After enjoying Let the Northern Lights Erase Your Name I read Vendela Vida’s first novel, And Now You Can Go. It’s well written and keeps your interest but is not such a compelling story as the other one. It is spare, again, and short. I wish I could say the same about Angels by Marian Keyes. I only bought this because someone at the market was selling books for 10p each or six for 50p and I thought I might as well get my money’s worth. This is my current bedtime book and seems to have been so for weeks and weeks. I will come clean at once and say I am finding this a slow, boring book with a lot of jokes in it and a dull heroine. I am forever seeing Marian Keyes’ name on the jackets of other people’s books, recommending them, so obviously publishers and a section of the reading public think a lot of her or, perhaps, of her sales. I see she is described on the cover of this book as the successor to Maeve Binchy. Ah, that explains it. I’ve only read one book by Maeve Binchy and I found that far too long, slow and boring, too.
By one of those strange coincidences, both dovegreyreader and Susan Hill have been recommending Penelope Fitzgerald just at the very time I had picked up two of her books. I knew I’d read something by her before but I had to check a bibliography before I could remember the titles. Then I found I couldn’t remember one single thing about these books. I decided to tackle The Blue Flower, described as her masterpiece and a work of genius and I am really struggling with it. It's a work of remarkable historical imagination but I would far rather read the story as straight history. Perhaps it is one of those literary novels Nick Hornby couldn’t get on with, either (see this post).