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.

​(With many thanks to NetGalley and Simon & Schuster Australia for an advanced reading copy.)

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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.

​Three stars.

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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.
 
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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.
 
 
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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

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Jess Mount is in her early twenties, lives in Leeds with her widowed father, her mother having died when she was just fifteen. She works in a movie complex with her best friend Sadie.

After a chance encounter with the highly attractive Lee Griffiths, Jess’s life is set on a path which may result in her being dead in a year’s time as, shortly after meeting Lee, she is horrified to discover Facebook posts from the future in which her family and friends commiserate over her death and detail the events leading up to it. Just as frightening, it appears she had a baby son called Harrison a few months before she died.
 
Spoiler Alert!  Some books are impossible to review fairly without revealing major plot points, and this is one of them, so don’t read further if you’d rather not know more.
 
The fact that no-one else apart from Jess can read these Facebook posts is a hint that perhaps all is not OK with her mental health, as otherwise this would have to be some kind of fantasy time-travel tale when it is clearly developing into an edgy contemporary narrative featuring female denial in the face of male control.
 
Because of this unusual narrative, the book is both fascinating and frustrating. For some readers there will be a major issue with its underlying tenet - i.e. a girl must have suffered earlier psychological damage to get involved with a violent man in the first place. Such readers might well argue in the real world this is not always the case and some of the smartest and most level-headed women have let their hearts rule their heads with disastrous consequences. Jess is given clear warnings, not just from the future, but from those around her in the present, especially Sadie, that she should steer clear of Lee yet she does not walk away because she wants a life for her unborn child. Getting your head around this bizarre logic is also difficult.
 
Even though I was impatient with Jess’s willing compliance to do nothing to avoid her own looming death, I was sufficiently intrigued to see how the situation would pan out and whether there was some final inventive twist to explain the Facebook posts, but there is none. If anything, one might detect faint allegorical echoes here of “A Christmas Carol” in which Scrooge only finally learns his lesson and gets his act together after his encounter with the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come.
 
The author’s end notes give some explanations to the book’s genesis and why she wrote it as she did and, it spite of my problems with it, it is certainly an inventive and memorable work that challenged me and has made me curious to read more by author Linda Green.
 
Four stars - or only two - depending on the levels of credibility you are prepared to accept in your fiction.
 
(With many thanks to Hachette Australia for sending me the reading copy.)

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Long before people went searching for their soulmates on the Internet, there were discreet businesses where, for a fee, you would be put in touch with your ideal match as potential wife or husband. London’s first such marriage bureau was founded by two friends, Heather Jenner and Mary Oliver, just months prior to the outbreak of World War II.
 
Written by Penrose Halson, a subsequent owner of the business, and based on Jenner’s personal archives, this tells the story of the Bureau’s early clients and also how it struggled initially for acceptance when society still had fixed ideas about how one went about finding a suitable partner, never mind the suspicions that two attractive young women in business might be up to something immoral.
 
Although marketed as non-fiction, it’s pretty obvious the truth has been greatly embroidered with fiction in the same voice throughout. It has all the “carry-on regardless” attitude that prevailed during war-time London and in places almost borders on a Brian Rix farce, with clients such as a dodgy Arabian “sheik”- or is he really Welsh? - and a man who wants a wife with only one leg. These, and many other peculiar and occasionally hilarious demands of the clients and notes by the interviewers, fill several pages of appendices at the end of the book.
 
A few working-class types did venture into the elite preserve of Bond Street in an effort to find partners, but on the whole there is a preponderance of certain types from the upper middle classes, retired brigadiers and daughters of peers, gay (in the old-fashioned sense) divorcees, trembling virgins, bumbling chaps from the colonies, twerps called Cedric and frumpy spinsters called Myrtle. Some of the owners and secretaries who worked at the bureau were quirky as well and apparently there really was a woman called Picot Schooling. The loneliness, desperation and tragedies at the heart of some of these personal lives are glossed over and the result is lightweight rather than insightful or philosophical.
 
If you love all those rather twee British TV series such as “Call the Midwife”, “Father Brown” or “Home Fires” then this book is definitely for you. Must admit I did enjoy its nostalgia and look forward to another wallow when the Bond Street Bureau comes to our screens - as it surely must!
 
Perhaps not quite four toodle pips, but a jolly spiffing three.

Note: This book has the more pragmatic title of The Marriage Bureau in the US, I guess with the assumption Americans are unaware of the prestige of a Bond Street address.


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Two boys yabbying find a screwed-down wheelie bin in a river. We don’t know what’s in it, but as this is a crime thriller we might guess.
 
Flashback to 1989 and two other boys, Ben and Fab, are best mates. They have the usual interests of boys hovering on puberty - TV, music, sports, girls and sex. They’re curious as to why 14 year old Daisy hung herself off the Hills hoist in a neighbour’s yard. When her parents move out, a single man, Ronnie, moves in. Ben starts doing a few chores for him for pocket money. Fab has a rough path having to deal with violence at the hands of his father at home and from other boys at school.
 
The creepy Ronnie has paedophile written all over him, with Ben looking like his preferred victim. Fab has an inner pressure-cooker steaming away because of the way he is being treated by others. One can see where this is going but it takes a long time to get there without any surprises or unexpected twists, except perhaps in the final court scene. In the beginning the dialogue is typical kids’ talk with relevant c. 1980s references, but the time-frame gets less clear as the novel progresses and jumps around. Although there are some descriptions of pornography, we are spared most of the graphic detail in the pivotal scenes and towards the end too much is left unsaid or just doesn’t quite gel somehow.
 
For me this would have worked much better if there was greater exploration of the psychological trauma suffered by the two boys with perhaps the introduction of a character who was prepared to help them at some point or who was brought in to support the legal case.
 
I have to admit I only decided to read this because I’d just been on a road trip through the same landscape of the Wimmera passing through towns like Stawell where the characters in this book live. One of the blurbs says this "perfectly captures life in small-town Australia" which is unlikely to please the residents of Stawell who probably much prefer their association with healthier pursuits like running [see Stawell Gift]. On the other hand, if the novel gains any notoriety it may be the town will become part of the macabre tourist route based on the growing “Aussie-noir” crime genre. 
 
Three stars.
 
 
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It was while sitting in a waiting room with a family member currently going through “some tests” that I read a publicity piece about this novel. I wasn’t sure if it was an unsettling form of serendipity but I ordered it from my local library anyway.
 
Beth Own is an ordinary woman who is just living a normal family life in Melbourne. She has a job in aged care, an accountant husband David and two children. One day she wakes up feeling vaguely unwell and David calls in a locum who sends her off for some tests.
 
The first part of the novel seems almost conventional with Beth being seen, tested and then referred to another specialist, then another and yet another. Then the pace picks up with squeezed-in appointments all over the place. Without transport of her own and a husband too busy to accompany her, she must travel on trains and buses and the destinations move from the strips of city medical centres at Box Hill further and further away to bleak industrial areas on the edges of farmland and soulless new suburbia near Epping. She has to stay overnight in one clinic and is given new clothes with yet another destination the following day, including to a massive pharmacy complex. Along her journey she encounters others clutching referrals for further tests, all set on similar but criss-crossing routes. In the process Beth becomes more compliant in her dislocation from her family and not getting any direct answers and just lets those in charge direct her.
 
It is soon apparent that this novel is a fantastical exploration of the road many of us now take towards our own ends, an allegory on the extensive medical interference, false optimism and denial that goes on and the hope that science will provide some test that might save us from the inevitable.
 
Bleak, bizarre, fantastical - but with occasional flashes of dark humour - this is not a novel I’d recommend to anyone currently going through serious “tests” for any reason, but it is memorable if only to warn us that unless we get a direct passage home via a bolt from the blue, this reflects the route the majority of us are likely to take.
 
(Follow this link for an interview with the author.)


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It is 1893 and Evelyn Ballantyre, who has had a restricted life growing up in the Scottish Borders, accompanies her wealthy father and a group of friends to Canada and on an expedition up the Nipigon River.
 
Evelyn is shocked when she discovers that their guide is James Douglas, who had been her friend when he worked for her father as a stable hand and who had vanished after the murder of a poacher. Evelyn always believed in his innocence and that her father has never told the truth about the event. Isolated in the wilds of Ontario and without the constraints of mannered society, the secret of what happened that night is finally revealed.
 
Initially, everything about this book captured me:- the lyrical title, atmospheric cover (Australian version) and plot summary. (It also helped that I grew up on tales of the Nipigon told by my father who had worked for the Hudson’s Bay Company in that area in the 1920s.) With so much going for it I anticipated a rewarding reading experience but most disappointed that this was not to be.

There are swathes of excellent writing here, including descriptions of Canada’s beautiful wild places and the burgeoning frontier towns like Port Arthur, but overall it is just too lethargic, let alone inspiring. Plus, whenever narrative lacks pace in a novel marketed as romantic adventure, including potentially boring subjects such as fishing and finance can just slow it down even more.

But the main issue is that I could not get sufficiently into the head of the vacuous Evelyn to even like her, let alone care about her, and the other characters, even the unjustly accused James, also seemed flat or elusive as well. To cap it off, there are also those annoying random flashbacks that are a particular bug-bear of mine and only work when the editing is tight. By mid-way, I started to skip read and the final mystery wasn’t all that surprising.

Much as I wanted to give it more I'm rather sad that, in all honesty, I can only give this three stars.

(With many thanks to Hachette Australia for the advance reading copy.)

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This slim volume by Eric Vuillard takes us on a very powerful journey in its scant 192 pages. Originally published in French and translated into English by Ann Jefferson, it packs an emotional punch that few lavish biographies or epic novels are able to do.
 
The narrative is pure quicksilver, hypnotic and shiny, slipping this way and that around the incontrovertible bluff of the greatest showman of all time, Buffalo Bill Cody, who created the mass spectacle to which thousands flocked in order to witness for themselves recent historical events in the Wild West. Woven throughout are fictional impressions of Cody’s private life, his spurious beginnings and carpetbagger associates, his womanising, even his town, Cody in Wyoming, and how he became consumed by his own legend and ultimately unable to distinguish truth from the showman’s lies.
 
There is equal force in the retelling of Sitting Bull’s relationship with Cody and how this stately Native American was reduced to being part of the freak sideshow for fifty bucks a week. Then there are the the cast of other  “injuns” who are jeered at, insulted and made to recreate their own massacre every night, only to rise and fight and die again the next day, and the next. Most of them are now forgotten and lost to history, like stunt rider Feather Man who had a fall in Marseilles and died in agony, “all alone on the other side of the world, unable to speak either French or English” with no-one to claim his body and whose remains were eventually discarded in a communal grave. The disturbing tale of Zintkala Nuni (Lost Girl), the infant survivor of Wounded Knee, is especially poignant in how she fell victim to good intentions, transient curiosity and ultimate degradation at the hands of white men.
 
Real history and imagination mix so well here, that it is difficult to slot this book into a specific genre but its impact is in its poetic prose and its brevity. Even the busiest reader can find the time for this rewarding work on how the tragedy of show business is a spectacle that ".... steals from us, and lies to us, and intoxicates us, and gives us the world in every shape and form. And sometimes, the stage seems to exist more than the world, it is more present that our own lives, more moving and more persuasive than reality, more terrifying than our nightmares.”

Five stars.

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(With many thanks to Edelweiss for the advance reading copy.)

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(For more examples of the fine writing in this book, an edited extract can be found here on The Independent book review site.)