It took a while but it only dawned on me when I was well into this book that the fictional Mount Hope is in my own current backyard which, although never clearly delineated, is the Bellarine Peninsula near Geelong, Victoria, Australia, an area now well-known for its vineyards.
 
At the time this book is set, however, the summer of 1893/94, growing grapes was an irregular and risky venture for a farmer. Phoeba’s father Robert has the faith and he believes that sheep and wool are no longer the backbone of the country. This is borne out as the novel progresses; a progress that is at times slow as the bay waves that lap the shore, although this is not a book to gallop through and it needs to be savoured.
 
It is the social climbing that is the main focus of the book, all told with black and quirky humour. The star for me is Spot, the horse who is literally drawn to water, and some of the lesser characters are equally appealing, including the wacky maiden Aunt Margaret and the ill-used mail boy called Freckle. The historical research and references are excellent and give a strong sense of time and place.
 
Phoeba Crupp does remind one a little of Sybylla Melvyn, the heroine in Miles Franklin’s “My Brilliant Career”, who was another independently minded young woman trying to deal with the monotony and drudgery of life on the land in the burgeoning suffragette era of the 1890s.
 
The expectation is that Phoeba will marry Hadley Pearson, literally the boy next door, but she is chafing at the bit to experience more of life and her ambition is to be a vigneron on her own account. Her best friend is Hadley’s sister, Henrietta, but she isn’t fond of her own sister Lilith who is vain and flighty with her eye on the local rich widower, Marius Overton, and her mother Maude is overblown in all senses of the word, including furniture and hats. Her father Robert is long-suffering. Just one classic example:-
 
Robert settled his new hat onto his head. It was a pith hat and looked very silly.
‘Farmers don’t wear pith hats, Robert,’ said Maude.
‘I am not a farmer,’ said Robert. ‘I am a vigneron.’
Maude put her hand to her temple. ‘You are the cause of my headaches, Robert.’ She drifted inside taking the social pages with her.
 
When Phoeba encounters the attractive new Overton manager Rudolph Steel, she has a lot of thinking to do about what she really wants out of life vs. her obligations. The ending almost seems predictable at one point until there’s a surprising switch-about.
 
Four stars.

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​This is a "cosy" mystery story about what happens when good intentions come up against an individual who is either just psychologically disturbed or is very artful with their own evil agenda hidden behind a mask. 

Ellie Quicke is married to Thomas, a retired minister. Both of them become alarmed and suspicious when Thomas starts receiving a series of bequests from deceased people he barely knew. Ellie investigates to see if there is some link that ties them together. 

Meanwhile, Ellie has another problem with a homeless woman, Hetty, whom she has taken in only to realise she forebodes serious trouble (not least her terrible cooking, hence the reference to a pie on the book's cover). And then there's the truly awful Diana, Ellie's daughter, who starts making onerous demands for money. Ellie has some difficult, even dangerous, issues ahead of her.

When an author is new to me, I prefer not to know anything about them until after I have read their book. Since reading this title, I've discovered Veronica Heley is multi-published and Murder for Good is the 20th in a series featuring an older woman sleuth. This is a bit of a disadvantage as is the case with many such series you need to be up with the back story to really get a grip on the characters and their motivations.

That said, I still managed to enjoy this for its slightly quirky plot line and its human qualities, although there are unpleasant aspects too. I couldn't abide Ellie's daughter, Diana, and the way she terrorised her mother, so that ended up spoiling the book for me. Ellie struck me as a bit of a ditherer but being unfamiliar with all that she has been through previously, or why she tolerates receiving such treatment from her daughter, I never quite "got" her. I also thought the ending rather abrupt with no real comeuppance for the culprit.

An entertaining read with a lot of positives, but if that awful Diana features in all the other books in the Ellen Quicke  series it has put me off reading any others.

(With many thanks to NetGalley and Severn Books for the ARC)

Three stars

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Slow journeys are in vogue these days with many of us seeking counteraction to lives that are all about rushing around and getting things done quickly, so this book about a long funeral procession is part of that trend.
 
The book’s back cover blurb by the publisher summarises it best:-
 
Bankrupt dairy farmer Tom Murray decides he'd rather sell off his herd and burn down his own house than hand them over to the bank. But something goes tragically wrong, and Tom dies in the blaze. His wife, Dawn, doesn't want him to have died for nothing and decides to hold a funeral procession for Tom as a protest, driving 350 kilometres from Yardley in country Victoria to bury him in Melbourne where he was born. To make a bigger impact she agrees with some neighbours to put his coffin on a horse and cart and take it slow - real slow.
But on the night of their departure, someone burns down the local bank. And as the motley funeral procession passes through Victoria, there are more mysterious arson attacks. Dawn has five days to get to Melbourne. Five days, five more towns, and a state ready to explode in flames ... [copyright HarperCollins Australia]
 
The whole process is seen through the eyes of Tom’s teenaged son, Jack, and his voice is quintessentially modern Aussie. The issues with low prices being paid by supermarkets to dairy farmers and regional areas struggling with debt and drought are topical. People are drawn to the cause and along the way there are confrontations with local authorities and the police while the national media and assorted individuals all join in for the ride.
 
With its combination of laconic humour, grit and perseverance in the face of adversity, this book will charm many readers.  The narrative is fast paced and some familiarity with contemporary Australia plus knowledge of the characteristics of the real towns along the route will help to add extra layers for readers. (I live near to the ferry terminal in question and could well visualise the amusing process involved in trying to get a horse and cart, plus coffin, onto that ferry.)
 
There a few aspects that didn’t gel for me, however. Why Jack and his twin, Jenny, had to have a rare, bizarre medical condition that didn’t really have all that much of a bearing on the events puzzled me. And being very much against the ruthless murderer bushranger, Ned Kelly, I never like it when his words are used in any sort of inspirational sense.
 
Other than that, this is a most entertaining read that will most likely find its way into a cinematic version before long.
 
Three stars.

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​This is not a new book and was a spontaneous selection from my local library as I had previously read, and greatly enjoyed, other titles by author Susanna De Vries. (Her book Desert Queen was one of those I read when researching my blog post on Daisy Bates.)
 
There are some individuals who live such extraordinary, generous and altruistic lives that one is almost dumbstruck by their sacrifices and achievements.
 
The name Joice NanKivell Loch probably doesn’t mean much to the average person, although in parts of Greece she is still a legend and she received many honours from Poland, Serbia and Rumania for her humanitarian work. In her homeland of Australia there are scant echoes of her.
 
Born in the middle of a cyclone on a Queensland sugar plantation in 1887, she was the granddaughter of one of Australia’s richest men, Thomas NanKivell, but she would see nothing of the family’s wealth. Her father George’s farming enterprises all failed and Joice’s childhood turned into one of grinding poverty, living in bush shacks and labouring like a slave on the land. Her dreams of becoming a doctor were dashed, but her love of writing would sustain her and eventually lead to her becoming a published author and journalist. After her only brother was killed in World War I, at the age of 26 she finally broke free of her domestic drudgery and found opportunities in Melbourne.
 
She married Sydney Loch, another writer and veteran of Gallipoli. Together, they were commissioned to write about the troubles in Ireland. After a dangerous time in Dublin, the couple were forced to flee due to likely IRA retribution. Although not religious, they found work in Poland with the Quaker Relief Movement and began their lifetime work in humanitarian service. Whilst in Poland, they were instrumental in saving countless numbers of refugees from starvation and disease, often at risk to their own lives.
 
In the 1920s, Joice and her husband moved to Greece where a new wave of refugees were fleeing from Turkish persecution. Although she was never fully qualified as a doctor, Joice was to become a highly-respected medical practitioner in her new home near Mount Athos and treated many more who suffered from famine, disease, wounds and other afflictions. As a mid-wife, Joice also saved the lives of many women and babies who would otherwise have fallen victim to the primitive beliefs and superstition then practised in that remote region of Greece.
 
There was never a quiet retirement for Joice and during World War II, she plunged headlong into another risky rescue adventure. Just before the Nazis took Bucharest, she escorted a thousand Jews and Poles to safety via Constantinople to Palestine.
 
Joice died in 1982, having also found time to write ten books and “…. was one of the world’s most decorated women. At her funeral the Greek Orthodox Bishop of Oxford named her ‘one of the most significant women of the twentieth century’.”
 
Throughout the book, there is evidence of the misogynist, class-ridden and outright racist Anglo-Australian thinking of the time. Joice had to put up with derogatory male attitudes. As Poles and Greeks were often considered second-class citizens, it meant that Joice was only awarded the lowest class of British honour with just an MBE for her humanitarian work, whereas the European countries where she lived and worked lauded her with their highest medals and awards.
 
This is an absorbing and magnificent story of a truly inspirational woman who should have far more recognition than she does. Very highly recommended.
 
Five stars.
 
Note: The author’s website says that all 6 editions have sold out, but new copies are available by print-on-demand. Click here for info.
Second-hand copies will be available via usual dealers.
 
 
 
 

​The Little Book of Hygge: Danish Secrets to Happy Living by Meik Wiking [some versions are subtitled The Danish Way to Live Well] was hyped as the book to read a couple of years back, so I am late to this, but seeing it on the library shelf recently I decided to find out what all the fuss was about. I am glad I didn’t buy a copy.

​It is not without some irony that the famous Emperor’s New Clothes story was also written by a Dane - Hans Christian Andersen - and which gave rise to the phrase now considered “… a standard metaphor for anything that smacks of pretentiousness, pomposity, social hypocrisy, collective denial, or hollow ostentatiousness.” The Little Book has a fair bit of that lurking in its pages.
 
The author says that hygge can’t really be translated into English although he suggests that the Canadian “hominess” is the closest. For a start, why that word is considered the property of Canadians is rather strange and even other simple English words like “ambience”, “cosy” and “snug” are pretty good at describing a lot of what is in this book.
 
Apart from being a great marketing exercise for Danish tourism, it verges on sad that there has even been a need for such a book, that there are millions of people so out of touch with their own innate sense as to what makes them feel safe, comfortable and happy, that they need instruction and have to be told that lighting candles, reading a good book, eating cake (or Danish pastries), enjoying Glögg and a heart-warming stew, sharing the evening with good friends or family, wrapping your toes in woolly socks and your body in a blanket to watch a favourite TV show, or just listening to the crackle of a fireplace, makes you feel good. 
 
The author also states that Denmark tops the list as the “happiest country in the world” (down to 3rd in current rankings). As he is the CEO of the Happiness Research Institute in Cophenhagen, a cynic might comment that he has to say that doesn’t he, also that he is blessed with all the benefits that go with a high standard of living. But how these statistics are calculated is a bit of a mystery as the country still manages to feature in the top half of suicides as well - perhaps some of that hygge is a mask to what is really going on in the Danish soul. Like Russians and other nationalities who live half the year in the dark, Scandinavians are well-known for their psychological downside, e.g. alcoholism, depression and for producing grim noir TV crime series. Hans Christian Andersen was also responsible for that maudlin tale The Little Match Girl which as a child I found seriously disturbing.
 
One chapter contradicts the hygge positives; on page 47 there is The Dark Side of Hygge, where the author goes so far to admit that hygge is more beneficial to people who have roots in the place:- “ … I have also come to realize that there is a severe drawback to a social landscape like this: it doesn’t readily admit newcomers. Every person I’ve met who has moved to Denmark tells me the same thing. It is close to impossible to penetrate the social circles there. Or at least it requires years and years of hard work and persistence … Danes are not good at inviting new people into their friendship circles …” (If this is the case, one might make a few observations as to how well migrants or refugees to Denmark are accepted.)

The book is a nice compact size with cute imagery and has recipes - I might even try the Danish Meatballs in Curry -  and it also has other twee stuff, such as how to make woven hearts, although the font is both a bit small and pale for those with vision problems.

It’s a book with its heart in the right place, but it can’t help also being smug and superior as well. 

2 1/2 stars.

PS A browse of bookseller websites shows there has been an explosion of similar feel-good lifestyle books with the Swedes, Finns, British, American and Japanese all exploring their versions of hygge, and the author has produced another title The Little Book of Lykke that will also sell in the millions but looks to be just more of the same. Save your money and put yourself in a hyggeligt mood by donating it to a charity that helps bring a little happiness to others who are not as privileged as the Danes.
 
 
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This is the second novel featuring the retired detective Daniel Hawthorne. It is best to have read the first book in the series, The Word is Murder, to gain more insight into the background.
 
As with the previous book, the narrator is Anthony Horowitz himself - famed screenwriter of Foyle’s War and the children’s Alex Rider series, among many others - who is ostensibly writing a biography of Hawthorne and tags along with him as he is brought in to help solve a new murder mystery (shades of Holmes and Watson).
 
The victim is Richard Pryce, a prominent divorce lawyer, who has been bludgeoned to death with a bottle of very expensive wine. As Pryce is teetotal, what was the wine doing in his home in the first place? And what is the meaning of the numbers 182 painted in green on his wall?
 
Suspicion immediately descends on the haiku and literary author, Akiro Anno, estranged wife of one of his clients, who had created a scene in a restaurant in which she poured wine over Pryce. But this is only the beginning and from then on there are twists and turns a-plenty.
 
Just when you think the case has been cracked there is another sharp swerve in a completely different direction. This is what makes books by Horowitz such a pleasure to read. You are never bored for a minute. There are red herrings and tricks galore with words and numbers.
 
It is also fun trying to decide which of the characters are real individuals in his life - such as his agent, publisher, wife and children - and which ones are made up for the book. (The real ones are probably either chuffed or dismayed at being included and one hopes that if the rather terrifying DI Cara Grunshaw of the Met does really exist, she is sufficiently disguised here not to start a case for libel!)
 
Another brilliant and entertaining five star read. Many thanks to Edelweiss for the ARC.

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This is one of those novels that sucks you in with a gorgeous cover and that you quite enjoy while in the midst of it but are more than likely to forget eventually as it has a plot that has been done many times before in various guises.

There is the dilapidated old house, Cloudesley, in the English countryside in desperate need of rescuing, its owner a frail elderly woman with secrets, and hope lies with a granddaughter returned from a life abroad but who had already run away previously due to romantic issues of her own. It also has the dual time switches that are now mandatory with such novels.
 
Lillian is the grandmother, and widow of Charles Oberon, owner of Cloudesley. In the mid 1950s, she falls in love with handsome up and coming artist, Jack Fincher, who is hired by Charles to decorate the walls of the nursery. With her lonely step-son, Albie, and doomed sister Helena, whom Charles supports in a care home, Lillian’s choice is stark when she has to decide between husband and lover. This is by far the better part of the novel.
 
Maggie’s contemporary story is less convincing as she displays indecision and unreliability and as a result she’s never quite believable as someone who would do anything for her grandmother let alone turn herself around and pull together the practical resources to rescue the old house from the developers. 
 
For the anachronism hunter, there are quite a few minor terms and words that were not around in 1950s. Women didn’t use “blusher” on their cheeks, it was still just called rouge in those days, nor did the term “toy-boys” appear until more than thirty years later.
 
[Spoiler alert!] Although I know it is often a plot device for both historical and contemporary women’s fiction, domestic violence is never pleasant to read particularly when it has no really satisfying outcome and for that reason alone is enough to reduce this to a three star rather than four star read.

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I have yet to see the movie Ladies in Black which has been very popular with audiences, but I was aware that it was based on a bestseller 1960s novel by Australian author, Madeleine St. John, and decided I'd like to read the book first before seeing the film.

Not unexpectedly due to the film's success, my library has a lengthy wait-list for the current edition of the novel titled Ladies in Black, but it seems people don't realise it was originally called The Women in Black, which I found instantly available as an e-book on the library's website.

It's a charming read, about a group of women who work in a prestigious Sydney department store called Goode's, but which Australians will immediately recognise as a clone of David Jones in Elizabeth Street. You may need to be a certain age to remember such things as "cocktail frocks" as it dates back to the days when clothes were not the cheap ill-fitting and throw-away imports of today and when women were expected to dress well - and behave well for that matter - and when they had to put their faith and futures in the hands of their men.

Working in the frocks, there's Patty, the childless wife with a galah * for a husband, and Fay, who has just about given up on finding Mr. Right, due to too many bad experiences with similar galahs. There is the clever teenage Lesley (who prefers to be called Lisa) who hopes to go to university but whose galah father squawks at the idea. And then there is Magda, all European sophistication and sass, who serves exotic foods such as salami and knows attractive, suave and intelligent men who are far from being galahs.

Written before the feminist and sexual revolutions of the later 1960s took off, it is obvious why St. John's novel was such a success in an ultra-conservative British-centric Australia that was only just starting to come to terms with foreign migrants with different views on life (and food!)

A short read, delightful in its insights, its way of poking fun. A little patchy where the author seemed a bit rushed to get through certain scenes, but overall a solid 4 stars and highly recommended. 

* Galah, actually a type of parrot known for its silly antics, but used in this connection as per the definition from Australian Dictionary of Colloquialisms: "An ass or nincompoop"

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I tend to take a long time to psych myself up to either read bestsellers or watch blockbuster movies set during the Holocaust, so I am coming late to this book even though it has been sitting in my reading pile since before its official publication (thank you to Edelweiss for the ARC). There are now hundreds of reviews out there, so I have nothing new to add except to express my own unease as to veracity.
 
In a nutshell, this is a romance novel set in a concentration camp that has a happy ending. (See below for an article from Australian ABC about its genesis.) Not a scenario for any faint-hearted author and I have to compliment Heather Morris for taking it on to resounding success and for turning it into a sizzling Hollywood plot. If it had been written as a non-fiction memoir, it would probably have been destined for the remainder pile by now.
 
The author must have been convinced of the truth of the story she was told; how the dashing Lale from Slovakia met the love of his life, Gita, in Auschwitz, and conducted a passionate love affair with her under the noses of the SS: how he had a privileged job and managed to walk around the camp freely, help his sadistic guard negotiate problems with his love life, be involved in organising a soccer team between starving prisoners and fat SS (really?), traded gems and money from the crematoria collection with outside workers for food, gave his girlfriend chocolate, and even after his nefarious activities were discovered, he still managed to survive and continue as before. 
 
When it comes to what really went on in concentration camps only those who were there can ever know the truth of it. Few of us can tell what we would do in those circumstances and what humiliating and despicable steps we might take in order to save our own skin. Collaboration is not a word to use lightly but it did happen and those of us who had parents and grandparents in such a situation and managed to survive, must face the brutal fact that they may have had to compromise themselves and sacrifice others in order to do so.
 
The romantics and idealists - and perhaps deniers - among us will want to believe that it was possible something good and beautiful could have come out of those camps, the more pragmatic will be concerned about horrific history also being compromised in order to produce a story that makes the rest of us feel ... hey, perhaps it wasn't really that bad, you know ...
 
Three stars for the Hollywood plot. One star for doubt.

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Sara Rose’s Russian grandmother Nina has died and left her a cottage in Tasmania. It is the catalyst Sara needs to change her life. Together with daughter Ellie she leaves her marriage and returns to her roots. Once there, she has a chance to contemplate the past and try to find answers to questions she has avoided for far too long. Why was she raised by Nina and not her mother, Helena, and why does she not even know the identity of her own father?
 
As she settles in, Sara becomes friendly with an Afghani refugee, Abdhul, who arrived in Australia by boat and is anxiously waiting to find out if he is eligible for permanent residence and whether his wife and children left behind in Pakistan can join him.
 
Sara’s abandonment by her own mother contrasts with her need to protect Ellie from witnessing the raw realities of life and wants her “to feel that love wrapped around her like the layers of the matryoskha” given to her by Nina and to let the child experience something of the “same magical childhood” that she enjoyed.
 
In her work as a geneticist, Sara becomes involved in a project researching whether trauma is inherited and this adds yet another level to the story. Nina’s traumatic refugee experience of an earlier era reflects off that of Abdhul in the Australia of today and yet Nina in her own way was not immune from prejudices, some of which go to explain Helena’s subsequent actions.
 
There is a great deal here to think about with all these layers:  family secrets, morals and ethics, current politics, feminist issues, and ultimately those genetic components that might shape us and over which we have no control. There is a romantic relationship that doesn’t always find its place within such a strong and compelling storyline, but overall this is a tender and sympathetic read from Katherine Johnson in which the narrative flows well and it is highly recommended.

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The 11 day disappearance of crime author Agatha Christie in the mid-1920s has been hashed over in books and articles many times, the consensus being she had suffered some kind of psychological disturbance brought on by stress, trauma or depression, although some went so far to call it a publicity stunt.
 
This novel takes another approach: that Christie was recruited by a blackmailer, the sinister and unscrupulous Dr Kurs, who wants to use her talents in poisons to get rid of his wife.
 
Right at the outset, it seems pretty ludicrous, that Christie would go along with his plans in order to protect her slightly sleazy husband’s reputation and, more importantly, stop something nasty happening to her daughter. She had plenty of opportunity to stop the waste of public money and time searching for her, to ease her family's distress and simply march into a police station, yet she gets sucked into the bad doctor’s trap, including following his instructions to go to Harrogate and stay in a hotel there under an assumed name while they plan the final dastardly coup de grace. The name she chooses is in fact the name of her husband’s mistress, Neele, which makes no sense whatsoever (that bit is true - a sign of mental distress if anything). But when Agatha gets pally with the intended victim, the plot plunges deeper into the syrup of implausible pulp.
 
Yet, all this aside, I must acknowledge that this is inventive, sharp and sassy writing and it is entertaining. The real story of Agatha’s disappearance remains fascinating as a study in mental health; there must be many individuals who live in the limelight who disappear for a few days under aliases just to get away from stress or simply to try and make sense of their lives. 

(Apparently this is the first in a series on Agatha Christie, sleuth, as my copy of the book includes the opening chapters of a second adventure in which the grande dame of crime gets involved in much more than just words.)
 
Three and a half stars.

 
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It may be that if you are reading this you have visited Tasmania and in particular Sarah Island which lies in Macquarie Harbour, a place once known in the early 19th Century as hell on earth - the entrance to the Harbour actually being named as Hell's Gates. And perhaps you have stayed in the nearby town of Strahan and either seen the movie or the longest-running play in Australia which is called The Ship that Never Was. 

This book was inspired by that play but goes much further than comedy and Disney-esque entertainment as it delves deeply into the real and truly amazing story of the ten convicts who stole the brig Frederick and then sailed it out of Hell's Gates all the way across the Pacific and through the dangerous latitudes of the Southern Ocean to finally arrive in Valdivia in Chile.

The prominent figure in this adventure was Police Prisoner No. 324, James Porter aka James Connor aka Don Santiago. Porter wrote various versions of his memoirs and it is these on which author Adam Courtenay draws primarily, but he has rounded out the book with facts from solid historical research.

It is almost impossible for us to believe the conditions and treatment under which Porter and his mates fought so hard for their freedom. The one-eyed Porter carried scars all over his body, on his ankles and legs from the brutal chains and irons, on his back the evidence of more than 300 floggings. Originally transported for stealing furs and silk, he still managed to find time to joke, to say that his real profession was a "beer machine maker".

None of the men were properly qualified sailors or navigators, what they knew they had mostly been learned while slaving as convicts in coastal journeys and on Sarah Island where there was a thriving trade in boat-building. Frederick had barely been completed, her timbers were unseasoned Huon pine and the chances of her making it even as far as New Zealand were doubtful, yet she proved her worth, only to be scuttled by her crew as they approached South America.

In Valdivia, recently freed from the colonial oppression of Spain, the escapees were welcomed and lauded as heroes while Governor Arthur in Van Diemen's Land was furious and their presence in Chile almost caused a major diplomatic crisis between that country and Great Britain.

While the two countries wrangled for ten years, this motley bunch made lives for themselves in Chile, some married and had children and when things got too hot with Royal Navy warships drawing ever closer, some escaped to other lands never to be heard from again.  

Eventually only four convicts remained to be re-captured. After enduring horrendous re-imprisonment in England on the hulks, back they went to Van Diemen's Land to be tried and sentenced. The details of their trial provides some fascinating legal arguments as to what constituted mutiny and piracy and because the Frederick had never been registered, she truly was "the ship that never was". 

Courtenay's conclusions on the one-eyed Porter whom history has hitherto treated as a "scallywag and a scoundrel, a ne'er do well ... [his memoirs] the literary equivalent of the Artful Dodger narrating Oliver Twist ..." have provided us with a far more complex individual.

"Like many of us, he was incapable of forethought, context, planning or detail. But when it came to tenacity and courage, Porter was practically peerless. Some say Porter deftly marketed his doings for posterity, and they may be right - after all we're still discussing him more than two hundred years after his birth. ... his essential story remains a valuable addition to colonial history."

Meticulously researched and well-written, this is an all-round fantastic read that brings history to light in a most entertaining and informative way. Highly recommended
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​This is the latest in a series of novels featuring Superintendent Tom Harper of the Leeds constabulary and the plot contains a strong personal component as it revolves around his wife Annabelle's decision to run for election as a Poor Law Guardian, along with several other women. As this is the late 19th Century when the sufragette movement was gathering momentum and public opinions could become heated and divided, she knows she has to face many challenges.

When things turn nasty and an innocent man is killed in an explosion at a venue, followed by other attempts to cause harm to the women standing for election, Harper is on a race to find and catch the culprit before his wife and even his little daughter, Mary, are put in further danger. The only clues seems to be some scraps of paper found at the scenes containing phrases from old songs that are about dying women. 

Meanwhile, former associate of Harper's, Inspector Billy Reed, now lives in Whitby where he is on the trail of a smuggling racket that seems to be linked to a known criminal from Leeds.

This novel has all the hallmarks of previous titles in the series with its excellent historical background coloured with the sights, sounds and atmosphere of Leeds (a lot of murky air and soot!) in its industrial heyday. Harper is always a solid figure and his hiding of his hearing loss from his higher authority give him an extra human quality. Annabelle, who is also the owner of the pub above which the family live, is also an admirable female lead.

Although enjoyable for the most part, there is rather too much padding and repetitive dialogue along the lines of .... we've got to get this chap before he does something worse ... and something worse happens ... we've got to get this chap ... something else happens ... we've got to get this chap ... and so it goes. When the culprit is finally revealed, it all feels rather flat as the individual remains shadowy throughout and there is little opportunity for the reader to do their own sleuthing. The sub-plot featuring Whitby can be skipped completely as it serves no purpose other than, perhaps, a way of keeping Inspector Reed alive for some future joint activity with Harper.

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As I read many books that are history-related, there are times when I’m in the mood for something more romantic and contemporary and this title fits that bill. It is also set in a region near to where I live, so that gave it added interest.
 
It’s a blockbuster with a mothers-daughters scenario. Edwina is the somewhat aloof widowed family matriarch and her three daughters are organising a birthday for her. Harriett is a surgeon who has many of the efficient, but controlling, traits of the first-born, Xara lives on a farm and has the easy-going and compromising middle-child qualities in spite of having rambunctious twins plus a disabled child, while the youngest Georgie is a school-teacher who lives in Melbourne and is still grieving over the loss of a baby.
 
When Edwina shocks everyone by bringing an old boyfriend, Doug, to the party, the stage is set for massive disruption to their lives and there is a ripple effect with other issues coming to light. Accusations start flying about Harriett’s husband, James, who appears to have got himself into major financial trouble at the expense of many locals.
 
From here on, the plot gets pretty complicated with Harriett taking whammy after whammy when her own daughter Charlotte defies her and Georgie’s new love interest Ben is found to have an unfortunate link to her mother’s boyfriend. When Edwina reveals her own secret, there is yet another bombshell. All of this you can see coming and the chances of so much happening in one family at the same time are pretty implausible but the narrative is fresh and the dialogue is entertaining, and it does the job of getting you thoroughly immersed in what is a mega soap opera, wondering how all these characters can possibly resolve their conflicts with one another.
 
Harriett isn’t at all likeable, but then she isn’t meant to be, and Edwina’s character is rather chilly and vague in the way that any rich and properly-raised woman who twiddles her pearls is supposed to be. Xara’s role as the glue-maker means she is less intensely drawn and Georgie’s situation deserves sympathy but she can be indecisive.
 
The exposure of the murky financial doings of James is the most credible part of the plot, but there’s a strangely old-fashioned 1950s vibe to the family’s other worries about their dirty linen being exposed in public. It is questionable whether in this day and age of open and casual relationships and blended families that people in Victoria’s once exclusive and wealthy “Western District” are really still that obsessed with social status and keeping up appearances as they were in past decades. The conclusion is also rather too pat, and it is difficult to believe that the driven autocratic Harriett could ever become a push-over for anything.
 
Also as with many novels, it is way too long at nearly 500 pages. I really enjoyed it until about page 350, when boredom started to set in. With a tighter edit and not quite so many scandals, secrets and controversies all competing for attention, I’d have gone for a 4 star rating, but it is a worthy 3.5.

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Anthony Horowitz's Magpie Murders was a fantastic read and I anticipated I'd be in for a great ride with this title, and I wasn't disappointed.

It has a unique structure in which Horowitz himself is the first person narrator. Not only is he involved in investigation of a crime, he also shares aspects of his life as a scriptwriter and author, with references to his books, television series and real individuals. There are even cameos from film directors, Steven Spielberg and Peter Jackson. All this could seem like self-aggrandisement in less capable hands, but it is woven so well within the story that there is no possibility of getting the reader off-side (leastwise not any reader who can appreciate the subtle tongue-in-cheek tone).

All of this begins when a sixty-something woman, Diana Cowper, visits a funeral parlour to organise her own funeral in advance and then is murdered only a few hours later. Enter the abrasive and somewhat mysterious Hawthorne, an ex-copper whom Horowitz has known previously when he helped out as a murder consultant on the TV series Injustice.

Hawthorne wants Horowitz to write a book about him (perhaps called "Hawthorne Investigates") and in order to learn about what he does, asks him to accompany him into the murder he is currently investigating, i.e. that of Diana Cowper. There are shades here of Sherlock and Watson, in which Horowitz feels like he's the bumbling amateur next to the crafty professional but endeavours to hold his own. When a second murder takes place, all the evidence seems to point to a hit-and-run case that happened ten years earlier in which Diana was the guilty party. Or is this a whole school of red herrings and the truth is quite different?

The narrative flows brilliantly, the plotting is fantastic and as a page-turner it can't be faulted. I did not anticipate the ending although as Horowitz himself points out at the end, all the murder clues were there in the words, hence the title.

Another five stars from one of the best writers in the business.

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​It is always difficult to fairly review any historical novel that wins awards, receives gushing reviews from the professional critics, as well as thousands of ordinary readers giving it 5 stars.
 
This is a long book I read in stages over several months, never quite sure what to make of it. I put it aside numerous times, usually after some passage that was so beautifully written it almost took my breath away, only to return later and read on with increasing annoyance at the improbability of the whole scenario.
 
While I was stewing over how best to express my frustrations, I discovered one other rather irate reviewer who felt the same as I did - he agreed that the writing was exquisite but was troubled by the impossible plot.

I was relieved that I wasn’t the only one to feel this way and I finally decided that for all its elegant prose, this book is troubling in that it does a disservice to history, to the millions of people who suffered and died under the Russian terrors of the early half of the 20th Century. We read a lot about the Count's wine and fine dining, we learn little of the wars, famine and oppression to which the Russian population was subjected during this momentous period in history.
 
The Russian Revolution happened in the first place because of the arrogant behaviour by members of its upper classes who included not only aristocrats, but all other cultured and educated individuals, be they merchants, artists or writers, and the vengeance of the revolutionaries did not discriminate when it came to their extermination.
 
The idea that one such gentleman would be allowed to reside - albeit in reduced yet genteel circumstances - in some grand hotel in the heart of the city is totally absurd. Even if this Count had hidden out in some remote Siberian village under a false identity, informers and spies were everywhere and the Cheka would still have dug him out and made him pay the price simply because of his rank and class.
 
The story with Nina is even more nonsensical. Just by associating with someone like the Count - or any “former people” - would have been a death sentence to her and her family, in addition to anyone even remotely connected to them; a neighbour, a shopkeeper who had served them. And as for a Bolshevik general taking English lessons from the Count … words fail me. The ending is also baffling, that the Count took thirty years to finally attempt an escape.

This book should only be read as a fairy story, or perhaps as some kind of fantastic allegory, and I hope to goodness is never put into some school curriculum as based on fact.
 
Yes, it deserves 5 stars for the quality of the prose but a black hole for its premise.
 



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Just when I had decided that I would not read another novel with that hackneyed “Girl” in the title, the synopsis of this one caught my eye so I had to make an exception. I have many happy memories of childhood holidays in the area of Simonstown and False Bay in the Cape Province of South Africa where this story is set. (As my parents were on holiday there nine months before my birth date, I have a sneaky feeling that I might even have been conceived somewhere near Simonstown!)
 
Louise Ahrendts is of Cape Malay origins, and lives with her parents in a cottage with a view of the sea. Her father works at the maritime base servicing the ships of the Royal Navy. Louise is expected to marry her childhood sweetheart, fisherman, Piet Philander. But she has other ideas and is determined to first have a career as a nurse in spite of Piet’s objections and her family’s doubts. She manages to gain a position in a hospital that usually only employs white nurses and when World War II breaks out she is seconded to work at the Royal Naval Hospital. It is there that she meets and falls in love with English Lieutenant David Horricks and everything about her life is turned upside down.
 
There are too few romantic novels set in South Africa. The power of its history can make it difficult. This paragraph touches on this when one of the characters is about to arrive by ship at Capetown and a fellow passenger asks her what brings her to South Africa, whether she is a writer:
 
“The young man pointed at the purple mountains growing in splendour as the ship approached Table Bay. ‘Well, there’s everything here. Beauty. Cruelty. Humanity. You won’t lack material’.”
 
And there is definitely beauty, cruelty and humanity throughout this gracefully-crafted novel. There is beauty in its setting of sea and mountains. The narrative abounds with humanity; you care about the characters and what happens to them. When Apartheid became official and people were classified according to their skin colour - “Cape Coloured, Malay, Griqua, Indian, Chinese, Other Asian and Other Coloured” - there is no denying the cruelty when they are forced to move away from their traditional homes and way of life.
 
The title aside, one might also quibble over the possibility of some scenarios but they pale into insignificance next to the telling of this love affair that does not follow a predictable path. It is poignant and absorbing, and ultimately very satisfying. I am truly delighted to discover this considerate and sympathetic author and look forward to reading more of Barbara Mutch’s stories set in South Africa.
 
 
Five stars (and you’ll need your tissues!)


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When Quaker mother, Mrs Sophia Smith of Huntington, Indiana, gave birth to her ninth child, a girl, in 1892, she decided that her daughter would need something to set her apart from the average Miss Smith, and so she gave her the first name of Elizebeth (ze instead of the usual za). Not that this Elizebeth could ever have been average. She was gifted with an extraordinarily brilliant mind and was destined to be one of the greatest code-breakers in history.
 
In 1916, after a chance encounter with the eccentric American tycoon George Fabyan in a library, she was “head-hunted” to work on his estate at Riverbank near Chicago where Fabyan had a private laboratory that conducted research into cryptography. He was particularly keen to prove that it was really Francis Bacon who wrote Shakespeare’s plays and that this could be established via secret ciphers in the text.
 
Although Elizebeth would eventually disprove the theory, it was while she was at Riverbank that she met her future husband, William Friedman, who had also been hired by Fabyan to work on genetics. Together they would create a lifelong partnership working in cryptology and cryptanalysis.
 
During the Prohibition years, Elizebeth cracked the codes used by the gangsters and bootleggers. Throughout the 1930s and into World War II, she deciphered secret messages from Japan, China and Germany and was one of the first people to figure out the workings of the Enigma machines, and she was also instrumental in the exposure of the Nazi spy network in South America.

It was Elizebeth’s husband William who gained most of the kudos in this field, but this book will show that she was every bit as important as her husband and, in some cases, even more talented and certainly better able to deal with the high stresses of the job, although her contributions were often dismissed and she had to sit by and see others take credit for her work, in particular by J. Edgar Hoover and his FBI.
 
There are some places where the invented dialogue and descriptions border a little on romantic fiction, but that doesn’t detract from this absorbing tale of how the famous intelligence networks came into being and often competed against one another, and how Elizebeth had to negotiate the outright sexism of the era.

Although there are several chapters where the steps in deciphering codes are explained in such great detail that the eyes of the uninitiated reader will glaze over, one doesn’t need to have a mathematical or scientific leaning in order to still enjoy discovering this truly astonishing woman who is well overdue for the credit she deserves.

4.5 stars

(With many thanks to Dey Street Books via Edelweiss for the ARC.)


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