This Should be Written in the Present Tense by Helle Helle

This Should be Written in the Present Tense by Helle Helle is a book written in ‘staccato’ but with a mood that is distinctly ‘lamentoso’.

Short, detatched and seemingly unrelated sentences deliver the story of Dorte, a university student living alone and not going to classes. There’s a fair degree of commentary on apple trees, trains, insomnia, ex-boyfriends and her aunt (also named Dorte).

“After that the suitcase lived in my room. At one point it was a bedside table, the lamp threw a white cone of light on it all day long. I lay on the bed doing old crosswords with a biro. I didn’t have that many jobs to do, but I had to remember to turn my jeans inside out when I put them in the laundry bin.”

“They’d forgotten their picnic basket, it was sticking out from under the shrubs in the front garden. I discovered it on the Tuesday morning when I went over to catch the train. I’d tried some new eyeshadow, it was dusty green and supposed to go all the way up, only my eyelids weren’t the right shape. It was only a couple of minutes till the train was due…” Continue reading

This House of Grief by Helen Garner

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Here’s the thing when I read true crime: I struggle to withhold my own verdict. I struggle not to cast myself as judge, jury, observer. At the same time, I really try to keep an open mind, willing the author to show me aspects of the story that haven’t already been cemented by the newspapers, 60 Minutes or similar. I’m actively avoiding sharing my own judgement in regards to the Farquharson case, the subject of Helen Garner’s latest, This House of Grief, short of saying that it’s a deeply tragic story. Continue reading

Accidents of Marriage by Randy Susan Meyers

I’m going to keep this review brief, honest and to the point (scary, huh?).

I didn’t like Randy Susan Meyer’s latest, Accidents of Marriage. I know plenty of readers who did (I thoroughly enjoyed her previous book, The Comfort of Lies, which had some thoughtful and complex themes and really well-developed characters). Continue reading

Memoirs of an Ex-Prom Queen by Alix Kates Shulman

Seems that every second person in my Twitter feed is reading (or talking about) Lena Dunham’s Not That Kind of Girl. While everyone else has been busy getting stuck into Dunham, I wound the memoir-clock back to what is considered one of the first novels to emerge from the Women’s Liberation Movement (according to the Oxford Companion to Women’s Writing) – Alix Kates Shulman’s Memoirs of an Ex-Prom Queen.

Memoirs of an Ex-Prom Queen, Shulman’s debut, was published in 1972 and tells the story of Sasha Davis, following her ordinary, middle class life from childhood through to marriage and motherhood. The book is set in America during the 1940s, ’50s and ’60s, and although it is fiction, there are notable parallels between Sasha’s life and that of the author. Continue reading

The Miniaturist by Jessie Burton

A couple of years ago I made a resolution to occasionally buy books that I knew nothing about. I know, I shouldn’t strain myself, right? Anyway, the point was to seek out books that I hadn’t read reviews of; by an author that was new to me; and that didn’t have any ‘hype’. If you hang around book blogs, it’s harder than it sounds (but it’s okay, I’m coping). This is how I came across The Miniaturist by Jessie Burton.

The testimonials by S. J. Watson, Hannah Kent and Deborah Moggach (who wrote the very interesting book, Tulip Fever) on the cover of the The Miniaturist were enough to prompt me to pick it up – such an odd mix of authors singing its praises.

The story is set in Amsterdam, in 1686. The city is ruled by the sea and Calvinist burgomasters (both grim and ever-threatening), and its people shun ostentatious displays – meals of cold herrings and bread while their sugar is eaten in secret; plain woolen clothes lined with the finest furs and silks.

“Founded on risk, Amsterdam now craves certainty, a neat passage through life, guarding the comfort of its money with dull obedience.” Continue reading

Dear Committee Members by Julie Schumacher

I’ve sat on lots of committees. Lots. I’ve seen behaviour (from adults) on committees that is quite astounding. I’ve often come home from committee meetings muttering “I could fill a book with this crap…”. And although I’m having a ‘committee-free year’, I know there will be more committees in my future because as much as they sometimes make me want to bang heads together or wish that I was spending my Monday nights at home on the couch watching Made in Chelsea, I keep going back for more (in the name of getting shit done). I suspect that Julie Schumacher, author of Dear Committee Members, is also a committee-lover. Or maybe an academic-bureaucracy lover. Or maybe both*. Continue reading

Counting by 7s by Holly Goldberg Sloan

I mentioned a week or so ago that I was in a reading slump. Hours after I posted that, I ran into a friend in the supermarket, who was with her 11-year-old daughter, Stella. Stella suggested that I read Counting by 7s by Holly Goldberg Sloan and as my reading situation had been so lack lustre I figured that taking Stella’s advice would be a wise move – change of pace and all that.

It was a wise move. Counting by 7s is a lovely, different, melancholy story for tweens/ young adults. Continue reading