. The book has sold more than a million copies in Sweden – a nation of nine million people. A Swedish film has already been released, and an American remake is underway. Comparisons with Stieg Larsson are now inevitable for any Scandinavian author published internationally, and Lapidus has not escaped.  Unlike the Larsson books, however, Easy Money has no heroes, no detectives and not much interest in solving mysteries. Instead, Lapidus focuses on the hidden worlds of Stockholm’s organised crime. The plot follows three main characters: a low-level criminal imprisoned on false evidence, a poor student moonlighting as a cab driver to fund a lavish lifestyle, and a Yugoslavian mob enforcer trying to stay in his boss’s affections. Each character is driven by a desire for money and status, but also by more personal quests for revenge, the search for a lost sister, and a custody battle. The cocaine trade draws the three men together, but none of them understands what the others are capable of.

Lapidus’ writing style is clipped and disjointed, full of two-word sentences and slang-heavy dialogue. Court transcripts and police reports are quoted to deliver additional information unknown to the main characters, a clever idea used to good effect. Violence is frequent and extreme. Bulging muscles, workout routines and the minutiae of Stockholm style are described in lavish detail. Fans of underworld novels and “true crime” will not be disappointed in Easy Money. Lapidus delivers a tight plot with tough, ultra-masculine characters, scary villains and gory brawls, supposedly inspired by his encounters with real criminals. There is nothing new here, despite the hype, and the reader is unlikely to learn much about Swedish society, but the right audience will find plenty to enjoy.

This book was provided for review purposes by www.welovethisbook.com

Frugal February – will I manage it?

This year I’ve decided to take part in Frugal February. Devised by Gemma over at Big Girls Browse, it was a huge success for everyone who took part last year. It has only one main rule:

I vow, for one month from 1st Feb, to avoid shopping for anything other than essentials.

It sounds so easy! How hard can it possibly be to not buy any new dresses, make-up, skin care goodies, shoes or *deep breath* books for 29 days? Luckily for me, yesterday I received a bumper box of review copies from We love This Book, which will keep me busy for at least 2 weeks, so it could be a lot worse. I also have the first book that I’m reviewing for For Books’ Sake winging its way to be as we speak, which is amazing as I’m thrilled to be writing for them. However, there are some amazing books coming out in February and it’s driving me nuts that I can’t buy them as soon as they are published. One of these, The Snow Child by Eowyn Ivey, I’ve been looking forward to for months and I’ll definitely be dashing to my local library tomorrow (publication day) to snap it up.

The whole point of Frugal February is to save money by not buying unnecessary things. Some people taking part are saving for something specific, like a flat or a holiday, and some are just trying to curb their spending habits, albeit temporarily. I’m being made redundant at the beginning of June, so I’m trying to put some money aside for that, as well as trying to save some spending money for the ‘mini-break’ that Mr. Mouse and I are going on in the middle of the month (going to a new city and not searching for second-hand bookshops is going to be tough…). I’m also seeing it as a way to try to tackle my ever-growing To Be Read pile, which is currently threatening to take over the flat. Whilst I have the 8 books to read for review, I’m going to attempt to read at least 4 from my T.B.R. pile, which should reduce it to…oh, about 137.

Finally, hopefully not being able to buy anything than necessities will make me think twice about things like spending £5 a day on lunch and coffee, when I can make it at home, or snapping up a new dress when I have some that I haven’t worn in months. The same applies to books – I have so many waiting to be read, and a big library close to where I work, so it really doesn’t make much sense to keep buying them brand new. I’m not convinced that I can give up my second-hand book habit though…

Fingers crossed that all goes well with the challenge. I’ll be taking 4 days off whilst we are in Glasgow, so I’ll be doing it for the first 4 days of March instead., which is two pay-days on which I can’t go shopping. Wish me luck!


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