We’re on the home stretch, now, heading towards the end of 2019, and already anticipating the shiny and new in 2020. September, which I like to call late summer stretching that in to October weather permitting, began with Etgar Keret’s Fly Already a collection of twenty punchy, inventive short stories, some no longer than a page or two. A few of Keret’s pieces are disconcerting – more than a little wacky – others are pure comedy, often using humour to make a point, but all are memorable. The complications of humanity are sweetly satirised and even the rich, who come in for some thoroughly justified lampooning, are treated with a sympathetic understanding. It’s a hugely enjoyable collection, full of surprises. I’d not heard of Keret before although I gather he’s acquired an international reputation. Richly deserved, if Fly Already is anything to go by.
October saw two novels that exemplified beautifully crafted, immersive storytelling, the first of which was Ann Patchett’s The Dutch House. It’s the story of an unusual house, almost a work of art, and the obsessions it sparks. It’s also the story of the Conroys, the family whose history is indelibly marked by this house whose huge glass windows leave them exposed to the world. Patchett’s writing is smoothly polished but it’s her storytelling, laced with an elegant wit, that kept me gripped, wondering what would happen to these characters whose lives are hedged around with secrets and silence, who seem to fall under the influence of this house even when trying to resist it. Altogether a treat: a book to curl up with, well turned out, absorbing and satisfying. I would love to have seen it on the Booker longlist, at the very least.
I’m sure the Conroys’ house was as important to them as the eponymous work in Neil Hegarty’s The Jewel was to its creator. Ostensibly the story of an art heist, Hegarty’s novel explores a multitude of themes through the stories of the theft’s three principle players – the thief, the art historian charged with displaying the piece and the specialist called in to help solve the crime. The result is a richly textured novel whose astutely observed characters have all endured tragedy and misfortune. This is Hegarty’s second novel and it did that rare thing: exceeded the high expectations raised by his fine debut, Inch Levels. I’m already looking forward to his third.
November’s favourites were heralded by a book for which I had even higher expectations, and once again they were fulfilled. This year saw the return of the irascible yet essentially warm-hearted Olive Kitteridge, familiar to fans of Elizabeth Strout’s eponymous Pulitzer Prize-winning book published in 2008. Olive, Again takes the same form, comprising thirteen closely-knit short stories in which Olive is often the central character, sometimes a co-star and occasionally a bit-player. Ordinary everyday day life is filled with events unremarkable to others but extraordinary to those who live through them. Epiphanies are had. Time passes. Olive grows old but not always alone. It’s a triumph. I’m deeply suspicious of sequels but delighted that Strout took me back to Crosby to meet Olive again. My hope is that Frances Mcdormand, who was such a thoroughly convincing Olive in HBO’s miniseries, is already practicing her lines.
Karina Sainz Borgo’s It Would Be Night in Caracas tells the story of a woman in a very different set of circumstances. Now middle-aged, Adelaida grew up against a backdrop of the Bolivarian Revolution. Food shortages have become starvation for many and a source of wealth for others. Abductions are commonplace, gunshot frequent, medicine hard to come by and expensive. When an opportunity presents itself, Adelaida finds herself engaged in the unthinkable in a determined effort to escape the city’s mayhem. Borgo’s novel effectively humanises the horrors taking place on the streets of Caracas through the story of one woman. Publishers’ lists are full of dystopian fiction, often depicting post-apocalyptic events, but if you want to see what a real dystopia looks like, this is it. In the here and now
Rather fittingly, given that I’ve read so many of them over the past few years, I’m bringing 2019’s favourites to a close with a novella. Written in clean bright prose Hanne Ørstavik’s Love tells the story of a mother and her son on the eve of his ninth birthday, a milestone she’s forgotten and he’s convinced she’s secretly planning to celebrate. Over the course of a frigid Norwegian night – each of them outdoors, unbeknownst to the other – their paths will almost cross several times, both returning home to a day which will be far from what either of them might have anticipated. Altogether a very polished, powerful piece of writing, beautifully expressed.
And if I had to choose? That would be a challenge I’d rather not take, but if push comes to shove I’d have to plump for The Dutch House, The Jewel and Olive, Again, although don’t ask me to rank them. As ever, the trimming down to just twenty-four was a painful process, particularly dropping Faces on the Tip of my Tongue, Lot and Echoes of the City, all of which are superb. I hope your year has been as filled with literary excellence as mine.
Just one more review to come before devoting the rest of my posting year to looking forward, previewing some of the delights publishers have in store for us in January 2020. In the meantime, all the above titles link to a full review on this blog should you want to know more, and if you’d like to catch up with the first three instalments of 2019’s favourites they’re here, here and here.
I am about halfway through The Dutch House and agree that it’s immersive storytelling. I had never read any Patchett before this one, but am now keen to delve into more of her work.
Orstavik’s Love was excellent. The ending came as quite a shocker! I had also loved her novel The Blue Room, which was published by Peirene Press some years ago. That one explored a troubled mother daughter relationship.
I’m so glad you’re enjoying the Patchett. Bel Canto is her best known novel, having won the then Orange Prize, but Commonwealth and The Magician’s Assistant – a much earlier novel – are my favourites.
The Blue Room is on my list!
Lovely additions to your list, I read Love last year, and found it unforgettable. I have bought two of your choices as presents for my sister, Olive Again, and The Dutch House. Both of which I really want to read myself at some point.
It’s beautiful, isn’t it, but so wrenching. Delighted to hear that! I hope your sister (and you) enjoy them both as much as I did, Ali.
I’m right with you on Olive, Again. I’m not sure if The Dutch House will quite make the cut for me, though. I haven’t even started compiling any Best Of lists yet!
Pleased to hear you’re do one.
An excellent round-up, reminding me of many of the books you’ve tempted me by over the course of the year, several of which seem to have made their way onto my wishlist. I’d really like to read The Dutch House, and It Would Be Night in Caracas sounds excellent. Thanks for all your hard work bringing these books to our attention!
It’s an absolute pleasure! I’m particuarly pleased that you like the look of Caracas. I’ve not seen much coverage of it which is a shame.
I wish I could read all your books of the year! I’m especially excited to read The Dutch House and Olive Again. And “Love” is still calling to me…
You’ve had a great reading year!
I’ve been very lucky! I hope you enjoy those three if you get to them.
Ah…Olive, Again. No surprise to see this in your Q4 highlights. What a perceptive novel it turned out to be. I’m rather tempted by the Ørstavik; it does sound very good indeed.
Merry Christmas to you and yours, Susan. I hope you have a lovely time over the festive season!
I think you’d enjoy Love, Jacqui. A very happy (and restful) Christmas to you, too. H and I are wondering about rewatching the HBO Olive Kitteridge over the holidays. Very tempting!