#55 The Ruby in her Naval, by Barry Unsworth (Penguin Group)

Recommended by a work colleague of the Wench, Barry Unsworth was another author with whom I was unfamiliar, and I enjoyed The Ruby in her Navel, a tale of courtly intrigue and treason in 12th century Sicily.

It's slightly slow going at times, with webs of deception being woved carefully around the narrator, a Mr Fixit wannabe knight who is both manipulator and manipulated, and who is sidetracked by two very different female attractions. It takes its time to reach a climax, but there are enough twists and turns to keep you reading until the various plots reveal themselves.

There is an eclectic mix of characters, races and religions, with Muslims, Christians, Jews, Latins, Greeks, Saxons, Saracens and Normans all pursuing their own agendas, and Unsworth skilfully relates a world where trust is at a premium and is often misplaced - usually with drastic consequences. Decisions have significant ramifications and, like a game of chess, the one who can predict what will happen five moves further down the line is the one who will emerge triumphant.

One of the things I liked most about The Ruby in her Navel was the prescient tone adopted by Unsworth's narrator. The story is told in hindsight, with frequent "would I only have known that..." and "But more of my father later...", and these hints of what are to come are an extremely effective hook.

I must also mention the book's very first paragraph, which introduces the mystery of Nesrin the dancer, the ruby, a troubadour and the plots which affect kings. It's a fine introduction of what is to come, and the subtleties can be even better appreciated if, once the novel has been completed, you go back to re-read it.

So, rating time:

#55 The Ruby in her Naval, by Barry Unsworth (Penguin Group) - 7/10

Next up: Jelleyman’s Thrown a Wobbly, by Jeff Stelling (Harper Collins)

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#54 It’s Only a Movie, by Mark Kermode (Random House)

It’s always slightly dangerous reading a book by someone you respect and admire. OK, I’ll say it. I bloody love the ever-opinionated Mark Kermode and the film review programme he does with Simon Mayo on BBC Radio 5 live. Immediately, therefore, my expectations are sky high and, unfortunately, It’s Only a Movie: Reel Life Adventures of a Film Obsessive doesn’t live up to them.

It’s not a bad book, by any stretch of the imagination. While not quite an autobiography (although it does chart his career in the film business), there are plenty of good tales and anecdotes, coupled with a deeper forensic analysis of movie-making.

He may be famed for his rants against stodge of the likes of Marley and Me, Transformers, Pirates of the Caribbean, Michael Bay (I could go on…), but there is much more to Kermode, and some of the book reads like a thoughtful essay on various subjects.

Given his favourite film of all time is The Exorcist – as he mentions at least twice on every show – it’s no surprise that perhaps the best of these dissertations relates how watching that particular film was an other-worldly and ‘genuinely transcendent’ experience for him, and it’s more intelligent fare than some might expect from a ‘film book’.

To his credit, he heaps praise for the radio show’s success on Mayo, and quite rightly, because while the knowledgeable Kermode is the mouthy critic, it’s the broadcaster who quite brilliantly steers the bickering ‘wittertainment’ away from the rocks of self-indulgence and into the minds of the Sony Awards judges.

But back to the book, and my main problem, which is the writing style Kermode deploys: because it’s really very annoying. The concept is fine enough, we’re in his head and he’s imagining someone is making a film of his life, so we’ve got Charles Hawtrey playing Mayo, Julianne Moore playing his wife and the much-loved Jason Isaacs (hello Jason Isaacs), portraying Kermode. Absolutely dandy.

But why oh why did Kermode, or the publisher, or the editor, or whoever, allow the entire book to contain a word in italics - every other line or so - to demonstrate extra emphasis. A quick excerpt is called for:

“…true learning (it seems to me) is all about understanding and appreciating just how much you will never know. For example, at the age of forty-six, I am just starting to realise how vast and unbridgeable are the gaps in my knowledge of the history of cinema, a medium which has only been around for just over a century. Even if I dedicated every waking moment of the next twenty years to studying the art of silent cinema, the growth of Indian cinema, and the bewildering marketing expanse of the ‘Pacific Rim’, I’d still only be scratching the surface.”

Do you see what I mean? I’ll forgive Kermode a lot, but it just seems like bad writing if, by the way you use words and construct sentences, you can’t imply such an emphasis without the use of a different typeface.

So, rating time:

#54 It’s Only a Movie, by Mark Kermode (Random House) - 6/10

Next up: The Ruby in her Naval, by Barry Unsworth (Penguin Group)

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#53 The Great Gatsby, by F Scott Fitzgerald (Penguin Group)

Remember when I stayed in a hotel room next to one which was famously used by the man who inspired the character of Jay Gatsby in The Great Gatsby (if not, click here)? Good. You’ll therefore also recall I vowed to read F Scott Fitzgerald’s classic as part of this year-long challenge – and I’m glad I did.

There are some similarities between Breakfast at Tiffany’s, the last book I read, and The Great Gatsby. Both are considered to be among the greatest works of American literature, both are set in and around New York, both feature particularly memorable main characters (Holly Golightly and Gatsby respectively) and, in both books, the tale is told by a dispassionate narrator who gradually enters their world and is fascinated by them and their behaviour.

In truth, it’s hard to compete with Holly Golightly the character, but F Scott Fitzgerald has arguably created a better story in The Great Gatsby, the tale of a wealthy enigma who hosts the greatest parties ever held, but who doesn’t enjoy them himself and barely even knows any of the guests. For all the parties, the grand gestures and the frivolity, there is a sadness and melancholy within the pages as Gatsby attempts to reconnect with a long lost love. This is also demonstrated by the unhappiness of most of the characters, who are having affairs, arguing or struggling to get on in life.

Having grown to know Gatsby, and then grown to like him despite his clearly murky past, the denouement comes as a shock, but continues the sad theme and lament to lost love. If it’s a happy ending you’re after, look elsewhere, but if you prefer rewarding reads, look no further.

Oh, and you can read what the Friend of the Wench (whose copy I borrowed, incidentally) made of it all here.

So, rating time:

#53 The Great Gatsby, by F Scott Fitzgerald (Penguin Group) - 8/10

Next up: It’s Only a Movie, by Mark Kermode (Random House)

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#52 Breakfast at Tiffany’s, by Truman Capote (Penguin Books)

When I was younger, one of the slang phrases of the time, to denote that something was good, was ‘top banana’. This common usage (which eventually led to a children’s quiz programme on TV-am in the late 1980s and early 1990s) prompted a number of fruit-based derivatives, such as ‘fit as a raspberry’ – I never said they had to make any sense.

So what’s all this got to do with Breakfast at Tiffany’s? Well, imagine my surprise when I saw that a writer as illustrious as Truman Capote had used that very ‘top banana’ phrase midway through his classic novella of the mysterious Holly Golightly and her seductive ways. I was so baffled, I looked the phrase up, and it turns out it stems from Vaudeville shows, where whomever was top of the bill was said to be ‘top banana’. In turn, this led to the name of a Broadway play in the 1950s – around the same time as Breakfast at Tiffany’s was written.

But I digress. Breakfast at Tiffany’s is said to be one of the great stories, but I think it’s true to say that people now might think first of the film, starring Audrey Hepburn, than the novel which formed its inspiration. And that would be a shame, because for all the iconic Hepburn’s loveliness, your imagination always surpasses what your eyes can see, and there is much to wonder at within Capote’s pages.

The story apparently prompted Norman Mailer to tell Capote that he ‘wouldn’t change two words’ in the entire novella, and, while I wouldn’t be so bold as to make a similar statement (not that anyone would take notice anyway), it’s evident that it’s a real work of art.

In Golightly, literature has a glamorous figure who revels in daredevil behaviour – stealing boyfriends, consorting with the mafia, inveigling money out of rich men and with a frequent flagrant disregard for friend’s feelings – but manages to inspire in the reader sympathy and likeability. It’s a real triumph, and as Capote gradually reveals the tale, and you learn more about her, you become as hooked on how things will unfold as Katie Price is on maintaining her media profile. And that’s probably the only time you’ll see Jordan compared to Audrey Hepburn.

Breakfast at Tiffany’s is a real delight. Even the wench read it, and I agree with her verdict – ‘darker than I thought it would be’. But there is also a lightness of mood, created by Capote’s lightness of prose, that captivates you until the moment she disappears…

Read the review by the Friend of the Wench here.

So, rating time:

#52 Breakfast at Tiffany’s, by Truman Capote (Penguin Books) - 9/10

Next up: The Great Gatsby, by F Scott Fitzgerald (Penguin Group)

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Just as an aside, those who are following my progress may have noticed that, after a bit of a rocky spell, I’m firing all literary cylinders at the moment and firmly pushing myself back into the frame to complete this challenge. Indeed, not that I’m getting cocky or anything, but after finishing Breakfast at Tiffany’s, I knocked off three more short stories by Capote which were included at the end of the edition I had. Just for fun, you understand.

I’m not going to give full reviews of them, not least because I’m not counting them for the purposes of this challenge, but I have to say that A Christmas Memory is among the best things I’ve read this year, and House of Flowers and A Diamond Guitar weren’t too far behind.

#51 Starter For Ten, by David Nicholls (Hodder Paperbacks)

To paraphrase Humphrey Bogart, of all the books in all the world, the Friend of the Wench and I both chose the same one. I trust readers will believe me when I say that there was nothing premeditated about our selection of David Nicholls’ One Day – after all, I don’t think I’ve spoken to him for about a month.

But I suppose it goes to show that coincidences do happen, and our contrasting reviews (you can read his blog here) at least proves there is still plenty of room for diversity in our respective challenges.

Until we get to my book 51, that is, which is one that the Friend of the Wench has already reviewed, and was in fact the one I was looking for when I came across One Day. Apologies if it’s all getting a bit incestuous.

I make no apologies for liking Starter For Ten, though, even if many would probably consider it a slightly more childish novel than Nicholls’ One Day. To some extent, they share a common theme, in that both books use university life as a starting point for life experience and personal growth (it sounds like I’m attending a careers interview…), but while One Day seems, to me at least, to be trying a bit too hard, Starter for Ten is more natural and therefore funnier and more touching.

Ostensibly about a shy boy’s pursuit of knowledge and a place in his university’s University Challenge team, it’s more about the trials and tribulations of growing up, and there were a few cringeworthy occasions when I had to momentarily put the book down rather than read what I knew was coming next, as the main character put his foot in it yet again.

You could argue the characters are simplistic and stereotypical, and probably put up a strong argument at that, but unlike One Day, there was a pervading sense of charm that allowed this to be easily forgiven in pursuit of the next chuckle.

It’s not a masterpiece, far from it, but it’s likeable, good spirited and warm at heart, and you could do a lot worse - if only because you're likely to learn something at the same time. Oh, and you can read what the Friend of the Wench made of Starter for Ten here.

So, rating time:

#51 Starter For Ten, by David Nicholls (Hodder Paperbacks) - 7/10

Next up: Breakfast at Tiffany’s, by Truman Capote (Penguin Books)

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#50 Acts of Violence, by Ryan David Jahn (Macmillan)

I’ve made it to 50 – and you know you haven’t read the most riveting book when the landmark itself is probably more remarkable than the novel which made the achievement possible.

There’s something missing from Acts of Violence, by Ryan David Jahn. The premise, the murder of a woman while her neighbours are too self-absorbed or distracted to do anything about it, is interesting enough, and the reader gradually pieces the story together as the focus flits from one character to the next. But the disparate strands don’t fully come together to create a whole.

Clichés abound. One neighbour has been drafted but is worrying about leaving his sick mother, another couple are experiencing swinging for the first time, a woman has found out her husband has been having an affair, another man is having his first homosexual experience and yet another couple are in potential trouble with the law. Did Jahn miss anything?

It’s by no means terrible, and there are some good dark ideas but it’s not carried off with anything like enough élan to grab your attention.

So, rating time:

#50 Acts of Violence, by Ryan David Jahn (Macmillan) - 5/10

Next up: Starter For Ten, by David Nicholls (Hodder Paperbacks)

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#49 Thank You for the Days, by Mark Radcliffe (Simon and Schuster)

Autobiographies and biographies have been few and far between during this challenge, and although Thank You for the Days, by DJ Mark Radcliffe isn’t quite one of those, it’s definitely in that ballpark. Rather than follow the formulaic route of discussing his upbringing - and revisiting all those sentimental childhood episodes which bore most readers of autobiographies – Radcliffe has wisely opted to reminisce about a series of notable moments during his first 50 years.

So we have The Day I Took Bros into a Goods Yard, The Day I Introduced David Bowie on Stage and The Day I Heard That John Peel Had Died, and it works pretty well, all told. In the introduction, Radcliffe himself points out that a good deal of his life story isn’t even interesting to him, so ‘there’s no reason why anyone else should want to hear about it all’.

The collected snapshots do provide a fairly rounded picture, however, and Thank You for the Days is much like the self-deprecating Radcliffe himself, hugely knowledgeable about music, pretty funny at times, occasionally insightful and regularly entertaining.

I have a few criticisms. Some of it is overly sentimental and some of the comic asides are a bit obvious when written down but, equally, there are also some real hits, such as the time when Mark and colleague Lard upset Kylie Minogue by asking an unscripted question at a screening An Audience with… and the inside story of his sacking from the Radio 1 Breakfast Show.

So, rating time:

#49 Thank You for the Days, by Mark Radcliffe (Simon and Schuster) - 6/10

Next up: Acts of Violence, by Ryan David Jahn (Macmillan)

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#48 One Day, by David Nicholls (Hodder and Stoughton)

I was looking for a different book by David Nicholls (Starter for Ten) when I came across One Day, and, after reading the blurb, remembered that I had once heard Simon Mayo discussing it on the book review slot of his old BBC Radio 5 live show. Which is about all the impetus I need when it comes to selecting my next book.

Without pre-empting the whole rating business, One Day perfectly passable fare and I can’t dispute it provided some enjoyment. However, I must take issue with the incredible number of ‘book of the year!” testimonials from critics and other authors which adorn the cover and opening few pages, sample quote: “Every reader will fall in love with it. And every writer will wish they had written it.” (Tony Parsons, by the way)

There are some things to like about One Day, which explores and follows the relationship between Em and Dex, two students who sleep together on their graduation night, over the following 20 years. Crucially, the author just dips into their lives on one day per year, the anniversary of that first encounter, so you have to pick up whatever else has happened in their lives on the other 364 days. As devices go, it’s not bad, and it’s to its credit that it doesn’t feel like it overstays its welcome.

However, I can’t agree with Nick Hornby when he says One Day is ‘brilliant on the details of the last couple of decades of British cultural and political life’. No, it’s not. Parts of the novel feel like Nicholls has Googled a timeline for each year and just chucked in a couple of references to significant events so the reader can place themselves in the story to provide some additional colour. Oh, New Labour have just won the election (I remember that!) so it must be 1997; look, the lead character is presenting a late-night ‘largin it’ television show and dating a lad’s mag babe so it must be the late 1990s.

If it’s love you’re looking for, you’ve come to the right place. There is unrequited love and requited love, coupled with cheap flings and affairs, but aspects of the two main characters are so determinedly unlikeable that you don’t really care about their relationship or whether they will find love. Bad boy Dex is particularly hard work; after he’s spent so long being thoroughly unpleasant to Em, does Nicholls really believe we want Em, whiny though she often is, to end up with him?

All that said, there were some poignant and endearing moments. I cried, of course. I didn’t see the final twist coming. I laughed a few times. It’s like an unchallenging Hollywood rom-com, probably starring Jennifer Aniston – you know what to expect, it’s going to pass the time and be moderately entertaining, but it won’t change your life and you’ll have forgotten it tomorrow. Which is why these reviews need to be written quickly...

Oh, and a quick hello to Guilty Feat, a fellow Wire watcher (so obviously someone of particularly distinguished taste) who has kindly pointed me the way of his own review of One Day. We agree, we disagree, but I enjoyed reading his opinion.

So, rating time:

#48 One Day, by David Nicholls (Hodder and Stoughton) - 6/10

Next up: Thank You for the Days, by Mark Radcliffe (Simon and Schuster)

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#47 Psmith, Journalist, by PG Wodehouse (Century Hutchinson Limited)

Regret wasn’t a feeling I was expecting after embarking on this challenge. Enjoyment yes, interest definitely, maybe a bit of boredom, but certainly not regret – yet that was my overwhelming emotion after finishing Psmith, Journalist, my second PG Wodehouse book.

I should clarify. It’s not regret at having read this particular novel, but rather a sense of guilt that I waited this long into my life to tackle any of Wodehouse’s celebrated oeuvre. Which, so far, is brilliant.

In the front of my copy of Psmith, Journalist, there is a list of all of PG Wodehouse’s books. Excluding autobiographies, there are 92 in total and the way I’m feeling at the moment, little would make me happier than reading the complete works over the 12 months and adding on another eight books by other authors to complete the century and my challenge.

It’s not possible, of course. Not only did I read 40-odd books before picking up my first Wodehouse novel, Pearls, Girls and Monty Bodkin, I’m also limited to some extent by what’s available in the library. That and the fact that I’m trying to read new authors – and who knows what other wonders are out there – means my eye must occasionally wander away from the shelf of Ws. But I hope that illustrates just how eagerly I’m devouring his work.

The books themselves sound insubstantial. Psmith, Journalist tells the tale of an Englishman in New York, who alters the direction of a cosy weekly newspaper into a hard-hitting tabloid taking on social issues and attracting the attention of local gangs, but Wodehouse is so witty and his use of language so deft that it’s a real joy.

When I visit the library (about which I promise I’ll write more another time), I take out about nine or 10 books at a time, and I then try to sort them into some kind of order to ensure a bit of variety and that I don’t have to read two similar books back-to-back, and so forth. This month, it was a real struggle not to throw the system (if not the books) out of the window and read the Wodehouse straight away, and I can give no higher praise.

So, rating time:

#47 Psmith, Journalist, by PG Wodehouse (Century Hutchinson Limited) - 9/10

Next up: One Day, by David Nicholls (Hodder and Stoughton)

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#46 Breaking Dawn, by Stephenie Meyer (Atom)

702 pages. Much like Harry Potter, as the popularity of the Twilight series has grown, so has the length of the books, and (alas for the purposes of this challenge) the last by Stephenie Meyer, Breaking Dawn, is the longest yet. So it’s absolutely bizarre that nothing really happens.

Oh, there are a few incidents. This is the book where Bella becomes a vampire, an event which has been so foretold in the previous three instalments there’s no fear of a spoiler there, but there are a few other twists which might keep the most avid fans fleetingly entertained.

That won’t be the case for anyone else, though. I’m all for building up a bit of tension and suspense, but Meyer never comes up with any sort of climax, merely a situation which fizzles out just when things look like getting dangerous – or what some might consider to be interesting.

A review of Meyer’s next work, the novella The Second Life of Bree Tanner which I happened to notice, points out the problems with the Twilight series better than I can, chiefly that the whole world the author has created, featuring hugely powerful vampires and shape-shifter-like werewolves, is incredibly sanitised.

This is a book when the heroine’s greatest power when she turns into a fearless vampire is to be, well, normal. It might be a great message to send out to young girls, who will form the majority of the book’s readership, but it doesn’t make it readable.

Other will no doubt quibble at the quality of prose, the meandering plot, the length, of time, it takes, for anything, to happen, but one final point if I may? Meyer also experiments with the structure of the book (you get a chapter by Bella, and then one with Jacob, for example), but you can tell things are running out of steam when she contrives to introduce a whole series of new vampires with special powers, seemingly for the only reason that the original ones seem a bit boring now.

Back in March, the Friend of the Wench took umbrage at my middle-of-the-road rating for the third Twilight book, Eclipse. I don’t foresee any such problems with this review…

So, rating time:

#46 Breaking Dawn, by Stephenie Meyer (Atom) - 4/10

Next up: Psmith, Journalist, by PG Wodehouse (Century Hutchinson Limited)

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