The Princes of Pauper’s Pond, Lars Elling (translated by Don Bartlett)

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As children, Arnstein and Truls were incredibly close. Their father, aware of the impending war that was coming, was keen that they learn survival skills and would leave them to fend for themselves in the forest for weeks at a time, never too far from home that they wouldn’t be able to seek help if they really needed it. Seventy years later and the brothers barely speak. They live directly next to each other, and silently argue every year when the apples drop, sweeping them from one side to the other. Arnstein’s grandson Filip is intrigued by what caused the rift and as the story unfolds gradually we are always aware that tragedy is not far off.

The narrative is split between 1912 and 1985 and we feel the shift in time. Arnstein and Truls grew up with the threat of war hanging over them but oblivious in their childhood of the horrors that lay ahead. They enjoy their time in the Norwegian forest, claiming their little kingdom and learning about the natural world. There are some quite grizzly scenes of animals being killed, and the horror of the boys when their traps work a little too well. There is an innocence and naivety about them, always tinged with a sadness, knowing that their closeness will be broken.

Through Filip’s eyes we see the strain of their estrangement, the stubbornness of both men to heal the rift. He is a teenager, on the cusp of leaving school and trying to work out the world for himself. An aspiring artist, we see his struggles as he strives for improvement, and the blunt honesty he receives from his elders. He must also come to terms with the realisation that his grandparents were once young and full of hopes and dreams themselves. Can he learn from their paths to find a more harmonious route through his own life?

Elling’s debut novel is frequently beautifully written, gently paced and meditative. It didn’t have me rushing back to it but it’s enjoyable once you have picked it up (except perhaps some of the more gruesome scenes, depending on your squeamishness). A thoughtful examination of family dynamics, trauma, and generational impact.

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Fluke: Chance, Chaos, and Why Everything We Do Matters, Brian Klaas

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In this very readable book Klaas takes us through theories that may shift the way you think about the world. It starts quite heavily with a tale about how the target for the first atomic bomb was chosen, and with a personal story from the author’s own family, involving a horrible mass murder, without which he wouldn’t exist. This idea that everything that’s happened before leads us to where we are now is repeated throughout, possibly leaving the reader to struggle with a sense that they have no control over the events of their own life, while simultaneously having a huge impact on the world around us and the events of both our own and other people’s lives.

Klaas references the idea of the ‘Garden of the Forking Paths’, as explored in Jorge Luis Borges’ story of the same name. In it, the thought is that each step we take opens some routes and closes others to us. Similarly, other people’s decisions may also be closing off possibilities for us which we will never know about. Klaas recounts some incredible stories where people’s actions change the course of another’s life, from a lost toy at sea saving someone’s life, to the simple gift of a tie doing the same. Klaas’ argument is that these things aren’t actually as rare and unlikely as we imagine, that because of the nature of how events unfold it is inevitable that these flukes of luck will happen.

On the topic of luck, he also explores the idea of genius, and the misconception that those who are most wealthy should also be the most intelligent or hard working, where in fact the number of extremely intelligent people is so small that the likelihood is that the ultra-wealthy will more often than not come from the mass of people with middle level intelligence. He points to the fact there is a lot of luck involved in being very successful. 

If you’re feeling a little disheartened and insignificant from this line of thinking, rest assured that Klaas also believes that the person carrying out the actions are important. He gives the example of Charles Darwin. He came up with the theory of evolution around the same time as Alfred Russel Wallace was exploring similar ideas. Not only was there some chance involved in Darwin being on the Beagle, allowing him to have the experiences he needed to develop his ideas, but Klaas believes it’s possible that if Wallace had published the ideas he may not have been taken seriously for a number of reasons. Yes, it is often true that inventions and new ideas are developed by multiple people almost simultaneously, but Klaas’ argument is that it is contingent on who it is that shares their findings to have them accepted and popularised.

Toward the end of the book Klaas also looks inward at the study of social sciences and discusses the problems inherent in research. Ten different researchers can be carrying out experiments on a particular hypothesis, but only the one whose results prove it are likely to publish, thus ignoring the failed attempts of others and giving a skewed version of reality. Even when results are peer reviewed and validated, repeating them and gaining the same results can be challenging. Further still, he discusses a study which showed that if you give the same data to many groups of researchers the way they work with the data will mean that different conclusions are drawn. 

An interesting book with plenty of fascinating examples of the strangeness of life. Even as a lay reader some of the anecdotes and studies were familiar, but a refresher is no bad thing. It didn’t completely blow my mind or change the way I think about life but it did make me think. A very accessible look at some big, complex ideas. 

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The Pirate Queen, Ariel Lawhon

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In this exhilarating new historical fiction Lawhon takes us through Grace O’Malley’s/Grainné Ní Mháille’s eventful life in a non-linear narrative showing her at different stages of life - Mistress, Mother, and Matriarch. Grace is drawn to the sea from a young age and longs to spend her days sailing, seeing other countries, and generally ignoring gender expectations. Unfortunately, living in the sixteenth century, she cannot be her father’s official heir, and is expected to marry strategically. The shifting narrative variously gives us glimpses into her future or shows us how she got to the place we meet her. She is a young girl learning to fight with a knife, a mother with a husband she hates, and a prisoner of her lifetime enemy, Richard Bingham. We can see from the start that her life will not be calm or peaceful.

Grace is an impressive, commanding figure, the de facto leader of the clan, but we do see a softer side of her at times. Her longterm love of Richard Bourke, reciprocated strongly, leads to some of the most touching passages in the novel. Having glimpses into her future also allows us to know when certain things are not going to work out for her, and it’s interesting to see how all the pieces fall into place. Unfortunately, her first marriage is not a happy one. Her husband is unkind and violent and we see how little power she has when those around her refuse to concede to her. The experience makes her wary and determined never to find herself in such a position again. We see time and again throughout that she is more than able to hold her own, and by her teenage years has developed skills in physically protecting herself. 

With a character such as Grace it would be easy for her to become unrelatable, untouchable and distant, but Lawhon keeps her rooted in family, relationships, frustrations, and hopes, making her feel very real and believable. Her parents are kind and affectionate, but make decisions she regrets. She also feels regret at some of the decisions she has been forced to make in the raising of her own children. Her relationship with her half-brother Donal is a close one and we see them grow together. Richard is shown to be there for her from a young age, stepping in to protect her when he can. Quietly attempting to make her life easier without expecting much in return. 

Of course, there is also much swashbuckling action. Ships are boarded, captains killed, and lands change hands at sword point. The politics of Ireland, England, and Spain are examined. A complex story is woven skilfully so you don’t feel lost even if you go in with no prior knowledge. Lawhon maintains a strong mix of action, violence, and more human stories. There are scenes depicting attempted sexual assault, and references to attacks, as is common in historical fiction, but Lawhon does not dwell unnecessarily. We are aware of the danger to women in this period without gratuitous descriptions. A thoroughly enjoyable book about a historical figure I knew nothing about before reading it, but who I came to care for throughout.

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The Unconsoled, Kazuo Ishiguro

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Mr Ryder arrives in an unspecified European city, one in which the inhabitants are despairing. Mr Brodsky, the local star conductor, has fallen to alcoholism and Mr Christoff, a once popular cellist, has fallen out of favour. They feel a desperation that culture is crumbling around them and that Ryder’s presence and imminent performance will help rectify this. The novel proceeds to take us through Ryder’s time in the city, pulled from one obligation to another, aware that his schedule is very full but unsure of what exactly it entails. The novel starts slowly and seems to shift reality. He goes to meet people he doesn’t know only for them to seemingly be his intimates. He is not from this city but continually bumps into people from his past with unusual regularity. Reality is never quite what it seems. He doesn’t know his way around, unable to find his way to apartments he should be familiar with, and distance and time bend, making him travel long distances only to find himself just around the corner from the hotel in which he is staying. This can be quite disorienting but seems to settle somewhat as the novel progresses, or perhaps you merely become accustomed to the unruliness of reality.

Ryder is an intriguing character. We hear from others that he is an unpleasant, demanding man, but for the most part we don’t see him acting as such, although there are glimmers, and toward the end they become more frequent. He will be within earshot of people planning unfortunate events for him and insulting his personality and yet appears not to hear or care. Every time he tries to rest he is interrupted and sent on another errand, and while he attempts to keep his obligations he is so easily swayed into a new task that he is constantly letting people down. As the performance edges closer he becomes increasingly anxious that he hasn’t had time to practice, and that he hasn’t even settled on which piece he will play. His attempts to reclaim his time are largely unsuccessful as the climax of other character’s stories come to a head and Ryder is always at least partially involved.

Ishiguro does a good job of drawing the characters and their situations in such a way that you feel for them despite only quite brief passages devoted to them. Some characters are fleeting, others repeating. Mr Brodsky is a constant throughout, as is Mr Hoffman, the manager of the hotel. In the final fifth or so we see the realities of their lives unfold, often learning of tragic backstories while they scramble to find a way to make their present and future more satisfying. Relationships are fraught, well worn lies are confronted, and we see how expectations build up unfairly on younger members of families. There are some truly upsetting passages as well as some farce, creating a strange mix of humour and emotion. 

There are many examples of bad parenting in this novel. We learn early on that the friendly hotel porter Gustav continues to have a relationship with his daughter Sophie but that he let her down emotionally while she was young and she hasn’t said a word to him since. Ryder, in his sometimes role as father/guardian of Sophie’s son Boris, upsets her by similarly sitting by while Boris suffers. The Hoffmans treat their son Stephan with surface level politeness and feigned support, while completely dismissing his dreams and abilities. Ryder’s own parents, who he has been so eager to ensure are well looked after, don’t show up for him time and again. There are reflections of situations in different characters leading some to suggest they are versions of Ryder at different stages of his life.

In all a very curious novel. It’s a book that demands your attention and reflection but manages to be very readable nonetheless. Many have described it as like reading a long anxiety dream, and although I completely understand this interpretation, I didn’t feel the anxiety transferring to me in the same way as it did in Ducks, Newburyport, for example. My first Ishiguro and I’m well aware it wasn’t an easy one to begin with, but I enjoyed the writing and would be interested to read more of his work.

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