Review of Rook by Jane Rusbridge

I absolutely loved Jane Rusbridge’s first novel, The Devil’s Music, so I was very much looking forward to Rook. And what a treat it turned out to be! It’s now some weeks since I read Rook; various things have conspired to stop me from reviewing it until now, so when I came to write this I was concerned that I may have forgotten large parts of the novel. I needn’t have worried; as soon as I began to flick through the pages, I was drawn in again to this strangely haunting and atmospheric story.
Nora, an accomplished cellist, returns to Creek House, her childhood home in Bosham, West Sussex in order to come to terms with the break-up of her relationship with Isaac, her teacher and mentor. Nora attempts to fill the hole in her life by running near the sea and giving cello lessons to local children. But it is only when she comes across a half-dead baby rook in a ditch that her life begins to regain a sense of purpose as she nurses the fragile creature back to health. Rook, as she calls him, becomes a strikingly present character in this novel and is wonderfully described, both as a sick baby bird, and later as a rather feisty adolescent:
‘Rook hops and swaggers across the floor towards her. He pauses a little way from her feet and, with a twitch of his head to one side, eyes her up and down. With an extravagant shimmy of feathers, he shakes out his wings before stretching out his neck to dip his head in greeting, his long-feathered tail fanned as proudly as a peacock’s.’
Nora has secrets; she has lost Isaac, and seems to have abandoned a promising musical career, but we don’t know exactly why. What has driven Nora to return to Creek House and a mother with whom she has a strained relationship, to say the least? Ada, whose memory is fading and who spends increasing amounts of time in the past, has secrets of her own. She is bitter and self-centred, and she’s tetchy and snippy with Nora. The tension between them thrums throughout the novel.
There is little comfort here for Nora and perhaps this is why, with the help of Harry, the quietly perceptive odd-job man who works for Ada from time to time, she focuses her attentions and affections on Rook, whom she nurtures until he becomes less a cute baby bird and more an intelligent, perceptive and protective force to be reckoned with.
The other ‘character’ with whom Nora finds real meaning and solace is her cello. At one point, she goes down into the cellar of Creek House to play:
‘… she sits without thinking further and, with the urgency of long deprivation, begins to play the Martinu Cello Concerto no 1: the first movement – Allegro poco moderato. When she’s finished, her arms are shaking and she’s breathing hard. Heart racing, she leans her head against the cold of the cellar wall.’
She is overheard by Harry who sums up not just the emotional depths, but perhaps the very purpose of her playing: ‘This is something else and it’s like…an excavation.
The theme of things being buried and uncovered runs through the novel as the relationships between the characters and the secrets they harbour are examined against a backdrop of an even bigger excavation – the potential exhumation of the body of King Cnut’s illegitimate daughter, who is buried in the local church.  
A novel of complex relationships and the uncovering of buried secrets; the language is lyrical and the rhythm of the prose melodic, reflecting the music that is so much a part of Nora. This novel made me want to listen to cello music and then run out to the woods to watch the rooks; As with The Devils Music, the landscape is beautifully evoked. Jane Rusbridge has an incredibly sharp eye for detail, both in terms of nailing the aspects of a character’s personality, and also in terms of the imagery. This is an exquisitely written, atmospheric and deeply affecting novel.
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What I did on my Holidays (or what I read during my month away from Twitter!)

Okay, so the previous blog post talks about how I managed to do loads of reading during August as a result of not being on Twitter – and of having a week’s holiday in the Yorkshire Dales, and breaking my ankle two days after we got back.  Forced immobility is good for some things!
 So, if you’re interested, during August I read:
Me Before You, by Jojo Moyes (I was halfway through this at the beginning of the month) This was recommended by a friend, and when I saw the cover and read the first few pages, I thought it was going to be a light and fluffy love story. I have nothing against light and fluffy love stories, but wasn’t really in the mood for one. Anyway, it turned out to be far more than that. A love story, yes,  but it was deeply moving and affecting, and with some much bigger themes to think about.
The Leftovers, by Tom Perrota What happens to those left behind after  millions of people disappear in an event that may well be ‘The Rapture’?  Loved the premise, loved the book. Well-written, unusual, and thought-provoking.
Adrian Mole and the Weapons of Mass Destruction by Sue Townsend  Like most people, I read the first two Adrian Mole books when they first came out. But now Adrian is in his late thirties and is still full of angst. Not about the WMD, though; his trust in ‘Mr Blair’ is implicit. I’d forgotten just what a clever writer Sue Townsend is.  I now plan to go back to book 1 and read the whole lot in sequence.
The Untold Story by Monica Ali  What if the Princess of Wales had faked her own death? I wasn’t convinced by the premise – how on earth could a loving mother watch her sons attend her funeral? But Monica Ali has painted such a believable portrait of the troubled Diana (‘Lydia’ as she’s now called), and of her complicit and slightly besotted private secretary, that by the end of the novel, I was totally convinced. Lydia’s intense loneliness and sense of hopelessness comes across well, but this is a ‘warts and all’ representation, and that makes her a very real character. There’s sadness in this novel, but Lydia does manage to wring SOME happiness from her new life.
Archipelago, by Monique Roffey  I’d say this was the highlight of my summer reading. A man is left to care for his 6-year-old daughter after a devastating flood sweeps though their home in Trinidad. The book deals with love and grief and loss,  and with terrible destructive power of nature, as well as its sheer and utter joy.  Sobbed my heart out.  A beautiful book. (full review coming soon)
In the Kitchen, by Monica Ali  This novel appealed to me because the story centres around a chef and a hotel kitchen – having been a chef myself, I loved this aspect,  and the observations are spot on. It was immediately clear that Monica Ali had done her research (in fact, I looked it up, and she said research took a year and she ‘chopped a lot of onions’!)  The novel’s scope is wide, possibly too wide, in that she attempts to tackle themes around immigration, slavery, identity, the world of work, family relationships, mental breakdown, human trafficking and more. I did enjoy this novel, but at 550 pages,  I felt it could have been shorter.
Even the Dogs, by Jon McGregor  I loved Jon McGregor’s first two novels, but wasn’t sure I was going to like this one, which is about addiction and homelessness, and is undoubtedly bleak. The story, which opens with the discovery of a decomposing body, is disturbing and distressing, but it’s so cleverly written that I quickly became closely engaged with the lives of the characters. This novel shows how easy it is to make judgements and assumptions about drug users and alcoholics; it also shows how precarious our ordered lives are and how easy it could be to lose everything. I was left with a powerful sense of ‘there, but for the grace of God…’ 

Lucky 7 – Seven Lines from New Works

Interestingly enough, I’d already decided to write a blog post about how to justify displacement activities (coming soon)when lo and behold, I found myself tagged by Jane Rusbridge, author of the wonderful The Devil’s Music, and the forthcoming Rook, in the ‘Lucky 7 – Seven Lines from New Works’ thingy on Twitter. I couldn’t possible let a fellow author down (that’s the justification) so here goes.  The rules are:
Go to page 7 or 77 of your current manuscript
Go to line 7
Post the next 7 lines or sentences, exactly as they are – no cheating
Tag 7 other authors to do the same
What fun! We get a sneak preview of each other’s books and we get to justify some time away from what we’re writing now to go back to lines we’ve already written. Hoorah! So, here is my contribution. It’s from page 7 of The Things We Never Said, which is due to be published by Simon & Schuster in May 2013. 
After, they hold hands as they lie side by side, hip to hip, thigh to thigh, each enjoying the heat from the other’s skin, reluctant to break the connection by allowing air to move between them. For once, perhaps sated by food, wine and sex, Jonathan falls asleep quickly and sleeps peacefully for a good few hours before slipping into the recurring dream that has plagued him over the last few weeks. He is up to his knees, building a snowman. Dazzling sunlight glances off the whiteness and there are deep drifts all around. He can feel the snow under his fingers, but suddenly the cold is shockingly, unbearably intense. Then he is waist-high, trying to struggle free, and that’s when he sees the child, not much more than a baby, sinking down in the snow next to him. He tries and tries to pull her out, but it’s hopeless; the snow has claimed her.
Poor Jonathan. Apart from the dream, this is a brief happy moment in his troubled life, and he has no idea just how much more troubled it’s going to become.
So, now to tag my fellow authors.  I could tag a great many wonderful writers but am only allowed seven, so have picked seven lovely ladies who don’t seem to have been ‘got’ so far. I hope you’ll let us have a sneak peek at your Lucky 7!
Sally Quilford @quillers
Mel Sherratt @writermels
Abi Burlingham @abiburlingham
Judith Kinghorn @judithkinghorn
Nettie Thomson @nettiewriter
Janice Horton @janicehorton
Shelley Harris @shelleywriter

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Links to all my Food Bits & Reading Bits

When I first started this blog, every post included a ‘writing bit’, a ‘reading bit’ and a ‘food bit’. Often, the reading bits were book reviews, and the food bits included recipes or meal ideas, usually (but not always) vegan or vegetarian.  Alas, I soon realised that, in my enthusiasm, I’d rather underestimated the time it would take to write three different components each week, so I now tend to stick to one or two subjects.  But I’ve realised that the titles of the posts only refer to the writing bit, so in this post, I’ve listed all the recipes and book reviews (the early ones are very brief – they get longer!)  that I’ve written so far, and I’ll keep adding to them as I write more, with the most recent first.

4 October
Book review: Archipelago by Monique Roffey

6 September
Book review: Rook by Jane Rusbridge

20 Jan 2012
8 Jan 2012 
22 Dec 2011
11 Dec 2011 
2 Dec 2011
25 Nov 2011 
19 Nov 2011 
12 Nov 2011 
4 Nov 2011 
Book: Blackmoor, by Edward Hogan
Food: Ratatouille crumble
Book: The Still Point, by Amy Sackville
Food:  Vegan burger & chips
Book: The Devil’s music, by Jane Rusbridge
Food: Smoked haddock pie
Book: Glasshopper, by Isabel Ashdown
Food: Butternut squash and walnut risotto
Book: The Elegance of the Hedgehog, by Muriel Barbery
Food: Vegan Cassoulet
Book: A Visit from the Goon Squad, by Jennifer Egan
Food: Vegan cupcakes
Book: The Road Home, by Rose Tremain 
Food:  Vegan sausages and mash with red wine and onion gravy


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Review of Hurry Up And Wait, by Isabel Ashdown

No ‘Writing Bit’ this week, because it’s a book review instead.
The Reading Bit
When I first started reading Isabel Ashdown’s Hurry Up And Wait, I thought it was  going to be an enjoyably  nostalgic look at teen culture in the mid eighties. And it was, but then things took a much darker turn and that’ s where the story really took off. 
The main section of the novel is set over the course of the 1985/86 school year, and is framed by present day sections at the beginning and end. My own teens were a little before this, but the dynamics of teenage friendships were the same then and I suspect they aren’t too different now. Teenage girls are often fickle, their friendships coming and going like the tides. One minute, girls can be inseparable, intense, hanging on one another’s every word; the next minute they’re indifferent at best, spiteful and cruel at worst.   This perennial truth is well observed and expertly portrayed in this novel.
Sarah is always slightly on the edge of a group of three, so she’s particularly vulnerable to the  whims of Kate, the coolest of the three and very much the leader. When Kate decides to make Sarah suffer, she leads the third girl, Tina, in a campaign of taunting and bullying.  And yet Sarah – an all-round  nice, sensible girl – is still attracted to Kate as a friend, despite Kate’s cruelty and betrayal.
Hurry Up And Wait shows brilliantly how vital these unsatisfactory friendships seem at the time. For Sarah, whose mum died when she was tiny and whose dad is older and less cool than the other dads, her friendship with Kate is central, but her increasingly close connection with Kate and her family leads to an event that has a devastating effect on Sarah’s life.
This novel is a treasure trove of period detail and of authentic characters. Some, such as Sarah, her dad, and one or two of her friends, are thoroughly likeable; others, such as Kate , Dante,  Jason, and the awful teacher Mrs Minor, range from the not-so-likeable to the distinctly unlikeable. But all are convincing. The novel starts in the present day with Sarah, aged almost 40, arriving for a school reunion. She then takes us on a journey through her memory as she relives that turbulent final school year before bringing us back to the present where she faces the  truth of what happened all those years before.  
I enjoyed Isabel Ashdown’s first novel, Glasshopper, but I enjoyed this even more. The style is so easy to read that before you know it, you’re two thirds of the way through the novel – I read the last third in one sitting!  I’d say hurry up and read Hurry Up And Wait!
The Food Bit
Freezing out, isn’t it?  When you’re cold right through and feel the need for some warming vegan comfort food (yes, is does exist), try soya mince with vegetables, garlic, red wine and herbs.  This is a ‘one pot’ dish, so you’ll need a large pan.
For two people, you’ll need one onion, a couple of largish potatoes, a few carrots, and a handful of other veg – whatever you’ve got in the fridge, really. I made this the other night and used half a  red and half a  green pepper, some mushrooms and three baby sweetcorns that were left over from a stir-fry. But broccoli works well, too, and so do green beans. You’ll also need 50g of savoury soya mince, about two pints of vegetable stock, half a tin of chopped tomatoes, a heaped teaspoon of tomato puree, three cloves of garlic (crushed), some mixed herbs and a good slosh of red wine. 
First, peel the potatoes and carrots and cut into chunks, then boil in half of the vegetable stock until almost cooked through. Make up the soya mince following the instructions on the pack but use some of the  veg stock instead of water. (It’s usually ‘add 150ml water to 50g soya mince and leave for ten minutes’)  Chop the onion and fry in olive oil until soft, then add garlic  and cook for a minute or two. Add all other ingredients except the stock and tinned tomatoes fry gently for a few minutes. Add stock and tinned tomatoes and simmer until all the veg is cooked and the flavours are absorbed. Taste, then season as required with salt and freshly ground pepper. You can also add more stock if required – I usually serve this in bowls. You don’t really need anything else with it, but is there’s sauce to be mopped up at the end, crusty bread is good.

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It’s Christmas!

The Writing Bit
No Writing Bit this week – it’s Christmas, and the only writing I’m doing is shopping lists, gift tags and Christmas cards!
The Reading Bit
When I look back over my Reading Journal  (great Christmas present!) I see that I have read 33 books this year, still  long way short of my target of 50. Included in the total were two memoirs, but the rest were novels, including four re-reads.
So, my top 10 reads this year (some new, some not so new), in no particular order, are:
The Road Home, by Rose Tremain – this was one I’d read before but returned to it because it’s such a beautifully crafted novel with a wonderful central character.
A Visit from the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan – original and surprising. I thought it might be a bit ‘tricksy’ and annoying, but it’s currently in my lifetime top 10. See my blog post September 23 for a very brief review.
The Rapture, by Liz Jenson – strange, chilling and beautiful. You need to be prepared to suspend disbelief, but it’s worth it.
So Much for That, by Lionel Shriver – some readers found this a depressing book, others viewed it as a rant against the US healthcare system. The subject matter – terminal illness – is certainly not cheery, and there is an element of ranting. However, the novel is ultimately uplifting and I found it incredibly moving and honest. Possibly one of the most affecting novels I’ve ever read.
The Testament of Jessie Lamb, by Jane Rogers – set in the very near future after an act of biological terrorism, this is not the sort of novel I usually go for, however, this is both a page-turner and a ‘make you think-er’.
The Poisonwood Bible, by Barbara Kingsolver – how on earth did it take me so long to get around to reading this book? If you haven’t read it yet, you must do so immediately!  I have to say that the first few pages were a bit hard to engage with, but once I’d got into the book and knew the characters better, I re-read these pages and found them moving and beautiful.
The Devil’s Music, by Jane Rusbridge, wonderful setting, a family tragedy, vivid and beautiful writing – what’s not to like? See my blog post October 14 for a review.
The Yellow Wallpaper, by Charlotte Perkins Gilman – this was another of my re-reads. It’s a short, chilling novel of madness. The character’s post-natal depression is mismanaged by her well-meaning doctor husband, and she ends up in a worse state than she was in the beginning.
This is How, by M J Hyland – the writing is spare and precise; the character odd but affecting. See ,y blog post December 2 for a review.
The Little Stranger, by Sarah Waters – what fun! A creepy, supernatural story set in a huge, chilly and decaying mansion house. The pace doesn’t slacken for a minute and it’s not until quite near to the end that you get an inkling of what’s going on. Wonderful!
The Food Bit
As promised, here are a couple of fab vegan Christmas recipes:
Cashew Nut Roast with sage, onion & apricot stuffing
 About 25g of vegan sunflower spread
1 medium onion and 2 sticks of celery, finely chopped
1 teaspoon of marmite dissolved in about half a pint of hot water (you can use veggie stock, but marmite helps to bind everything.)
500g nuts (I use a mix of cashew nuts and almonds)
2 tbsp soya flour
1 tbsp chopped fresh parsley
1 tsp, dried winter savoury (or you can use mixed herbs)
3-4 slices of bread made into crumbs
salt and pepper to taste
Fry the onion and celery in the sunflower spread for a few minutes. Add the marmite in hot water (or veggie stock, if you’re a marmite-hater) to the onion and celery, then stir in the soya flour, nuts, herbs, breadcrumbs and salt and pepper and mix well. Allow to cool slightly, Grease a loaf tin. Place half the nut roast mixture in the tin and press down, then add the stuffing (see below) and press down well again, then place the rest of the nut roast mixture on top. Bake in the oven for about 40 minutes at mark 4 then turn out of the tin while still warm and serve sliced. This goes really well with all the traditional trimmings.
Stuffing
6 slices of wholemeal bread, made into breadcrumbs
About 80g sunflower spread
3 tsp dried sage (or 8 of fresh sage, chopped)
1 finely chopped onion
About 100g chopped, dried apricots
salt and pepper to taste
Fry the onion in the sunflower spread for a few minutes. Add other ingredients and mix.
Red Cabbage with apple
1 red cabbage, sliced finely
1 small red onion, sliced finely
2 med eating apples, grated
1 tbsp sugar
1-2 tbsp redcurrant jelly
2 tbsp wine vinegar
1/4 tsp ground cloves or half tsp allspice
Salt to taste
Put all ingredients except redcurrant jelly and salt in a pan, bring to the boil, then cover and simmer for about 40 minutes. When cooked, stir in redcurrant jelly and add salt to taste. At this point, you may want to add more sugar/vinegar or redcurrant jelly. Just keep adding little by little and tasting as you go along. Non-vegans might like a bit of butter stirred in just before serving.
Merry Christmas!


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