Book Of The Summer Book Review!

We interrupt your regular programming to bring you breaking news (or it would have been if I’d read this book when it was first published last summer!) of a book I have completely fallen in love with, The Map Of Us. It’s got a typewriter, a garden, sand art, washing machines, French estate cars, statistics, the colour blue, handbags, a sofa and a dog. Not sure what else a book needs, really.

 

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The Map Of Us 

This book is one of those rare treats that can surprise and delight and stretch the boundaries of genre. It’s got EVERYTHING; a little bit of history, a generous helping of clever, wry humour and tons of humanity. The characters manage to avoid the usual tropes and all bring their own very unique personalities to this quirky tale of family, love and finding your path in life.

Jules Preston is officially my new favourite author, which leaves me in a bit of a pickle because his new book isn’t out yet. So no pressure Jules, but get a wriggle on! Where did he come from? Why didn’t I hear of this book till now? And why isn’t it being made into a film? All questions I will fail to deal with here.

Anyhoo, I don’t like writing reviews that kind of dissect a good book, I feel it’s enough to keep shouting in big letters how much I love it, but I’ll do my best to give you a flavour of this wonderfully uplifting story.

The Map Of Us tells the story of the North family (although it doesn’t really read like a family saga at all) starting with Violet North – a tenacious young woman who is abandoned by her family in a very large house with a very large garden. Unfortunately, Violet cannot walk very far, having suffered from polio as a child, but she does not allow this to hold her back.

Her family had lately abandoned her in a  house with several staircases and a large garden in the hope that she would fall and die as quickly and conveniently as possible. They had told her as much when they left. She had been a burden to them for long enough. Violet could not walk far, but she was twenty-six and had her own house with a large garden and decided to be as inconvenient as possible. She did a grand job.

There’s a hint of fairytale (think Lemony Snicket) to Violet’s story and dare I say a whisper of magical realism throughout the book. Not necessarily in the plot, but simply in how the story is told. There is something of the ‘once upon a time’ to it; the repetition, the short chapters (with funny names), the triumph of good over evil. But we do not linger with Violet for long, as the book shifts gear into the present day with our first person narrator Matilda. I adore Matilda and her dry sense of humour. Her marriage is ending and as a statistician, she decides that in order to better understand where it went wrong, she should write a report on it.

Okay. Maybe writing a report on our marriage with footnotes and a summary and a series of conclusions was another spectacularly bad idea. But that is what I did.

You often hear of books being described as feel good, when really they leave you feeling like you’ve had to ingest unsafe amounts of sugary cringe. But this book really made me feel good – about myself, about life. Because life is (unfortunately) all about challenges and how we overcome them. Life changes us; it’s supposed to and if we’re really lucky, we will find exactly what we need to be happy here. This book even gave me goosebumps when the gardener…. well, I’ll let you find out for yourself.

There are so many laugh out loud (or giggle quietly) moments to enjoy. When Matilda describes her erstwhile husband Matt’s dedication to listening to experimental jazz.

He went to all this effort just so he could listen to music that sounded like an instrument salesman being pushed down a flight of concrete stairs wearing trousers made of trombones.

And another one of my favourite lines also comes at Matt’s expense. We’ve all been here!

Matt was waiting for something to happen. It was hard to tell what. He didn’t know. He liked to think about his future while he was asleep on a secondhand sofa. For all he knew his future may have already come and gone.

Over-arching themes like the futility of building an empire versus the nobility of building a garden; the impermanence of life and sandcastles set against the durability of love and family. It is written with such poetry and honesty and I think this line encapsulates the entire story.

We were a family. We were strange and resilient, too.

I think I’m going to make that my family motto – strange and resilient! Perhaps with a fire panda as my crest. Or a sloth! I digress. The point is, I am utterly beguiled by this book, which seems to have been written just for me. I love that feeling when reading a book – the sense that the author secretly mined your imagination and produced the exact kind of book you wanted to read. And I also like the fact that I’ve found it a year after its publication, because it reminds me that readers will find my books long after the initial hype is over.

So if you like books that take a kindly look at the human condition and find redemption in our foibles, or a story about a man who walks the great moors, even if he is just the figment of a young woman’s imagination who is too afraid to visit the garden, then please give yourself the gift of this novel. It’s just beautiful.

 

 

How To Measure Happiness

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Are we happy? And if so, why does it feel like we’re all going to hell in a handcart? I look around me and all I see are people who are disenfranchised, angry and struggling. But everything should be great though, right? We’ve never had it so good, or is that just how it looks on paper?

Image result for david pilling the growth delusionI’ve just finished reading The Growth Delusion: The Wealth and Well-being of Nations by David Pilling, an economic journalist, who speaks to people like me that tend to glaze over whenever they hear anything to do with figures.  I was instantly drawn by the title, especially after my last post all about decluttering and the adverse affects of consumerism on our health and our environment. It just feels like it’s all getting out of hand.

For our economies to keep moving forward, we must be insatiable. The basis of modern economics is that our desire for stuff is limitless’

 

A growing economy has long been the way to define success, or how well we are doing as a country. Finance ministers can’t wait to tell us how great our GDP is, but what does it mean and does it really reflect our lived experience?  Essentially, Gross Domestic Product measures the economic activity of a country –  the value of all goods and services produced in a given time. Now that’s all well and good, but what it doesn’t tell you is how well we are doing as a society when it comes to things like equality, the environment or most importantly, well-being. It also assumes that limitless growth is a good thing.

Only in economics is endless expansion seen as a virtue. In biology it is called cancer.

It feels like there is a change coming, a revolution perhaps, that will seek to overthrow this idea that everything should be sacrificed in the name of GDP. Whether it is the new generation of protesters inspired by Greta Thunberg and her calls for action on the environment, or people like historian Rutger Bregman who gave that now infamous speech on taxes in Davos. (Here’s a link if you’ve missed it, which also includes the Executive Director of Oxfam, Winnie Byanyima talking about developping countries and the effects of globalisation.)

Pilling is calling for a move beyond GDP and new ways of measuring our progress, as much of what we care about as human beings is left out of our economic calculations. The length of time we spend commuting, healthcare, volunteer work, pollution and unpaid housework just don’t feature in this magical number. However it is GDP that drives government policy and ultimately shapes our society, and maybe that’s why there is such a sense of inequality when it comes to the distribution of wealth. When the measurements the experts use to measure it do not reflect our economic reality, there will always be a discrepancy.

And it’s this gulf that might explain the discord among ‘the working poor’,who are constantly being told that things are great, and yet they cannot afford to buy a home or access the healthcare they need.

If your country’s economy is growing solely because the rich are getting richer and if you are working harder and harder just to maintain your living standard, then you are entitled to ask what, precisely, is all this growth for?

All of this disillusionment might go some way towards explaining why people voted for Trump and why people voted for Brexit. We all know the money is going somewhere, but we don’t know where, and that whole idea of ‘trickle down economics’ is clearly not working. So we try to use our democratic vote to change things, only to discover we might have gone from the frying pan into the fire. Pilling’s book also talks about ‘deaths of despair’ and the rising rate of suicide. If it’s all about the economy stupid (as Bill Clinton once said) then why do people feel so hopeless at a time when things have never been better?

The expanding economy has not benefited workers who produced that growth, but rather the owners of capital.

But speaking of Britain, I came across this article in the Guardian recently which could give cause for hope:  ‘Wellbeing should replace growth as ‘main aim of UK spending’

Personal well-being rather than economic growth should be the primary aim of government spending, according to a report by the former head of the civil service and politicians.

This is so heartening to read and reinforces the need for change. Of course it’s difficult to get people on board with the happiness factor when dealing in dollars, pounds and euros, and anyone suggesting more holistic alternatives are labelled as leftie snowflakes (or whatever derogatory term is now en vogue for people who genuinely care for the well-being of society.) But if we’re not working for the betterment of society and our fellow woman, then what are we doing all of this for? To make the rich richer, some might say. The government’s job is to do what is best for the majority of its citizens. I’m not sure that’s what happened here during the banking crisis, when the government decided to bail out the banks – saddling Irish citizens with years of debt. As Pilling puts it:

Banking is socialism for the wealthy and capitalism for everyone else.

As you can tell, this book got me all fired up! It’s a really eye-opening read and looks past all of the jargon that tends to put people off economics (which is probably what those in charge are counting on!). We need to be informed so we can make better choices and demand more from our governments. Whether it’s an overhaul of our welfare system (and where would the creative arts sector be without that) and introducing a basic income like Finland (which – surprise,surprise – made people happier!) or introducing a four day work week, we need to make changes that will lead to a greater sense of fulfillment, dignity and happiness. This is only the tip of the iceberg, but it’s a good place to start.

Special Offer

If you have managed to miss the exciting news that The Story Collector was reviewed in The Irish Times last weekend, then well done to you because I have been telling everyone I know and many people I don’t! To celebrate, The Story Collector is available to download for 99p all weekend on Amazon and if you fancy bagging yourself a signed copy, check out my Twitter page for a chance to win.

What’s that? You’d like to see the review? Well, I mean if you really think it’s necessary, I suppose I could see if I have a copy somewhere…

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Honestly, this is something I will treasure for the rest of my life. I remember years ago, my sister saying “oh you should be writing for the Irish Times”. She may as well have said, you should write your novels from space. It seemed so far-fetched. Even now it feels surreal. I keep wondering, how did this happen? I think a lot of writers tend to overlook the years of hard slog when something amazing suddenly happens, as if it has nothing to do with us. Also it feels a bit indulgent and most of us have been taught not to indulge in our own success. Irish people are renowned for being utterly crap at taking compliments and we are brought sharply back down to earth if we even show signs of having ‘notions’. But when your peers tell you that your achievements are ‘well deserved’, maybe it’s okay to take a moment and say, ‘I did it!’ So sod it, my book is in the Irish bleedin’ Times and I’m flippin’ delighted!!

Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine – Review

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Well, here it is folks – the book I wish I’d written.  Unfortunately, Gail Honeyman wrote it, but it’s probably for the best as she has introduced me to one of the most original, funny and endearing characters I have ever read.  Eleanor Oliphant is in survival mode and does a pretty good imitation of someone living a normal life, while keeping human interaction to a minimum.  Her weekends are endured with the help of three bottles of vodka, spread evenly over the two days until she returns to her office job on Monday morning.  It is this insular existence that has kept her safe all of her adult life, yet this carefully constructed routine of frugal living and eschewing all social contact changes on the night she sees local musician Johnnie Lomond.

Haven’t we all formed an irrational crush on some idiot we never even met?!  ‘The one’, who will elevate our lives from ordinary to fabulous, if only we could engineer some way of meeting them….  It is this unlikely objective that inspires Eleanor to change trajectory and pursue a ‘normal’ life.

“The goal,” she says, “was successful camouflage as a human woman.”  Cue trips to the beautician for a bikini wax (“candle wax?”), and a plethora of other beautifying techniques which create the perfect opportunity for Eleanor’s uniquely witty view on what is acceptable behaviour for most thirty-somethings.  This also coincides with a chance meeting with the IT guy, Raymond who frankly, is no Johnnie Lomond.  His one redeeming feature, however, is his persistence in including Eleanor in his social circle, something that perplexes her no end.

I have read reviews describing Eleanor as a socially awkward oddball and I suppose you could say that, but taking into account the worldwide success of the book (Reese Witherspoon has just optioned the film rights) doesn’t it translate that we can all identify with Eleanor?  Most of us have, by osmosis, learned a kind of social shorthand that sees us through most situations.  But that does not mean that we don’t feel isolated, out of place or alone.  I think the greatest ailment of the modern age is loneliness; this, despite the fact that we are constantly sharing and connecting in ways that were never possible before.  And I believe it is this fundamental malaise that Honeyman’s novel addresses in such a poignant way.

Yet despite dealing with themes that could overwhelm the story with sadness, Eleanor’s lack of social skills and an appropriate filter, create some of the most hilarious moments in fiction I have ever read.  It’s rare that I laugh out loud reading a book, but this book had me snorting and giggling in practically every chapter.  Of course it would have been a good idea to bookmark these passages, but I was just so lost in Eleanor’s wonderful use of vocabulary (years of elocution have, ironically, schooled her in becoming a dazzling conversationalist!) that I simply forgot.

Reminiscent of The Rosie Project (only better) Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine is an uplifting novel for our times with a contemporary female protagonist to rival the much-loved Jane Eyre.  Honeyman has written a novel that does not shy away from the full gamut of human experience, from the scars (both physical and emotional) wreaked by violence, to the empowering beauty of kindness.  Yes, Eleanor is very much a product of her past, but she is a survivor – not a victim.

Book Review – The Portable Veblen

The Portable Veblen

I flippin’ loved this book!! And it’s inspired a kind of protectiveness in me that means, if you don’t like this book, we can’t be friends. As promised in the blurb, it is a big-hearted, laugh out loud story that begins with the simple premise of boy-meets-girl, which only belies the complex journey that lies ahead.  Elizabeth McKenzie is a gifted storyteller, penning a novel that embraces life’s imperfections and lays bare the very human struggle between compromise and authenticity.  Encompassing everything from corporate governance to mental health, war to squirrels, this is a story like no other.

Named after Thorstein Veblen (the American economist and socialist and outspoken critic of capitalism), Veblen’s life is completely inspired by his teachings of ‘conspicuous consumption’ and has spent her life shunning materialistic values for a simple life. She is such a likeable character, who unfortunately seems to put everyone’s needs ahead of her own (“Her unvoiced needs were in remission..”).  Her fiance, Paul Vreeland, (equally likeable) is determined to shake off his past and aspires to all of the trappings that the  ‘American Dream’ has to offer.

I had never heard of Thorstein Veblen and being introduced to him was a highlight of this book.  I love when books expose you to new and exciting topics by stealth!  As we speak, I am tracking down a copy of his book ‘The Theory Of The Leisure Class’.  Whether or not you have an interest in economics, McKenzie explores the issues of status and consumerism expertly through the lens of family, relationships and the ego’s quest to conform and conquer.

The characters are so well fleshed out and true to their own natures that I would hardly question their existence. Both Paul and Veblen’s dysfunctional families provide the perfect backdrop to a story of self-discovery and self-determination.  Packed with philosophical observations and moving introspection, it’s no surprise that this novel was short-listed for the Baileys Prize. Witty, intelligent, with a good dollop of quirkiness thrown in, this is a truly original novel that thoroughly deserves five stars.

 

The Morning After The Night Before

I just want to say a huge thank to everyone who helped to make my launch day such a success!  Thank you to everyone who paid me the biggest compliment by paying over their hard-earned cash to buy a copy of The Cross Of Santiago – I truly hope you enjoy the adventure!  Also to anyone who helped to spread the word, gave me a ‘like’ or participated in the Enchanted Book Tours give-away.  You all helped to make it such a special day and I really appreciate that.  

Keep an eye out for upcoming press releases, features and my next blog tour starting on October 1st.  In the meantime, I’d love to hear your feedback, so if you want to wax lyrical about your thoughts on The Cross Of Santiago, you can write a review on Amazon or Goodreads.  Speaking of which, I got a lovely review from Mira at the Forever Book Lover blog, which you can read here.

Thanks again to everyone for your support and helping to make The Cross Of Santiago the next big thing in fiction… FACT!

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