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Reading lately…fiction

Here are three very different novels–maybe something for everyone? 

Fagin the Thief by Allison Epstein. I never read Oliver Twist, so I only knew that Fagin was a criminal mastermind, a trainer and taskmaster of thieving children, an anti-Semitic character written by a racist author. So I opened the book, determined that if it didn’t grab me right at the beginning, I’d put it aside. I enjoyed it and I’m glad I read it, but it has completely satisfied my interest in Oliver Twist. (I’m not a big Dickens fan.) Books that are riffs on characters in novels are hard to pull off, but great fun to read when they are successful. Kudos to Allison Epstein for this one; it’s an absorbing tale with lots of atmosphere.

So Far Gone by Jess Walter. This was such fun to read, packed with humor, great characters, and a crackling story about love and loss. Crusty old Rhys Kinnick lives off the grid, preferring his own company to the craziness of the outside world. One day, without warning, his two pre-teen grandchildren show up at his door and the world crashes in on him once more. Their mother– estranged from Rhys since he sucker-punched her husband at Thanksgiving dinner–has gone AWOL and wants Rhys to take charge of the children. Garrulous nine-year-old Asher believes he’s a chess prodigy; Leah is a perceptive, wise-cracking twelve-year-old, an expert at eye-rolling. To avoid their angry father and his right-wing associates, the three take to the road, but here I must stop and let you have the pleasure of reading on. I read Walters’ first novel, Beautiful Ruins and loved it. His books are catnip for fans of Carl Hiaasen’s novels and the novel Norwegian By Night by Sheldon Horowitz. It also reminded me of the movie Oh Brother, Where Art Thou? in the best possible way. 

Love is Blind by William Boyd. Boyd is one of the great prose stylists of contemporary British literature. That doesn’t mean that his novels are stuffy, it just means he tells a great, beautifully written story. Years ago, I read his earlier novel, Any Human Heart and loved it; I’ve been waiting for another opportunity to read more of his writing. This new novel is a rich, absorbing tale, set in fin-de-siècle Europe. The main character is Brodie Moncur, a young Scottish piano tuner, talented enough to be just the least bit arrogant. He lands his first job, tuning pianos in Edinburgh, through a favor, moves on to Paris and impresses a piano virtuoso who hires him as his personal piano tuner. When he falls in love with the virtuoso’s lover, Lika, a beautiful seductive singer, his life becomes complicated. Their forbidden passion is more dangerous than Brodie realizes and it sets his life on a different course. 

Vigil Harbor by Julia Glass

I’ve read most of Julia Glass’s novels because I love the way she develops characters. The plots are often slightly improbable, but the characters bring it off. Somehow, I missed Vigil Harbor when it came out in 2022 and recently found a used copy at my local bookstore. I was absorbed in it almost immediately. The book is set in the near future, with all the attendant issues of our warming planet.

Vigil Harbor is a town on Boston’s North Shore, an old fishing village that evolved into a wealthy enclave with a mainly white population. The residents feel lucky to live there, even though floods, severe storms, and high sea levels threaten the shore and wetlands, as they do everywhere on the coasts. People adapt as best they can. There are also threats from eco-terrorists, and that becomes an important part of the story.

When the novel opens, several marriages in the town have fractured and several families have suffered other kinds of losses. Austin, a local architect, hopes that the divorces will mean more work for him to build and renovate houses. His stepson, Brecht, home from college after a traumatic incident in New York, is trying to recover his equilibrium. Brecht is working for Celestino, the local landscaper, one of the few working-class people who live in town. A stranger arrives who knew Celestino years ago, someone who stirs up dangerous memories. Celestino is frightened as he watches Ernesto ingratiate himself with all the women. Another new arrival in town is Petra, posing as a journalist. She contacts Austin about writing a biography but her real motive is revenge for his abandonment of a former lover. In a lovely, fantastical touch, the mermaid Issa takes human form to warn the world about damage to the ocean. Her innocence is a heartbreaking contrast to the rest of the characters, who are anxious and uneasy in a world of ongoing catastrophes. Each chapter is told from the point of view of a different person, their stories gradually interlocking until the explosive ending.

What I love about Julia Glass’s novels is her generous spirit towards her characters, the way she gives them back stories and fully formed lives, inviting us to share their dreams and fears. There’s real life on the page, and that’s what I look for in a novel.

Now that I’ve checked my Goodreads list, I can see that I’ve read all her novels–I guess I’m a fan. If you haven’t read any of her novels, I’d recommend starting with Three Junes.

Three Junes

The Whole World Over 

I See You Everywhere

The Widower’s Tale

And the Dark Sacred Night

A House Among the Trees

Unlikely Spy Fiction

I’ve read several books in the last few years about ordinary people recruited as spies. I think it’s a mini-genre. Have you noticed? Here they are in order of how much I enjoyed them.

This past year, I read Gabriel’s Moon by William Boyd, about a young man, a travel writer, who accidentally scores an interview with Patrice Lumumba, newly elected president of the People’s Republic of the Congo. (The time is the early 1960s.) The next thing Gabriel knows, Lumumba’s been assassinated and his interview has been buried by the press. Suddenly he acquires a handler from MI6 and his life is turned upside down. A frightening incident from Gabriel’s childhood ratchets up the tension. Boyd is a lovely, graceful writer; this one’s a keeper.

Then there was Transcription by Kate Atkinson, in which a young woman is recruited during World War II to keep an eye on British Fascists. Years later, when she’s sure that part of her life is a thing of the past, it catches up with her. Atkinson’s one of my favorite authors and I thought Transcription was quite good. Anything Atkinson writes about World War II is excellent.

I enjoyed Ilium by Lea Carpenter, in which an unnamed young woman, looking for adventure, falls in love with, Marcus, a sophisticated older man. Just when everything is going well, he asks her for a “favor.” Marcus turns out to be a spy, involved in a CIA/Mossad plot called Operation Ilium. Our narrator agrees to help; she becomes the unlikely art advisor to a wealthy Russian family on Cap Ferrat. Various unreliable players ratchet up the suspense as our narrator tries to find the moral center.

And lastly, there’s Ian McEwan’s Sweet Tooth, set during the Cold War, about a young woman recruited by MI5 to encourage writers with the right sort of politics to keep writing. Some reviewers took it seriously as a spy novel, some thought it was a spoof of spy novels. I thought it was lightweight McEwan, moderately entertaining, a good book for the summer.

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