"The Escaped Cock" by D H Lawrence

This novella about Jesus (never actually called Jesus) after his resurrection was published, after Lawrence had died, as 'The Man Who Died', a title Lawrence had resisted. 

Trigger warning: blasphemy. As you might expect from such an iconoclastic author, much of the content would be deemed shockingly heretical by orthodox Christians. Jesus survives crucifixion because he has been cut down too early, rather than through any divine intervention. He rejects his calling: “How good it is to have fulfilled my mission, and to be beyond it. Now I can be alone, and leave all things to themselves, and the fig tree may be barren if it will, and the rich may be rich. My way is my own alone.” (p 26). He wanders off to 'find himself' part of which involves losing his virginity. Guess what he means when he says "I am risen!" (p 62). Some people would think that was blasphemous.

He also pities Judas: “I know I wronged Judas, my poor Judas.” (p 18) This might also be considered blasphemy, or heresy, but as the Judas in Jesus Christ Superstar points out, without him there would have been no crucifixion (and therefore no resurrection) and if God is really all-powerful then Judas can at best be seen as a puppet and a scapegoat.

There are many other phrases taken from the Bible, for example: “And last, the eyes opened. On to the dark. ... Yet perhaps there was a pale chink of the all-disturbing light, prising open the pure dark. ... And again it was finished.” (pp 6 - 7)

The very Lawrencian theme is the fierce forcefulness of life:

• “The young cock crowed. ... It was the necessity to live, and even to cry out the triumph of life.” (p 13)
• “The man who had died looked nakedly on life, and saw a vast resoluteness everywhere flee itself up in stormy or subtle wave-crests, foam-tips emerging out of the blue invisible, a black and orange cock or the green flame-tongues out of the extremes of the fig tree. They came forth, these things and creatures of spring, glowing with desire and with assertion.” (p 14)
• “The destiny of life seemed more fierce and compulsive to him even then the destiny of death.” (p 15)

It is written in the past tense and the third person and mostly from the PoV of "the man who died". 

It starts with the story of a young rooster who is cocksure and proud but whose peasant master fears might escape so the cockerel is tethered by a strong to his leg. Following his escape from the tomb, the man who died takes refuge with the peasant family and empathises with the bird. When he leaves to go on his travels, he takes the cock with him.

In the second part of the narrative he meets a priestess of Isis on the Levantine coast.

The prose is splendidly muscular. Could anyone but Lawrence write “She stood among the dry trunks of the outermost pines, on the rocks under which the sea smote and sucked, facing the open where the bright sun gloried in winter.” (p 33)? "The sea smote and sucked" Wow!

He is unafraid of repetition. His prose is already as strong as the torso of a boxer but with these repetitions it punched the reader into submission. But the repetitions are perfectly consonant with the original source, the Bible (although the Testaments probably used repetitions because they were principally delivered orally and this technique aided memory).

I was a little surprised at the number of exclamation marks Lawrence uses! In this way he is a little closer to the Victorians than to modern fiction writing.

But mostly I just gloried in the brilliance of Lawrence's prose.

Selected quotes:

• “At the same time, at the same hour before dawn, on the same morning, a man awoke from a long sleep in which he was tied up. He woke numb and cold, inside a carved hole in the rock.” (p 5)
• “Who would want to come back from the dead?” (p 6)
• “And in the safety of the yard, the young cock was dear to him, as it shouted in the helpless zest of life, and finished in the helpless humiliation of being tied by the leg.” (p 22)
• “In the tomb he had slipped that noose which we call care.” (p 26)

August 2026; 68 pages

Originally published in 1929 by Black Sun Press

My paperback edition was issued by Renard Press in 2026

This review was written by

the author of Bally and Bro, Motherdarling 

and The Kids of God

"Missing Person" by Patrick Modiano

 A short novel by a French Nobel Laureate.

A list of other winners of the Nobel Prize for Literature can be found here.

A private investigator leaves work when his boss retires, to dedicate himself to tracking down his own past, which he has forgotten because of amnesia.

It's a great book for two reasons: one is the way the investigator assembles truth, the second is the way the novel explores identity.

The concept which enables the author to create a sort of Noir mystery novel. The PI follows clues to track down people who might have known him in the past, although they often say they don't recognise him, or if they do, they give ambiguous or conflicting testimonies. He uses photographs, government records and eyewitness accounts to try and piece together a coherent narrative for himself. But is he joining the jigsaw pieces together correctly? “Until now everything has seemed so chaotic, so fragmented ... Scraps, shreds have come to light as a result of my searches ... But then that is perhaps what a life amounts to ...” (Ch 40) he asks himself, and then immediately worries: “Is it really my life I'm tracking down? Or someone else's into which I have somehow infiltrated myself?” (Ch 40) That's a question that I, as reader, had been asking for some time.

When he finally begins to remember - at which point the memories arrive with startling clarity, so vivid that they might almost be illusory reconstructions, just like a fiction itself - he remembers himself trying to escape France during the Nazi occupation of World War Two.

This allows Modiano to explore the idea that one's identity depends on one's memories, and one's memories can be fuzzy, imprecise and equivocal if not downright false. He repeatedly returns to an image of evanescent vapour, from the very start to the finish:

• “I am nothing. Nothing but a pale shape, silhouetted that evening against the cafe terrace, waiting for the rain to stop.” (first lines)
• “Strange people. the kind that leave the nearest blur behind them, soon vanished. Hutte and I often used to talk about these traceless beings. They spring up out of nothing one fine day and return there, having sparkled a little. Beauty queens. Gigolos. Butterflies. Most of them, even when alive, had no more substance than steam which will never condense.” (Ch 8)
• “We were gradually becoming invisible. Even our town clothes ... melted into this fog. Who knows? Perhaps we would end up evaporating altogether. Or we would merge with the mist which covered the windows, this stubborn mist you could not wipe off.” (Ch 37)
• “A little girl is returning from the beach, at dusk, with her mother. She is crying for no reason at all, because she would have liked to continue playing. She has already turned the corner of the street, and do not our life dissolve into the evening as quickly as this grief of Childhood?” (last lines)

He counterpoints the essential indistinctness and confusion of his narrator with crystal clear descriptions of the external world, of which these are just a few examples:

• “A veranda which overlooked a pond. To the left, a small hump-back bridge, in the Chinese style, led to another bungalow, on the other side of the pond. The French windows were brilliantly lit up and I could seek couples moving behind them. They were dancing. Snatches of music reached us.” (Ch 2)
• “Everything about him was round. His face, his blue eyes and even the thin moustache, cut in an arc. His mouth too, and his plump and dimpled hands. He made me think of those balloons children hold on a string and which they sometimes release to see how high they will climb.” (Ch 7)
• “No furniture, except for an old divan, covered in worn red velvet upholstery on which we sat. He took a pipe from his pocket and lit it calmly. The stained glass windows gave the daylight that filtered through a pale blue tint.” (Ch 11)
• “We were standing before a lawn like the one I had tried to cross to reach the chateau, but here, the grass was not nearly so high. To my astonishment, the back of the chateau did not conform at all with its facade: it was built of gray stone. The roof was not the same either: on this side it was more elaborate, with cut off corners and gables, so that a house which at first sight looked like a Louis XIII chateau, from the back looked like one of those late-nineteenth-century seaside resort mansions.” (Ch 11)
• “The cigarette and pipe smoke irritated my eyes and made me cough a little. There was a smell of lard in the air.” (Ch 17)

It's a bit like the way Kafka makes us believe in his fantastical worlds by describing them in terms of everyday reality. I suspect that, without the opposition of his detailed descriptions, the ambiguities of identity would be less obvious.

A classic, worthy of a Nobel laureate.

The English title makes a lot of sense, although perhaps 'Missing Identity' might be more accurate, but is in no way a translation of the French title, Rue des Boutiques Obscures which I translate as 'The Street of Strange Shops' and which itself seems to derive from what the author describes as "my old address in Rome: Via delle Botteghe Oscure" (Ch 47)

Selected quotes:

• “He stared as though the light of a projector had been turned on his face.” (Ch 7)
• “The Eiffel Tower generally so reassuring, looked like a hulk of oxidized scrap-iron.” (Ch 7)
• “In the end, we were all ‘beach men’ and that ‘the sand’ ... ‘keeps the traces of our footsteps only a few moments’.” (Ch 8)
• “I've just returned from the Golden Tripe Competition ... I was one of the judges. We had to swallow a hundred and seventy pieces of tripe over a period of one half days” (Ch 10)

August 2026; 180 pages
First published in French as Rue des Boutiques Obscures in 1978 by Editions Gallimard
My English translation by Daniel Weissbort was first published by Jonathan Cape in 1980. I read the Penguin paperback version of this which was issued in 2019.

This review was written by

the author of Bally and Bro, Motherdarling 

and The Kids of God

Other novels by Modiano reviewed in this blog:

• In the Cafe of Lost Youth
• The Black Notebook

Other novels by French authors which I have reviewed in this blog may be found here.

"Death in a Shetland Family" by Marsali Taylor

 

These murder mysteries starring sailor and sleuth Cass Lynch are getting better with each novel. 

In fact, the whodunnit element is increasingly taking a back seat to an exploration of life in the Shetlands. In this novel we enter the horse world with an escaped stallion and a horse show. We learn about crofting, Roman Catholicism, and genetics. And, of course, there is the sailing.

There is also a murder. Cass doesn't know the family herself, but she knows those who do. She listens to the gossip, weaving together the testimonies to try to find a story. Red herrings are deftly presented. Ambiguities are exploited. And in the end Cass is imperilled, captured, fleeing, hunted. This is a skilfully written classic cosy crime with a dash of jeopardy.

Gavin, the policeman boyfriend? He is in the Highlands because his mother is ill. Meanwhile Cass has to tend their small-holding, including hens, ponies and sheep. She worries whether she can cope with living off the water.

Real characters with real dilemmas.

And the book is brightened by some fabulous descriptive passages, of which my favourite were:

• "Even though it was a bonny day, blue and warm as summer, the colours had turned. The orange hens-and-chickens along the Tingwall verges had withered to brown lollipop heads, and the royal purple of the heather on the hill behind them had bleached to a creamy white, with blue pincushions of scabious growing through." (Ch 1)
• "Kitten was the colours of spices shaken over a worktop, ginger and nutmeg and cinnamon all mixed together" (Ch 2)
• "I woke to a shepherd’s warning; the glass of the window reflected a red light onto the white shade of the overhead lamp, and the window framed thin cirrus tinged coral-gold which faded as the sun rose. A grey shroud lay over the hills, somewhere between a summer heat haze and an autumn mist. In the garden, a last magenta rose flared among the cloud shape of the daisy bushes." (Ch 4)
• "The sea was fretted over with ripples; the hills were auburn, with hummocks of moss like jade rocks among the heather." (Ch 7)
• "I looked west as I came out of Cribba Sound, past the Atlantic swell rolling in from the sea road leading to where there was nothing in the world but your ship poised on a saucer of shining water under a great arch of sky, and felt my heart ache for it." (Ch 9)
• "It was only five o’clock, but the light was already mellowing to tints of evening, the hills dusted with gold, the moorgrass stems glistening. The yellow buttons of tansy by the gate were translucent above their fresh green leaves." (Ch 9)
• "The sun was behind the hills now, but there were slanting gold shafts of light through the gaps in the clouds, and over the soft green hills, and the sound was filled with whisky-amber water." (Ch 21)

Marsali Taylor must be a talented artist: she can certainly paint irresistible pictures with words. These passages are a literary equivalent of a promotional film for the Shetlands tourist board. If only she hadn't mentioned the midges!

She's also very good with psychology, showing a deep understand of human (and, in the first quote, horse) nature:

• "He’s got himself into that high state where he wants things to be back to normal but doesn’t quite know how to get there, like a toddler refusing to go to bed." (Ch 1)
• "Even Vaila, who knew her own mind and shared it generously, paused to think when Rainbow suggested caution." (Ch 2)
• "He oozed superiority, but if he really felt that far above us all, he wouldn’t need to try so hard." (Ch 3)
• "‘So,’ I said, summing up, ‘a man in possession of a good croft needs a wife with a good income to support him.’" (Ch 16) Okay, she's nicked that one but it's a lovely bit of humour.

This series now transcends the crime genre. Exceptionally entertaining but also a delightful read.

July 2026

Published by Headline Accent in 2026

This review was written by

the author of Bally and Bro, Motherdarling 

and The Kids of God

This is the fourteenth novel in a crime fiction series that gets better and better. The books, in order, with alternative names, are:

• Death on a Shetland Longship
• The Trowie Mound Murders (Buried in a Shetland Tomb)
• A Handful of Ash (The Shetland Night Killings)
• The Body in the Bracken (Grave of a Shetland Sailor)
• Ghosts of the Vikings (The Shetland Poisonings)
• Death in Shetland Waters
• Death on a Shetland Isle
• Death from a Shetland Cliff
• The Shetland Sea Murders
• A Shetland Winter Mystery
• Death in a Shetland Lane
• Death at a Shetland Festival
• An imposter in Shetland

"Outside Looking In" by T C Boyle

 

A novelisation of the story of Timothy Leary and his promotion of LSD.

After a 'Prelude' set in Basel in 1943 in which we learn of the discovery of LSD from the point of view of the discoverers research assistant, we move to Harvard in 1962 where Professor Tim Leary is conducting 'research' into the effects of psilocybin, ostensibly to see whether its hallucinogenic properties could be used in the treatment of mental issue (a debate still very much alive today, with some scientific evidence that it can but other suggestions that it is no better than alternative treatments). 

The psychologist researchers, and their families, start experimenting at parties in Harvard, before spending a couple of summer vacations in Mexico, before being expelled by the authorities and dismissed by Harvard and ending up living in a giant commune in New York State. Sexual boundaries start to dissolve, the children become feral, and the local authorities start to persecute them.

The first and third sections are narrated in the past tense and 3td person from the point of view of Fitz, a graduate student who feels himself on the outside and desperately wants to be part of the inner circle. The middle section is narrated by his wife, Joanie. 

The finish of the book was so sudden that, even though I knew there could not be more than one or two pages, I turned the page looking for the start of the next paragraph. And yet it was a good line to end on.

This novel links to real people and other works of art. Tim Leary was real and his Castalia foundation was named after the sect in Herman Hesse's The Glass Bead Game. The music of the Beatles is mostly despised by the psychologists who adore jazz and Satie's Gymnopedies. One of their heroes is Aldous Huxley; his latest novel Island is mentioned. Another is Ken Kesey, a fellow psychologist whose debut novel One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest is also mentioned. Kesey later appears with his Pranksters in their coach, as documented by Tom Wolfe in The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test. 

Wolfe's book is so outrageous - consonant with its subject - that it might be thought to overshadow this novel. But the two have different aims. Wolfe is celebrating psychedelia. Boyle is chronicling the damage caused by the hedonistic lifestyle - and it doesn't need to be mind-altering drugs, it could have been alcohol, or sexual promiscuity, or gourmandising, or even unbridled capitalistic consumerism - to the participants. Yes, the 'squares' in society are repressive but the true dangers lie in ignoring real relationships in the obsessive pursuit of elusive dreams. It could equally well apply to writing a novel.

I enjoyed this book. There were some delightful moments and there are some interesting descriptions of the hallucinations caused by taking these drugs, although that was somewhat downplayed compared to the more experimental fiction concerning drug abuse. It is particularly good at portraying the bleak realities of ordinary life, dramatically juxtaposed against the siren promise of chemical liberation.

Selected quotes:

• “Did you see the way the daffodils are pushing up everywhere? I thought somebody'd smeared the whole landscape with butter while we were asleep.” (Prelude)
• “Table legs. the antimacassar on the chair. The end table, the telephone, my shoes! Everything has a life of its own totally independent of us.” (Prelude)
• “This haggard red-faced pathetically ordinary woman who wouldn't have known transcendence if it swooped her up on angels’ wings and sailed her high out of the glittering crest of the universe.” (1.1)
• “Mid-January, bleak as the bottom of a shoe” (1.2)
• “Interiority by its very definition was exclusive, selfish even.” (1.7)
• “The village and its stew of smells.” (2.1)
• “She'd ... watched the full moon scroll its icy script across the face of every wave in existence.” (2.1)
• “They’d gone back to the apartment with the mouse turds, only to find that it too had been taken by somebody whose level of desperation must have been positively Dostoevskian.” (2.3)
• “Worlds collided, glaciers calved, civilizations marched across the landscape erecting temples and tearing them down and starting all over again.” (3.1)
• “Nothing quite fit right, as if the world were a suit of clothes that had shrunk in the dryer and had to be pinched and tugged till it stretched back out again.” (3.2)
• “A June morning, the air heavy as a wet sock and the sun hanging unencumbered overhead.” (3.4)
• “He saw himself as from a distance, a partially dressed great ape with a tube of tobacco in one hand and the concentrated residue of a caffeinated plant in the other.” (3.4)
• “For a long while he sat there on her bed while the sun backed away from him inch by inch across the carpet till it hung suspended in the window and finally dropped out of sight.” (3.6)

July 2026; 385 pages

First published in the US by Ecco Press in 2019
My paperback edition issued in 2020.

This review was written by

the author of Bally and Bro, Motherdarling 

and The Kids of God

"Flagey in Winter" by Simon Mundy

 

An ensemble comedy of manners, this novel returns us to the characters established in its precursor, Flagey in Autumn, the staff and customers of the Cafe Franck in Place Flagey in Brussels. 

In early January, the weather is cold and icy, so when Elise, skiing with her brother Artur in Bolsano, Italy, ends up in hospital, her lover Fidel is summoned to her side. It being Sunday, and he being too old to be fluent with making travel arrangements online, the friends pitch in to help ... and some decide to accompany him. Funded by Russian Nikita, who has closed her gallery for the time being, Fidel is sent with Mercedes (Nikita's employee) and her new boyfriend (a new character) Rory, a Scottish journalist. Later they will be joined by Catrina and her boyfriend barista Patrice, by Nikita herself, by Esko the Finnish MEP and his new girlfriend French filmstar Amelie, and by Agnestina who is newly out of love with Flamand and whose laptop was used to make the bookings.

Back in Brussels, Bruno is bested by unaccredited lobbyist Tyron Wangstrutt. 

I found this sequel slightly disappointing. Like love, the first book had the excitement of discovering new characters, while this had the stale feeling you get when the joy of fresh love starts to become routine. The only pairing that still sparkled was that of Esko and Amelie and that was only because Amelie's filmstar antics made Esko (and me) permanently on edge as to whether he would be dumped or not.

However, it was fun. I am developing affections for each of them (except, perhaps, Saskia). I hope poor Mariana finds love soon! Flamand? 

I wondered whether the split setting quite worked: the joy of the first book had been that all the shenanigans had been focused tightly in one place.

The third person omniscient viewpoint enables the reader to eavesdrop on the thoughts of each of the characters and the constant flitting from one to another keeps the narrative from flagging. It was a very easy read (two days) and there were many moments of quiet humour. I enjoyed reading this book.

I look forward to reading the sequel, Flagey in Spring.

Selected quotes:

• "If in doubt, procrastinate." (Sunday: First thing)
• "Museums bored her even more than being bored." (Sunday carried on: Cold wine for a cold Sunday)
• "She growled in frustration, a scarring contralto growl like parts of an engine disintegrating" (Sunday carried on: Cold wine for a cold Sunday)
• "Old age was what happened to other people, like being born a man." (Friday: What might have been)

July 2026; 239 pages
Published by Hay Press in 2024

This review was written by

the author of Bally and Bro, Motherdarling 

and The Kids of God

"Flagey in Autumn" by Simon Mundy

 An ensemble novel, much like the Scotland Street series of Alexanderr McCall Smith, such as 44, Scotland Street (2005) and its sequels such as Espresso Tales (2005), Love Over Scotland (2006), The World According to Bertie (2007) and The Unbearable Lightness of Scones (2008).

Flagey in Autumn (and its sequels) is about the customers of the Cafe Franck on Place Flagey in Brussels. It starts on a Saturday and ends on the following Saturday. The first few sections are inevitably crowded with details: we are meeting most of the cast in a few pages. I resorted to making notes. But by the time Sunday had arrived, I was confident I knew who was who. From then on, as the plot lines wove and intersected, I enjoyed the ride.

It was an entertaining book with some nice character development. I look forward to meeting the cast again in the sequels, Flagey in Winter and Flagey in Spring. 

Selected quotes:

• "To go back to Derby was the sort of slow death reserved for spinsters in a Victorian novel." (Saturday: Catrina mulls)
• "She thought of herself as a bundle of bones with random splatterings of flesh, as though they had been slapped on by a disinterested sculptor." (Saturday: Oops)
• "Fidel could talk about football – it was incumbent to his image as an intellectual with his instincts still rooted in the people – but the actual watching of a game truly horrified him" (Sunday: Above and Below)
• "The professor bellowed. It was the sound of an enraged intellect or, as his grinning colleague Wilfred Tinnemans decided two doors down, the sound an ox makes when the cowman slips a tight rubber ring round its balls. The meeting was going to be a lot of fun." (Monday: Elise considers)
• "It was a relief not to have a lover who, like the French girls, knew everything about love-making and marked him out of ten while he put his clothes on." (Wednesday: Considerations)
• "She was not a woman to walk on air. There was a slight lack of co-ordination about her movements that suggested that, had she tried to walk on air, she would have fallen off." (Wednesday: New jobs)
• "He looked like an elderly tomcat who had found an endless supply of cream." (Thursday: Late lecture)
• "Those with nothing more pressing to do: foreigners between meetings, writers between pages, artists between brush strokes or pausing in the search for random objects to install. And students." (Thursday: Ruptures in paradise)
• “Politics is not about great plans; it is about great management of the unexpected which makes everyone think you had great plans” (Friday: No time for contemplation)

July 2026; 256 pages in the print version

Published in April 2015 by Hay Press

I read the kindle version

This review was written by

the author of Bally and Bro, Motherdarling 

and The Kids of God

Also by Simon Mundy and reviewed in this blog: 

• The Fragile Land: a new take on the Arthurian legend

Synopsis: spoiler alert

Dutch Saskia bumps into English Catrina, causing her to spill tea on Spanish Mercedes. Because she refuses to apologise, barista Patrice bans her from the cafe. He then turns his attention to Catrina and that night they will end up in his bed. Fidel, a Professor of rhetoric, watches ... and recognises Elise, another cafe worker, from the bar in the jazz club on Friday night. Fidel and Elise will also start an affair that night after he discovers that she has moved in to the flat below his.

Saskia has lunch in another cafe. Leaving it, she sees Catina and Patrice across the square. They converge with hostile intentions but collide with bystander fat Louise, knocking her over. Saskia helps Louise back to her flat and spontaneously embarks upon her first lesbian experience.

Esko, a Finnish MEP, goes to a film festival and leaves with French film star Amelie. They are photographed kissing. By Tuesday they are in the papers and Amelie is besieged by reporters inside Esko's flat. Esko's wife Rikka, a Finnish MP in Helsinki, dumps him over the phone.

Mariana, Esko's parliamentary assistant, is in love with him and angry about his affair with Amelie. She tries to seduce Esko but fails. He takes her to lunch and gives her a job working with Writers Against Injustice.

Fidel's office at the university has been tidied and painted. He is furious. Elise persuades him to start the Utterly Free University, where lectures will be online and available via podcast, to be funded by advertising. He hates new technology but also hates lecturing in person so he resigns.

Catrina, who is yet another parliamentary assistant, hates her Tory boss so she asks a Welsh Nationalist Green MEP for a job ... and gets it.

Mercedes is turned down for a job with an Italian lobbying company and instead takes a job with Nikita, the Russian owner of an art gallery.

Agnestina is looking for Flamand in the cafe but doesn't see him because he is hidden behind fat Louise. When they finally meet again, each thinks the other jilted them. The situation is resolved when Patrice shows them what happened on the cafe's CCTV.

Esko is elected head of his parliamentary group because of the way he has successfully dealt with the media in the last week.

"The Girls of Slender Means" by Muriel Spark

Set in a charity-run boarding-house, the May of Teck Club, in London towards the end and immediately after the second world war, this delightful novel starts with keen observation of some of the girls who live in the house, and a couple of their boy-friends, and ends with a bang.

The early part is driven by piquing the reader's curiosity. Nicholas Farringdon has become a missionary and been killed in Haiti. Jane, who lived in the house and worked for a publisher to whom Nicholas submitted a book, now a journalist, wants to find out what motivated a man who slept around to become a celibate Brother.

The story is told in the third person omniscient and the past tense. It hops between the time just after the death of Nicholas and the days when the GOSM lived in the boarding-house.

There are a couple of extended metaphors. 

• Joanna's eloquent recital of poetry is compared to a cat playing with e mouse: “Poetry which she loved rather as it might be assumed a cat loves birds; poetry, especially the declamatory sort, excited and possessed her; she would pounce on the stuff, play with it quivering in her mind, and when she had got it by heart, she spoke it forth with devouring relish.” (Ch 1)
• There's a lot of covert sex in this description of Nicholas sleeping with Selina. “It was not the first instance of a man taking a girl to bed with the aim of converting her soul, but he, in great exasperation, felt that it was, and poignantly, in bed, willed and willed the awakening of her social conscience. after which, he sighed softly into his pillow with a limp sense of achievement, and presently rose to find, with more exasperation than ever, that he had not in the least conveyed his vision of perfection to the girl.” (Ch 7). Poignant derives from a Latin work meaning 'prick'. The 'willed and willed' suggests the repeated insertion of the willy, a slang term for penis. The 'limp' and 'presently rose' suggest the penis in its flaccid and erect states. Spark is suggesting that the idealised love felt by Nicholas for Selina is rooted in carnality.

It is written with Spark's trademark elegance. She takes time to explore the mostly eccentric characters involved before heading for the culminating scene. It is perfectly plotted, with lots of subtle foreshadowing. Short and easy to read, I found this delightful little novel very enjoyable.

Selected quotes:

• “Long ago in 1945 all the nice people in England were poor, allowing for exceptions. The streets of the cities were lined with buildings in bad repair or in no repair at all, bomb-sites piled with stony rubble, houses like giant teeth in which decay had been drilled out, leaving only the cavity.” (Ch 1)
• “Everyone carried shopping bag in case they should be lucky enough to pass a shop that had a sudden stock of something off the rations.” (Ch 1)
• “Few people alive at the time were more delightful, more ingenious, more movingly lovely, and, as it might happen, more savage, than the girls of slender means.” (Ch 1)
• “Dorothy could emit, at any hour of the day or night, a waterfall of debutante chatter, which rightly gave the impression that on any occasion between talking, eating and sleeping, she did not think, except in terms of these phrase-ripples of hers.” (Ch 3)
• “The beautiful heedless poverty of a Golden Age did not come into the shilling meter life which any sane girl would regard only as a temporary one until better opportunities occurred.” (Ch 4)
• “It never really occurred to her that literary men, if they like women at all, do not want literary women but girls.” (Ch 5)
• “Elsewhere on the globe people slept, queued for liberation-rations, beat the tom-toms, took shelter from the bombers, or went for a ride on a dodgem at the fun-fair.” (Ch 8)

Synopsis: spoiler alert

After a little explication of the May of Teck Club, the boarding-house in which the GOSM live, Jane phones Dorothy to tell her that Nicholas has been martyred in Haiti. We then jump back in time to be introduced to the characters, including: 

• Joanna, who gives elocution lessons through recitations of poetry, including the Psalms, 
• Greggie, one of the older members, who keeps the garden maintained and is convinced there is an unexploded bomb in it (a version of Chekhov's gun, you know this bomb will ast some point explode), 
• Selina who wants to access the roof so she can sleep on it with boyfriends but is baulked by the fact that the skylight has been bricked up so she finds she can wriggle through a seven inch wide window because she is a slender girl, as well as having slender means (word-play in the title!)
• Anne who can manage the window if naked and smeared with soap and owns a Schiaparelli evening dress which they all borrow
• Jane who woks for a publisher, finding the flaws in authors' manuscripts so that the publisher can persuade the author to negotiate their contracts; she also writes fan letters to authors in the hope they will reply because their handwriting (even just their signatures) can be sold to collectors
• George the publisher and his wife Tilly,
• Nicholas, who wants to sleep with Selina, on the Club roof,
• Felix, an American, married to Gareth in America, who is sleeping with Selina but passes her on to Nicholas when Gareth decides to come to England to visit.

Jane agrees to forge a letter for Nicholas praising his book so that George, her employer, will be persuaded to negotiate better terms with Nicholas. Feeling guilty, Jane invites Tilly to lunch at the club on a day when Felix's wife Gareth is to give a talk about Ethical Guardianship. Tilly is persuaded to try to get through the window to go onto the roof but, despite stripping naked, gets stuck. Nicholas is called to climb onto the roof via the American military offices next door, to push Tilly back through the window but as he is on the roof, the unexploded bomb explodes (told you!). Tilly is popped back through the window. A gas main catches fire and the house begins to burn. The girls on the upper floors are trapped, except for the couple that can squeeze through the window. Skinny Selina actually pops back to collect the Schiaparelli dress. The fire brigade arrives and starts to unblock the skylight. Most of the girls escape before the building collapses but Joanna, reciting Psalms, is crushed in the masonry. 

July 2026; 142 pages

First published by Macmillan in 1963

My paperback edition was issued by Penguin in 2020

This review was written by

the author of Bally and Bro, Motherdarling 

and The Kids of God

Muriel Spark novels:

• The Comforters (1957)
• Robinson (1958)
• Memento Mori (1959)
• The Ballad of Peckham Rye (1960)
• The Bachelors (1960)
• The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie (1961)
• The Girls of Slender Means (1963)
• The Mandelbaum Gate (1965)
• The Public Image (1968) – shortlisted for Booker Prize
• The Driver's Seat (1970) – shortlisted for Booker Prize
• Not To Disturb (1971)
• The Hothouse by the East River (1973)
• The Abbess of Crewe (1974)
• The Takeover (1976)
• Territorial Rights (1979)
• Loitering with Intent (1981) – shortlisted for Booker Prize
• The Only Problem (1984)
• A Far Cry from Kensington (1988)
• Symposium (1990)
• Reality and Dreams (1996)
• Aiding and Abetting (2000)
• The Finishing School (2004)

"Heronsbrook" by Edward Picot

 A series of nonlinear short stories mingled with a few poems.

Apart from the first story, ‘Cousin Sheila’s Money’, the stories are told from a variety of perspectives which make up the narrative when pieced together. This allows the possibility of unreliable narrators which is seen most clearly in the story 'He Fell and Stumbled'. Here accounts of a violent assault are remembered differently by the victim, by the man jailed for the assault, by another man involved and by an onlooker. Other details are also inconsistent, for example the location of the skateboarder's piercing.

This technique of the creation of a mosaic of monologues is also seen in:

• Belgium, about a man who has oesophageal cancer
• The Waiting Room, which concerns characters in a doctor's waiting room and the mysterious man whom they all half-recognise
• The Greyhound Murder, featuring a very strange half-naked man with devilish characteristics
• An Unimportant Story, one line of which links to 'Belgium'.

Most of these are written in simple declarative sentences which explore the character's interiority. In most cases, these inner thoughts are well-structured, although there is considerable use of repetition in 'An Unimportant Story'.

'Colours' is quite different. Here there is only one character narrating although she seems to have different moods which are characterised by different colours. Her thoughts come in an unpunctuated cascade of words and this gave a feeling that she has an intellectual or emotional disability; in the 'red' section she considers killing her mother. It reminded me of the first section of 'The Sound and the Fury' by William Faulkner, although Picot's version was more controlled and easier to decipher. 

The collection also includes a few poems, of which my favourite was 'Heron'

Selected quotes:

• “Sometimes it’s as if Jamie really was stuck in Belgium and I was on a boat watching him dwindle into the distance.” (Belgium)
• “Shining golden bubbles forming a chain connecting you to the surface where it's still bright. You have to drag them in through this big heavy thing in your mouth and push them back out again ... It's like dragging a bright chain through a rusty hole and then pushing it back out.” (Belgium)
• “You look at the clock, and it’s eleven. Or you look at the calendar, and it’s March. Or you look at your life, and you’re middle-aged.” (Waiting Room)
• “Time is your currency. You don’t experience it, you spend it.” (Waiting Room)
• “You’re waiting for something to happen. You don’t know what, but something. This isn’t your real life. Your real life hasn’t begun yet. You’re waiting for it to begin.” (Waiting Room)
• “We all lose our way sooner or later. The world gets too complicated, and we lose our way in the tangles. But the river goes on forever, pouring itself out.” (An Unimportant Story)
• “On the way back from London the train slowed and stopped in the middle of nowhere. They do that sometimes. Outside the window was a bank of brambles, half of them grey and lifeless, the other half tinged with red and starting to bud. There was a kind of architectural quality to them: the pattern they made was infinitely dense and complex, like strap work in the Book of Kells, but because it was early in the year and they weren't yet covered in leaves, you could see that basically it was just an arrangement of arches, arches of many different sizes, criss-crossing each other over and over again.” (An Unimportant Story)
• “The two dragons on it are circling around a pearl, or a disc, or perhaps it's meant to be the sun. I'm afraid I really don't know what they're circling around, perhaps it's an egg, but it gives them their pattern. Do you see what I mean?” (An Unimportant Story)
• “Grey scholar stooped over/ this rippled sheet, scrutinizing watermarks.” (Heron)

I was impressed by this collection. The '360 degree appraisal' technique worked very well, especially when the accounts didn't tally. The stories piqued my curiosity and, having open endings, never quite satisfied it, which I particularly enjoy. I look forward to reading a fuller length work from this author.

July 2026; 153 pages

Independently published on Amazon in 2024

This review was written by

the author of Bally and Bro, Motherdarling 

and The Kids of God

"C'est la vie" by Pascal Garnier

A prize-winning author gets into trouble in this unconventional novella which mixes detective noir with Kafka. The plot, at times farcically surreal, upends the conventions of the crime novel. Moments of metafiction bleed into the narrative. But this principal delight lies in the acerbic asides on modern life mixed with some stratlingly original descriptions. Read the selected quotes!

Selected quotes:

• “Time had acted on him like a steamroller, he was all long and flat.” (Prologue: Damien)
• “It's not easy to escape the shipwreck of the forties, swimming in a dead sea as thick as pea soup, with that island on the horizon that shrinks as you approach it.” (Prologue: Helene)
• “You can make a fire with any kind of wood” (III)
• “We looked out at the night with its mysteries, all the childhood fears hidden in the forest, our eyes reflecting the white headlights of the oncoming cars and the red lights of those we overtook, as we disappeared into an uncertain future.” (III)
• “I don't like cars. They smell, they kill and they make people crazy.” (III)
• “The good old days ... generally, are not as good as all that.” (III)
• “The fauna of a service station is similar to that found in the bottom of a ditch: albino shrimps who emerge from the ladies’ loos accompanied by the sound of flushing toilets, molluscs decked out in leather or quilted nylon, holding their helmets, amongst the shelves groaning with silly animal soft toys, dried out slices of cake, and compilation cassettes.” (IV)
• “You've no idea what it's like to be a loser; you've never lost anything because you've never had anything to lose.” (V)
• “Music that sounded like bed springs creaking under the bouncing of overexcited children.” (V)
• “All they had was their bodies; the rest was just a badly packed bag of half-baked ideas that would never come to fruition.” (V)
• “Nothing had changed since the dawn of time. Since the Lascaux caves. As soon as night falls we still gather together around any vague light, drowning our sorrows in primitive music and intoxicating substances.” (VI)
• “The road seemed to be paved in shining liquorice, splashed with the lights of the city; we were wading through pools of stars.” (VII)
• “The gun hung between her knock-knees like useless genitals.” (IX)
• “Never venture behind the scenes. The green rooms of performers are crammed with terrifying disappointments.” (XIII)

Synopsis: spoiler alert

In the Prologue, subtitled 'The Way Things Were', we are introduced to the protagonist-narrator, alcoholic, penniless Jean-Francois Columbier and his spoiled son, Damien and ex-wife Helene. In the main section, entitled 'To Me!', he has become famous and wealthy. He reads a paperback thriller, some lines of which will predict the subsequent adventure. In an attempt to escape the pressures of this, he goes on a journey with his son, now a cocaine addict who is having an affair with Helene, ending up in a house party. He then has to escape from this with Agathe who steals his wallet, leaving him destitute in the middle of a town he does not know. Calling a thalidomide victim lawyer who earlier gave him a card, he seeks refuge, dancing with the lawyer's mother, but the 'lawyer' turns out to be a con artist who, in league with Agathe, claims Columbier raped her and demands 100,000 francs. A scuffle ends up with Columbier shooting the lawyer dead and then fleeing the house. He collapses. Coming round in a hospital, he takes refuge in pretending to be a mute. After a farcical suicide attempt, Agathe reappears, returning the wallet, and telling him the police are treating the murder as a killing by the mother who subsequently shot herself.

July 2026; 115 pages

First published in French by Zulma in 2001

My English translation by Jane Aitken was issued in paperback by Gallic Books in 2019

More French books reviewed in this blog may be found here

This review was written by

the author of Bally and Bro, Motherdarling 

and The Kids of God