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Monthly Archives: November 2020

Planning: January – March 2021

25 Wednesday Nov 2020

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Well, we still weren’t able to sit at our lovely bay window in The Roebuck for our planning last night due to Covid restrictions, but it was great to see everyone on Zoom and be able to chat and discuss our reading plan for the first three months of 2021. Here’s what we decided to read:

January 2021

5th (Novel) – Monogamy by Sue Miller (Kay)

12th (Poetry) – Louise Gluck [winner of 2020 Nobel Prize in Literature] (Tim)

19th (Short Stories) – The Dead by James Joyce (Tim)

26th (Theme) – Books with memorable opening or closing lines (Kay)

February 2021

2nd (Novel) – The Shiralee by D’Arcy Niland (Ted)

9th (Poetry) – Poetry learnt by heart; what do we remember learning at school and later that’s stayed with us? (Christine A)

16th (Short non-fiction) – A Month in Siena by Hisham Matar (Kay via a recommendation from Christine B!)

23rd (Theme) – Books on the nightstand during Covid; what ‘rubbish’ and escapism kept you going? (Margaret)

March 2021

2nd (Novel) – Prague Nights by Benjamin Black [aka John Banville writing a thriller under pseudonym]  (Christine B)

9th (Poetry) – Favourite cat poems (Kay)

16th – Planning Meeting!

23rd (Short Stories) – Pretty Tales for Tired People by Martha Gellhorn (Doreen)

30th (Theme) – Novels set in the tropics – a bit of escapism in the winter months? (Ted)

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If you’re a visitor to this blog and would like to join in our discussions, do please read any of these books and share your thoughts via Comments the week we publish our reviews. We’d love to hear from you. Happy reading!

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A Very Private Life by Michael Frayn

18 Wednesday Nov 2020

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Our novella choice this month is Michael Frayn’s A Very Private Life and was recommend by Doreen:

Doreen:

I first read this when it was originally published in 1968 and reread it recently when someone I know well, but who isn’t a keen reader, mentioned that lockdown seemed  like a book she’d once read. When she told me the plot I realised it was the Frayn story. At the time I registered it as a different departure for the writer and found it interesting but not particularly striking – now I marvel at his clairvoyance and ability to imagine the long-term impact of trends already observed.

The edition I got hold of this year has a new preface in which Frayn explained he was walking down a wide suburban street in Phoenix, Arizona, around midday and was struck by the well-spaced shuttered homes silent except for the hum of air conditioners and each isolated from the others. Deliveries came and were taken in. The self sufficiency and at the same time, the alienation, inspired his foray into dystopian science fiction. When I first read the book I found it an interesting example of genre fiction and was reminded rather of my reaction when I first read H.G. Wells’ The Time Machine and wondered why on earth the Morlocks let the useless Eloi lead their pampered lives, although Wells’ explanation had a far grimmer answer than in Frayn’s fantasy.

The medicated life of the inhabitants of Uncumber’s bubble home recalls Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World as well as the valium’d Stepford Wives of that era in America. However Frayn’s imagination didn’t extend to imagining any way of living except a nuclear family with differientiated male and female roles or a polygamous barbarian set-up. The book remains a gripping read and the imaginary world created, memorable.

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Christine B:

Michael Frayn is a neighbour to most of us and an outstanding eclectic playwright, novelist and renowned translator of Chekhov’s plays. He is best known for his plays which include Copenhagen, Clouds, Donkeys’ Years and Noises Off which, surely, must be the most-performed play by Amdram groups year after year. His novels include Spies and Skios.

A Very Private Life is an unusual, fascinating book written in 1968, over fifty years ago. It is a book that draws one in very quickly, is crisply written and extremely unusual. His prediction of the future is a division between the Insiders and the Outsiders, Utopian and Dystopian. When Michael Frayn wrote an excellent foreword in a new edition in 2015 he spoke of an electronic world of sexual relations with pixels, a screen, no illness and the choice to live forever for Insiders but the Outsiders have a harsh life, with more feelings, aggression and kindness. ‘Things have anyway not turned out quite as I and everyone else expected’ and ‘There will be two classes of people in the world and their lives will continue to be very different.’  Five years on it is becoming more prescient.

The main character is a teenager called Uncumber who is rebellious and curious, refusing to take her pill which will make her laugh she longs to see what Outside is like, she falls in love with a man on her Screen and determines to go to the Outside. She has a long, tortuous journey, but succeeds in finding him and experiences what life is  like outside. She’s tough and determined and, against all odds, she survives to tell her tale to us.

Good for her.

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If you’ve read A Very Private Life do please let us know what you thought of it in Comments below.

The Poetry of Dick Davis

11 Wednesday Nov 2020

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Our poet this month is Dick Davis (born 1945). A poet and translator of Persian literature, he was hailed by the TLS as ‘our finest translator of Persian poetry’. Born in Portsmouth to a working class family, he was the first member of his family to attend university (Cambridge). Distraught after the suicide of his brother, he decided to teach abroad. He fell in love with an Iranian woman, Afkham Darbandi, and taught of the University of Tehran during the last Shah’s reign. When the shah fell, Davis and his wife fled Iran, first to UK and then to US where Davis taught Persian literature and began translating Persian poetry. He is Professor Emeritus of Persian at Ohio State University.

Dick Davis was recommended by Christine A. Here are her and other members’ thoughts on Davis’s poetry:

Christine A:

I first noticed Dick Davis as the translator of my copy of The Little Virtues (Natalia Ginzburg) and googled him and found he writes poetry. Then I wondered if the exceptional facility with language, necessary to work on translations, helped in writing poetry. I didn’t reach a conclusion but I enjoyed reading Dick Davis’s poems along the way.

The first poem I came across is ‘A Monorhyme for the Shower’ – a tender observation of a much-loved wife. The poem opens with Lifting her arms to soap her hair, her pretty breasts respond – a delicate image without prurience. He continues with the knowing lines childbearing, rows, domestic care – all the prosaic wear and tear that constitute the life we share. This man definitely knows about the daily grind of relationships yet his deep appreciation of his wife shines through in this lightly drawn homage to her.

His poem ‘A Translator’s Nightmare’ is a riff, full of black humour, on a newly dead translator. He starts his journey in the Underworld where he is berated by poets whose works he had translated in his lifetime. They were angry with the end result and when he flees from them it’s only to find another group of poets with a grudge. This time it is those whose works he did not translate and they are simmering with resentment at being overlooked. When he tries to get away from this group he finds he is trapped and is told this is where he is to end up for eternity – echoes of Sartre’s play No Exit. The final line ‘It’s here, it’s here’ was originally an inscription on the Red Fort in Delhi.

‘Haydn and Hokusai’ is a poem to lift the spirits about the consolation to be found in music or painting:

Haydn and Hokusai

Be with me now, lighten

My lumpen moods, drive off

Ungainly panics, spleen,

Purge me of selfish torpor;

Remind me that you loved

Life’s dailiness, its quirks

And frumpish joy; and that

If there is heaven on earth

It’s here, it’s here, it’s here.

Again Davis uses ‘It’s here, it’s here, it’s here’ as a final line. I usually get quite irritated with notions of mindfulness and being in the present moment but found the emphasis in these two poems unforced and natural.

So some quirky angles and some original subjects.

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Ted:

Thank you to Christine A for introducing this poet to me. The Poetry Archive gave an excellent review of his life and work with several examples of his poems that I enjoyed and I bought a download of forty more. I understand from reviews that his work belongs to the literary movement known as New Formalism in American Poetry and that he is deliberately unfashionable.

‘A Monorhyme for the Shower’

Lifting her arms to soap her hair

Her pretty breasts respond – and there

The movement of that buoyant pair

Is like a spell to make me swear

Twenty odd years have turned to air

Now she’s the girl I didn’t dare

Approach, ask out, much less declare

My love to, mired in young despair.

Childbearing, rows, domestic care –

All the prosaic wear and tear

That constitute the life we share –

Slip from her beautiful and bare

Bright body as, made half aware

Of my quick surreptitious stare,

She wrings the water from her hair

And turning smiles to see me there.

I think the poet is saying that he is spellbound by his wife’s erotic beauty as he was twenty years ago. This idea is reinforced by alliteration and the effect of monorhyme [with sixteen repetitions of the ‘air’ sound]. He also creates a feeling of fluidity by running the lines into each other. A beautiful poem!

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Kay:

What a wonderful discovery is Dick Davis so many thanks to Christine A. Reading about his life and his great love – his wife – it was fascinating learning a little about him. I found just one of his poems in my two volumes of Poem for the Day and I loved it (there are many more poems online). Davis wrote ‘6 A.M. Thoughts’, he said, as ‘a poem about how children redirect a marriage from the romantic to the quotidian; that fact was represented by the rude awakenings toddlers can inflict … and from there came sour thoughts … which finally became the subject of this poem, the toddlers being relegated to the status of metaphor’. I have to say I don’t think I ever felt this badly about my kids, but this poem makes for a fun read and will resonate with any parent who has been disturbed in the quiet early hours of the day by small children jumping onto their bed!

As soon as you wake they come blundering in

Like puppies or importunate children;

What was a landscape emerging from mist

Becomes at once a disordered garden.

 

And the mess they trail with them! Embarrassment,

Anger, lust, fear – in fact the whole pig-pen;

And who’ll clean it up? No hope for sleep now –

Just heave yourself out, make the tea, and give in.

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Tim:

I am so glad Christine introduced Dick Davis, hitherto unknown to me.

What an interesting man and life. I loved his poems and hope we could visit a specific book sometime.

He eschews free verse, so welcome to me, and highlights the magic of unselfconscious rhyme which never seems trite or laboured. Much of his poetry is a paean of love to his Persian [nicer than Iranian!] wife.

‘A Monorhyme for the Shower’: ‘she wrings the water from her hair/ and smiles to see me standing there’

‘Uxor Vivamos’: Love in a good marriage surviving the ups and downs of conjugal life – ‘I woke and lying next to you/ I knew that all I dreamt was true ‘

‘The Shore’:

her face 

and body are a blur 

of breathing shadow, where 

beyond that gentle pace

he may by love infer 

the darkness of her hair.

I watched a lecture he gave to an American college audience on the history of Persia and it culture, with China and India the oldest in the world. Shall we visit Rumi some time?

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Margaret:

Thank you, Christine, for introducing me to Dick Davis. I have thoroughly enjoyed casting back and forth over his work today. Totally impressed by his academic and personal credentials, I listened to a talk he gave in the US some years ago, on his deep knowledge and love of Persian Iranian culture, history and literature. He showed that the country’s history is immensely longer than our own in terms of documentation and how it has been bisected between its own early history and the Islamic faith that the Arabs who conquered them in the 7th century, introduced. He emphasised that four other waves of conquerors swept across the country afterwards, two Mongol and two Turkish. He pointed out that an abiding element of Persian Iranian culture rests upon a deep-seated, almost folklore belief that they are ruled by the ‘wrong people’ and that the safest solution to a peaceful life is to maintain personal privacy.

His poems, whether satirical, lyrical, wittily epigrammatic or elegiac, exhibit an adroit flexibility of tone. I enjoyed the neatly crafted rhyming metre he employs (it seems he had discovered early on that he did not get on with free verse).

I found ‘Political Asylum’ with its terse and laconic delivery, very affecting. It begins with immediate effect,

My closest friends were killed. I have a life

That’s comfortable in almost every way.

I haven’t got a job yet, but my wife

Has found a good position with good pay –

 

Enough to keep us going anyway.

I don’t go out much, but, you see, my wife

Is out for almost all of every day.

I read a lot and reassess my life.

 

I’ve tried to write but what is there to say?

My friends were killed and this is my new life;

It’s almost certain this is where we’ll stay.

We like it here, especially my wife.

This is a poem for reading between the lines – the contrast between the husband’s and the wife’s positions, the implied misery on the one hand, and satisfaction of a sort, on the other.

In ‘A Monorhyme for the Shower’, we encounter another couple, where the husband is glancing at his much-loved wife in the shower. The steadfast love, remembered lust and memories and satisfaction he expresses is pitch perfect – especially when in the last line, the wife, ‘turning smiles to see me there’.

We all agree that book groups are particularly valuable because they introduce us to new works and authors. My introduction to Dick Davis completely reinforces this point.

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We’ve all been delighted to discover Dick Davis. If you know his poetry, do please let us know your favourite poems in Comments below.

‘Clock Dance’ by Anne Tyler

04 Wednesday Nov 2020

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Our novel for November is Anne Tyler’s Clock Dance, chosen by Margaret. Born in Minnesota, US, in 1941, Tyler is one of the best-loved and respected writers around. She has written 23 novels, three of which have been short-listed for the Pulitzer Prize and Breathing Lessons won the Prize in 1989. Clock Dance is her 22nd novel and was published in 2018.

Here’s what our members thought of the book:

Margaret:

I have always been a fan of Tyler’s writing. Her unique talent is to convey, with tenderness and empathy, an insight into the different ways in which we conduct our lives. Individuals, families or groups of people spring off the page to meet the reader in Tyler’s work. In the most famous of her books, there are characters who, once met, are never forgotten. For example, meticulous Macon, in The Accidental Tourist who can reduce his routine wash load by showering in his pyjamas; ever-optimistic Ezra in Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant, who constantly devises lavish dinners for his family, none of which ever comes to a proper conclusion, and warm-hearted Maggie in Breathing Lessons, whose lovingly plotted plans for others, again, never quite work out. Several of these books, have been made into successful films.

This 22nd novel, set in Baltimore, may not achieve that level of success, but it nonetheless demonstrates Tyler’s range of intensely alive characters. In particular, she shows her deep understanding of the internal life of an ‘ordinary woman’ in Willa, the central character of Clock Dance. The initial part of the book shows how Willa’s life has been governed by four particular stages: her erratic, emotional and unreliable mother; her engagement and marriage to Derek; her time as a mother; and the death at 43, of Derek, leaving her a widow. When she eventually marries Peter, her second husband, he turns out to be not unlike Derek in his predictability and self-centredness. It seems that Willa’s life has been governed by being of service and of achieving a level of almost welcome anonymity in the process.

However, the action picks up when Willa, at 61, and leading a comfortable, but dull life with Peter, receives an unexpected phone call from a woman who claims to be the neighbour of Willa’s daughter-in-law, actually, her son’s ex-girlfriend, and her 9-year-old daughter. She tells Will that Denise, the soi-disant daughter-in-law, has been shot in the leg, and that Cheryl, assumed to be her grand-daughter needs looking after urgently. Willa, being used to being imposed upon, and of being of use, does not question the call, assumes that her son is the father of Cheryl, although in fact that is not true, and jumps into action. She flies, with a reluctant Peter, to Baltimore and, despite finding that the scenario is murkier and more complex than that, rolls up her sleeves and sets out to help this new household. She forges a good relationship with Cheryl, a sturdily independent child, who, nonetheless, bonds happily with the natural warmth of Willa. Her hectic mother, laid up in hospital, is grateful. The surrounding community of neighbours, which includes a needy teenage boy, a winsome dog, a retired doctor, and various eccentric and typical Tyler characters, welcome Willa with open arms. Tyler’s skill with dialogue is instrumental in bringing this second half of the book to life.

Willa begins to blossom into the responsible, active and positive person she really is. Her life has moved at last onto a fifth stage of involvement and mutual appreciation, which is now leavened by her relationship with Cheryl. It is Cheryl who introduces Willa to the idea of the Clock Dance a game she plays with her friends. Two girls stand behind a third, moving and stopping like a living clock. Willa begins to see her own life – rather late at 61 – as one in which she whirls from stage left to right, in a race against time.

In her race, she comes to understand the complex factors that led to the shooting of Denise and helps the troubled teenager next door, who accidentally precipitated the accident. She finds a small measure of rapport with one of her sons. Quietly, she sees that she has a place in the community. She has been taken to its heart. Some of the most touching aspects of Willa’s story are those parts where she is privy to the philosophical musings of the elders around her. ‘What do we live for?’, they are asking each other. Some advocate appreciating the small matters of life, a cup of coffee in the morning, the sun, small, regular tasks and duties, but Willa has come to realise that she has needed to use her skills, she has needed a grandchild, she needs to be used up before it is too late. All this she has begun to achieve.

Sadly, all idylls have come to an end, and when Willa has to accept that she is required to go back home to Pete, as any dutiful wife should, she packs with a heavy heart and sets out to the airport. We have all stood in line at airport desks … as Willa does here … But wait. This is an Anne Tyler book, and although it has been criticised for some issues of pace and plot in this book, we cannot ever fault Tyler for psychological truth. So – what does Willa do when she reaches the desk?

(Tyler’s final sentences often throw a warm light back onto a book for me.)

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Ted:

I liked the title which is the name of a child’s clock game and is also a metaphor for the main protagonist, Willa’s whirl through the different stages of her life from childhood to middle age. Part One covers five decades, starting in 1967 when she is aged eleven and her sister aged six. Part Two is from 2017 deals with her passage to self-realisation.

In the first decade, which I found the best part of the novel, there are problems dealing with their vivacious but capricious and sometimes violent mother who on occasions impulsively leaves the home for several days. There are poignant descriptions of the little family trying to cope: their father’s grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner which ‘were all he knew how to make’ and the three of them sitting together on the sofa with their father’s arms draped around them. Her descriptions of people and of children in particular are so perceptive.

The decade starting in 1977 sees Willa at college and in a relationship with Derek who comes from a different and wealthy background. He wants to sweep her into marriage without real consideration for her wishes regarding her career. She has a frightening incident on the plane when they travel to visit her parents but Derek minimises the episode when they later discuss it with her parents. Despite her and her parents’ misgivings, Willa decides to go ahead with the marriage. At this stage I felt that Willa was the author of her own misfortune by giving up her potential career to be with Derek.

Twenty years later, married with two sons to her high achieving, corporate husband on the freeway to business associate swim party, Derek becomes enraged with another driver, cuts in front of that car and is killed in the ensuing accident. Having lost her anchor in Derek she felt very vulnerable. She was living in a part of the country that was alien to her, her sons were gradually drifting away, and she had not continued with her own career. She found living alone difficult and without real meaning. Her widowed father said what helped him with this problem was by breaking his day into separate moments: ‘It’s true I didn’t have any more to look forward to. But on the other hand, there were these individual moments that I could still appreciate’- wonderful!

In Part Two, it is 2017 and Willa is remarried to a successful, pedantic, semi-retired business man called Peter whose name for her is ‘Little one’!! [Why does she do this?].  She receives a phone call from a stranger informing her that her son’s ex-girlfriend has been shot in the leg and decides to fly across the country to help. Peter initially accompanies her but later returns whilst Willa stays on and forms a very strong bond with Denise and her nine-year-old daughter Cheryl. She gradually becomes more involved with the rest of the community. Willa comes to understand that she has a place and a role in this community and the outcome of this self-realisation is that she decides not to return to Peter. I loved the author’s descriptions of the different characters, especially the children, but I found this second part a bit drawn out.

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Kay:

I’ve long been a fan of Anne Tyler since Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant, which was published in 1982 when my daughter was two. I say this as I’ve always remembered the main character talking about having so much anxiety after her first child that she thought having a second would lessen the anxiety – but instead found she just had twice as much! Don’t we all know that feeling with our children?

Anyway, I used to read all Tyler’s novels, though haven’t for a while, so was looking forward to reading Clock Dance, published in 2018 (she’s just published a new novel, Redhead by the Side of the Road). However, I was hugely disappointed.

Tracing Willa’s life from age 11 in 1967, it moves quite quickly through various decades of her life in the first half of the book to 2017 when she’s 61. In the first decade, Willa’s mother disappears for a few days (which she does a lot) and this is one of the defining moments of Willa’s life. Willa has to cope with her father, who whistles his way through trying to seem normal, and her annoying younger sister Elaine. Thus begins a life of putting others first. A poignant moment is when Willa remembers her mother singing ‘Down in the Valley’: ‘It was such a lonesome song that it made Willa ache just to hear it now in her mind.’ More heart-rending are memories of her mother’s more volatile and violent moods when she’d shout at Willa’s father and ‘slap Willa in the face … or shake Elaine like a Raggedy Ann’. Later, she makes two disastrous marriages and as a reader you wonder how on earth she could like these men. While it’s a typical path after an abusive, dysfunctional childhood such as Willa’s, somehow Tyler didn’t make it a believable or empathetic for me. So much seemed like devices for supporting the bare bones of a story.

I felt the first half of the book was more a rushed attempt to create a background without much depth and I found it impossible to engage well with Willa or her story. I found it painful to read, and sometimes that can be a good thing in a book, but my feeling was more exasperation than feeling moved. By the halfway mark, I really didn’t want to read on and turned to look at reviews. Was it me? Was I missing something? But the Guardian reviewer was similarly disappointed and writes of ‘several false notes in what starts to be a rather irksomely homely kind of novel’. Perhaps it wasn’t good timing that I’d just finished reading two other middle-American, small-town novels by Sue Miller, which were wonderful and then the Anne Tyler just didn’t do it for me.

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Christine A:

If there was ever a case for persisting with a book when it doesn’t have any immediate appeal, this is it. Initially it looked very unpromising – a tale of apparent maternal abandonment featuring the hapless offspring – in a word bleak. So it was with some trepidation that I started Clock Dance and happily my expectations were confounded.

The book really takes off in the second half and becomes a feel-good novel with engaging characters and an interesting storyline. I found myself intrigued by someone giving up their time (and persuading their spouse to) flying across several states to look after a child they have no connection or obligation. Willa, the protagonist, does this effectively and with a degree of enjoyment and, when the time comes, bows out gracefully. The experience has been a positive one and introduces her to contemporary young person’s worldview. One gripe though, the last paragraph of the novel is an unnecessary tease – whether or not this is a pivot to new things in Willa’s life is beside the point. What is this passion for tidying up a storyline? – I like a writer who can leave a few loose ends, but I realise that is just personal taste.

This is not a tempestuous novel with lots of ‘Ah yes’ moments but a quiet gentle one with insightful characterisation which has led me to ponder the worth of lives spent fitting in with others. Willa and her father before her seem excessively meek but their constancy and willingness to put themselves out for others enables the more flamboyant livers of life.

It’s a satisfying read and when I finished the endearing characters (Willa and Cheryl) inhabited my mind for a day or so as I didn’t want to let them go and for me that’s the definition of a good read.

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Christine B:

Thank you, Margaret, for suggesting a thoroughly enjoyable book by Anne Tyler. I didn’t think it was one of her best but nevertheless a really good read, particularly for our present way of life; I was completely immersed.

I liked Willa but there were times I’m sure she must heard me shouting ‘No, no, don’t do it’ or ‘I don’t think so’. But, of course, that was her character, particularly marrying two similar men, both wrong for her, but she’s not me. She finishes up in places where she doesn’t fit, although she doesn’t know where that would be.

I thought it was very sad that such a good, kind, gentle, intelligent woman’s relatives weren’t interested in seeing or hearing anything about her, let alone meet, particularly her sons. Probably the Gandhi in her. The very sad paragraph – ‘She noticed a man walking toward her in the distance, a fair-haired man in short-sleeved shirt and khakis, and at first she merely registered his approach, but then some jaunty quality in his gait tugged at her and she stopped short. It was Sean [her son]. It was dear, familiar Sean, thirty-eight years old now and completely at home in a strange town’ – was so beautifully, sensitively written, it worth reading the book just for that!

All those different-to-her people do value her, possibly because she is different-to- them. When Ben said, ‘I’ve always meant to tell you that I like the way you look at people’ and Willa ‘felt a twinge of disappointment’ and ‘she had fancied that he’d been going to say he liked the way she looked, period’. Her sister had rejected the awful shallow judgement of appearance; maybe they’d get to know each other if she goes back, I do hope she goes back or even elsewhere.

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One of the great things about book groups is getting different reactions to a book and discussing different thoughts. We hope you’ve enjoyed our reviews – if you’ve read Clock Dance do please let us know what you thought of it in Comments below.

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