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Two Days in London and Four books

Dam Weymouth, Fiona Mozley, Andrew HolgateWith two Young Writer Award dates in the diary, H and I decided to make a weekend of it, arriving on Saturday morning when London was looking its beautiful best in glowing autumn sunshine. I went off to the bloggers’ event at the Groucho Club after lunch where the four shortlisted authors were introduced by Andrew Holgate who gave us a little background to the prize and how important such recognition can be in promoting a writer’s career. Each author gave a short reading before a Q & A led by Andrew. It was a delightful afternoon made all the more so by meeting bloggers with whom I’ve shared so many exchanges over the years. Such a pleasure to chat to Annabel, Kath, Elle, Erica and Naomi, and with Clare and Eric all too briefly. There were trains to catch and some of us had to think about where we were going for supper.Imogen Hermes Gowar, Laura Freeman

Sunday was another glorious day, perfect city walking weather. We had tickets for the Anni Albers exhibition at Tate Modern but had time for a quick wander around the City where I worked for a while in what feels like a another life now. Albers was a weaver who lived a very long and productive life, beginning her career as a member of the Six PrayersBauhaus Group, founded in 1919, whose design ethos was based on simplicity and beauty in a form that could be mass produced for the people. She fled Germany for the US in 1933 when Hitler forced the Group to close. Her pieces are lovely, making use of texture and sheen for effect. One of her most beautiful designs is ‘Six Prayers’ commissioned by the Jewish Museum in New York as a memorial to the six million Jews slaughtered in the Holocaust. A superb exhibition, highly recommended.

In the afternoon we set off for the Foundling Museum which I’d already visited but H hadn’t. It was founded by Thomas Coram who, on his return from America in 1704, was shocked by the number of infants abandoned on London’s streets. He raised funds for his project by staging concerts and exhibitions: both Handel and Hogarth were amongst the artists with a strong association with what was then known as the Foundling Hospital. The Coram Foundation is still active today numbering Jacqueline Wilson and Lemn Sissay amongst its prominent supporters. One of those lesser known museums, well worth seeking out.

Monday morning was taken up with the shadow judges’ meeting the result of which we’ll be keeping between ourselves until Wednesday 28th. Suffice to say it was a close run thing. Amanda, Lizzi, Lucy and I met at 11 am but poor Paul was still stranded on a train, finally arriving in London at 1 pm when the rest of us were long gone – me to the excellent Dishoom to meet up with a couple of friends for lunch. Paul’s input turned out to be pivotal: we’d all have much preferred it if he could have delivered it in person.

And the books? They’re the shortlisted ones of course: The Mermaid and Mrs Hancock, Elmet, The Reading Cure and Kings of the Yukon which I’ll be reviewing on Friday.

The Tyranny of Lost Things by Rhiannon Lucy Cosslett: Communes and how to survive them

Cover imageI was looking for a novel to get stuck into having just given up one I’d been eagerly anticipating but which proved to be disappointing. Set during the 2011 London heatwave, Rhiannon Lucy Cosslett’s debut, The Tyranny of Lost Things, neatly filled the gap.

No one’s warned Harmony about the unearthly shrieks of the elderly alcoholic tenant downstairs which wake her on her first morning in her new flatshare at 26 Longhope Crescent but they’re strangely familiar. Unbeknownst to her flatmates, Harmony has lived in the house before when her parents were part of a commune. Torn between convention and wanting to flout it, Stella fell for thirty-four-year-old Bryn when she was just a teenager, struggling with his throwback hippie ideals, top of the list being free love. Harmony spent her childhood after her parents spilt following her mother from boyfriend to boyfriend and rarely seeing her father who took himself off to Wales. She’s dropped out of university, waitressing in a pub when one panic attack too many decides her to return to the house where she knows something traumatic happened twenty years ago. Harmony moves in with Josh and Lucia telling neither about her past but determined to find out what triggers the nightmares in which a red-haired young woman occasionally appears.

Cosslett structures her novel around a series of objects – many of which trigger memories in the jigsaw of events that Harmony is trying to fit together – interspersing them with snapshots from her character’s commune childhood, giving the narrative a taut thread of suspense. London is vividly evoked in all its grimy, resplendent glory in what feels like a love letter to the city. Cosslett’s characters could easily have been stereotypical cardboard cutouts but she manages to avoid that, fleshing them out into complex fully realised human beings and giving her novel a pleasing edge with her sharp social observation. The skewering of male middle class protestations of political solidarity with the miners’ strike was particularly satisfying. A thoroughly enjoyable novel which made me remember Lukas Moodysson’s hilarious, heart-wrenching film Together. Not sorry to have missed all that in my own old-fashioned, conventional childhood.

Three Brothers: Only connect

Cover imageIt’s been some time since I’ve read a Peter Ackroyd novel – Hawksmoor was wonderful and I enjoyed Chatterton but somehow I couldn’t get on with his later fiction – however something about Three Brothers appealed so I thought I’d try again. Opening in the 1950s it tells the story of the Hanways who live on council estate in Camden. Harry, the eldest, street smart and amiable, knows how to get on in life; Daniel, the middle child, is a bright grammar school boy embarrassed by his working class roots while Sam is a misfit, a dreamer who seems to inhabit another world. When their mother disappears, their father offers no explanation leaving the boys to make of it what they will. Harry and Daniel travel far, in ambition if not in distance – Harry to a Fleet Street newspaper editorship, Daniel to a Cambridge academic and literary career – but Sam continues to drift, fetching up as a nightwatchman. Eventually the brothers lose contact with each other yet connection is the key to this novel, binding the characters tightly and echoing through many of their voices. Unbeknownst to  the brothers their lives are closely interwoven in a series of coincidences – Harry uncovers a political scandal concerning a Labour politician and a slum landlord (loosely modelled on the infamous Peter Rachman) whose rents Sam will later collect; Daniel strikes up a relationship at university with a man who will become the politician’s secretary – and on it goes forming an interlocking web of connection between the three of them.

The novel plays out like a grainy black and white film, following its characters down the grimy back streets of Limehouse slums, into the grand house of a newspaper magnate and the parties of the literati – waspishly satirised by Ackroyd – inhabiting much the same territory as Jake Arnott’s The Long Firm with its tale of corruption, blackmail and murder. Ackroyd’s knowledge of London’s history is extraordinary. It’s stitched so tightly through his writing that it’s not only the backdrop but almost a character in itself so vivid is the sense of place. It’s a constant throughout, but at times a little uncomfortably so as in the supernatural overtones of Sam’s convent visions. The novel builds to a slightly strained climax akin to a Greek tragedy as the nefarious goings-on of almost all its characters are revealed. A few reservations then but it’s an engrossing and enjoyable novel for all that.

So, given that I seem to have overcome my disenchantment with Mr Ackroyd which of his novels should I read next?