‘Sequenced Heir, Nipped Rind’

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“The ambient light is the colour of swamp fog; I am suspended from the ceiling in a net like a balloon at a solstice party; and there is a worm in my mouth. This has to be the mother of all hangovers.”

 

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Indie Authors Linda MacDonald & Cathryn Grant

I am not really a reviewer so I am stopping short of calling this a book review – and in any case, it concerns five books at least so we’d be here all day. Instead, I’m going to just talk about two indie authors – one American, the other British – both of whom write about relationships in a way that takes the reader right inside the characters, following every introspective argument, uncertainty, dilemma, and impactful resolution. Beyond that, they are chalk and cheese. Cathryn Grant writes suburban noir and introduces me to people with whom I have nothing in common but nevertheless gets me engaged with them within minutes. Linda MacDonald writes about the midlife crises of people whose life-styles are familiar to me – I’m interested because I know people like this and I want to see how things work out for them. Both writers show a knowledge of how people work that is almost alarming, and do this justice by their minutely focused attention to detail. And that’s where the similarities end: the one is utterly American and the other so quintessentially British, her novels all but come with an order of fresh-cut cucumber sandwiches.

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Cathryn writes intricately plotted novels featuring different sets of characters. You know something bad is going to happen but you don’t know what, and when it does, the page-turning comes from watching the characters’ interplay and gradual dissolution. Cathryn’s people start out glossy and perfect and are slowly deconstructed by the events in their lives; every step believable – if sometimes yell-at-the-page-dumb – with nothing coming out of the blue. Pay attention; with the odd exception, everything is significant.

I read Demise of the Soccer Moms a while ago and reviewed it here. This is an extract:

Demise of the Soccer Moms has an intricate and tightly written plot centred on three main characters; women whose daughters play for the school soccer team. Each of them has baggage that underpins their actions so that, bizarre and irrational as they increasingly become, there is no point reached of inconsistent absurdity. They do what they do because they are what they are.

Yesterday, I finished Buried by Debt, this time fully aware before I began of how the seeming perfections of the characters’ lives would be unravelled, their insecurities slowly revealed through their internal dialogues so that each step they took – as infuriatingly stupid as it might seem – had a fully-fledged logic to it. It begins simply enough: an economic down-turn, credit maxed out in anticipation of a promotion that is delayed, and misplaced pride leading to cover-ups and lies. Again, I wanted to slap these people with their affluent and superficial lifestyles, their lack of personal depth, and their inability to see much beyond their own needs; and again I was convinced by the sound psychology of them. The outcome is avoidable and also inevitable although, being a noir, there’s no predicting those last scenes.

I have just begun The Suburban Abyss and now that I am fully trained in the Grant experience, I am flicking my kindle pages with enthusiastic anticipation of how Brian and the pit behind his house are going to impact on each other.

 

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Linda mines a very different seam of social realism which, like Cathryn’s, exists in a microcosm, set this time in the UK. These characters are middle England, middle class, middle aged people who, elsewhere, are often the focus of comedy but rarely sympathetic emotional dissection. There is nothing grandiose, the course of events is unpredictable, and the plot – if what happens can be described as such – concerns the picking through of convoluted and entangled relationships rather than a build to a genre conclusion.

Linda’s trilogy is about the same cast of characters and, rather than just watching them unravel, which they do, we also see them gaining strengths. The first book, Meeting Lydia, is set in the early days of the internet as the forty-somethings are just getting to grips with emails and Friends Reunited. There are flash-backs to schooldays and the novel follows the insecurities of a woman, Marianne, whose experience of bullying has left a dent in her confidence. The re-emergence of an old flame via the internet is the cause then of a great deal of self-analysis and a deconstruction of what, exactly, constitutes infidelity. I reviewed it here. This is an extract which says something about the narrative style:

To read Meeting Lydia is to sit in a comfy front room with the author, and listen while she tells you the story. Linda MacDonald is a raconteur, an ‘under-the-banyan-tree’, book-at-bedtime story teller, who conjures up complex images through a stream-of-consciousness narrative.

I also declared an interest: I have known Linda since we were at college together in 1975 and was party to Lydia’s gestation. I recognise the sources for some of the characters and I know where many of the situations originate. This is a disadvantage to me as a reader and certainly as a reviewer – I know more than other readers and I don’t know how much sense some of these things make to the people who come to the novels fresh. Probably quite a bit, unfettered as they are by personal context.

I enjoyed Lydia and went on then to read A Meeting of a Different Kind which is a standalone novel set in the same world but with different key characters; the originals having less prominence. Time has moved on, the internet has evolved, and the relationships of all the players are in a state of flux. Again, loyalties, marital conflicts, fidelity, and the uncertainties of social interpretation are key features, and again where the story ends up is less important than how it ends up there. If you are a man who doesn’t know how women think – this, like Lydia, is the book for you. If you are a woman unsure of how men think, ditto. And I should mention the menopause because it is almost a character in itself – driving the fears, flamboyances, and indiscretions of people who are, in all key respects, good folk trying to get on with life the best way possible.

This theme is maintained in Alone Alternative. We are up to date; the London Olympics, twitter, Facebook and a number of other contemporary references lock in the context, and Marianne is a post-menopausal fifty-something retiring from teaching and writing a novel. There is no obvious plot – this is about the people not an undercurrent of crime or mystery or even romance – and the outcome is always in doubt. With characters up to no good and threatening to wreak havoc, there is no settling back and enjoying the ride in anticipation of an eventual smooth resolution.

Unusually though there is a sense of the snake swallowing its own tail in that Marianne talks a lot about her novel, which is called ‘Lydia’ and also spends some time in discussions about it being fiction. If you like crossover TV – the sort where the cast of CSI turn up in an episode of LA Law – then you’ll like this multiple mirror effect and getting your head around the reflections. If you don’t, try to ignore it – the deeply observed psychology of the characters will see you through. Ditto the occasionally teachy environmental messages; that might be just me. The writing is unique and the insights well-founded – you won’t be wasting your time.

Two authors, two very different approaches to the same thing – the dissection of human nature through stream of consciousness introspection, and the kinds of analysis many of us get into when we are trying to understand someone else’s head without necessarily understanding our own.


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‘Something odd was happening. The air had been tingling for days; fizzing when he wafted his hand across his face.’  On Readwave now.


‘Dark brown voices, buttons and bows’ – Eight Days of Ether

Day 8 -2Eight Days of Ether: every day a new theme and only 24 hours to submit.

Day 8 – Song and Dance

Dark brown voices, buttons and bows. We’re in Jackson, me and Jude, for the show. I have a two-day beard and my feet hurt like hell. I sling them up on the table and lean back.

Oh but this was fun! Once I’d set myself the challenge of using song titles, music, band, or show titles to tell the story I was off checking lyrics. Would anyone remember the Kinks? Probably. The Hollies though – risky. There are 25 in there at least, some of which my subconscious contributed without telling me! I should make a list, see if it gets added to!  Here’s the link

 

 

 

 

This is my list, there may be more! Dark brown voices buttons and bows cheat-sheet

 


‘Daniel’s Level’ – Eight Days of Ether

Day 7-2Eight Days of Ether: every day a new theme and only 24 hours to submit.

Day 7 – Family

Daniel’s Level. ‘The army? Him?’ Jacqui is stunned. Sophie though, is intrigued. Steve doesn’t look army, he looks – gamey.

A little bit sci fi but with some fancy reality underpinning it – the US army really has been recruiting via online video games (MMOGs[1]). Virtual reality is being used in all sorts of ways – including treating soldiers for PTSD, and training doctors and paramedics in both basic and emergency medicine[2]. Here’s the link

 

[1] Massive Multiplayer Online Games. I put my typo in the story down to preemptive channelling of the final theme, Song and Dance!

[2] Imperial College London. Dave Taylor – a research colleague – is head of Virtual Worlds and Medical Media and if that isn’t a job title to die for, I don’t know what is! http://www3.imperial.ac.uk/newsandeventspggrp/imperialcollege/alumni/newssummary/news_22-4-2008-14-24-37

 


‘When you can’t go on’ – Eight Days of Ether

Day 6 -2Eight Days of Ether: every day a new theme and only 24 hours to submit.

Day 6 – Tragedy

When you can’t go on. Awards ceremony. Posh frock; pale peach …

A very cheap shot, this one! When the clear impetus was towards difficult human experiences, I only heard The Bee Gees[1]. It’s a 22 worder and, ladies, you’ll know what I’m saying! Here’s the link

 

[1] Tragedy – in case you’re so very, very young http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SPcsMMEMbfw

 


‘The People Indoors’ – Eight Days of Ether

Day 5 -1Eight Days of Ether: every day a new theme and only 24 hours to submit.

Day 5 – The People Indoors.

‘Boring,’ says The Charlie. He’s The Paul’s opposite but the upshot is the same, pulling the decision away from absolute certainty back to something more lively. He rarely has any ideas of his own though, these are Carole’s prerogative.

Risk, like adventure, is in the mind of the taker. For some of us, a roller coaster ride is beyond our need for excitement but for others, it’s jumping off a platform[1] at the edge of space. Well, maybe just one other! Strangely, risky decisions are more likely to be made by groups despite the fact that the individuals themselves would be more conservative. It’s called the Risky-Shift[2] phenomenon and it shows how extreme views pull other group members along the dimension of risk towards a view they wouldn’t have held otherwise. Usually, this would be an external event – one you can leave if you wish – but what if the debate was taking place within? There is a much debated condition that used to be called multiple personality disorder and now goes by the name divided or dissociative identity disorder. People with this condition are reported to experience multiple personalities often battling for supremacy, some of which actually take over so that the ‘main’ personality has no idea what happened during that time. This story is about what happens when the acutely balanced need for risk that keeps this individual safe is suddenly upset by a new, more extreme entity. Here’s the link

 

[1] Felix Baumgartner. No, no, no, no, no! http://news.sky.com/story/997627/space-jump-felix-baumgartner-sets-leap-record

[2] Also called group polarisation or cautious shift among other things http://changingminds.org/explanations/theories/risky_shift.htm

 


‘Where Things Come From’ – Eight Days of Ether

Day 4-1Eight Days of Ether: every day a new theme and only 24 hours to submit.

Day 4 – Desire

Where Things Come From. Chocolates – dark and bitter and containing surprises such as a chilli-coated scorpion or a gingered locust.

Desire is sometimes, I think, about things we find ourselves valuing above almost anything else even though they’re often shallow and meaningless. But sometimes it’s about a deeper, more personal need, a longing for something solid, profoundly meaningful such as a connection with other people that is unconditional. This story, at first glance, seems to be saying a lot about materialism – showing off an acquisition of products – but really it’s about the second; the lonely, needy person who has no one to share anything with. Here’s the link

 


‘When’ – Eight Days of Ether

Day 3-2Eight Days of Ether: every day a new theme and only 24 hours to submit.

Day 3 – Time

When. When you don’t have any left because something in you stopped working. When you have too much and it hangs like wet blankets in your head and over your eyes. When someone steals it by gossiping …

I own up right away to hearing ‘If’[1] in the background all the way through writing this and I apologise to the spirit of Rudyard Kipling for my impertinence. This is not so much one story as many; probably ones we’ve all experienced – or will – and in a way, it’s also a list but without the numbers. Lists, I’ve found (via The Verb on BBC Radio 3) can be poetic because of their rhythm and the white spaces they leave, but with When, there’s anything but white space –  I just let it set its own tempo and say its piece without interruption. Here’s the link

 

[1] ‘I’, by Rudyard Kipling. http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/175772

 


‘Pretending not to see’ – Eight Days of Ether

Day 2-1Eight Days of Ether: every day a new theme and only 24 hours to submit.

Day 2 – Hats

When Jodie put on her magic hat, she became invisible …She ran, crawled, dived, and shot enemies.

There’s a saying, ‘I’m wearing my X hat today’, when we want to be seen as a particular sort of person. But some hats send us into the background where we become one of many or just a number. Children generally want to fit in, to be the same, until they reach a certain age and then they want to stand out. But not too much – being the only one not looking like everyone else or having the same beliefs, is very isolating. As adults we too want to be thought of as individuals but we also go to great lengths to be like groups of people we value.  Hats can make us distinctive or they can make us anonymous – motorcycle helmets, balaclavas for instance, and some make us unseeable, one of a crowd. Invisibility is complicated: this story is about hats that make us invisible for different reasons. Here’s the link

 


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