JUULY 2024

 

Just now, my reading desk-cum-bit of floor is holding two famous volumes that I've come woefully (and probably unforgiveably) late to: Michel Faber's Under The Skin and Gail Honeyman's Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine. It's well seeing why these superlatively well written, engrossing and memorable books have garnered fame and accolade alike. They certainly represent the type of writing that leaves me yearning for more after the last page is read.

 

I'm also much enjoying the triple-novella collection which is The View from Paocher's Hill, by Alan Warner, Irivine Welsh and John King. It's great to hear the Scottish male voice in fiction and to see eminent authors more than up for dealing with uncomfortable issues.

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Other joy is being had from a loaned copy of Exteriors by Nobel Prize winner Annie Ernaux, a series of delicious micro-portraits of life in the outskirts of Paris.