Wrap Up: January – February 2022

My reading year has got off to a very good start by my standards, so I’m wrapping up the books that I finished in the first two months of 2022. 

The House on the Strand by Daphne du Maurier 
3.5 stars 
I have had this book on my wishlist for an age, so was delighted to finally get it as a Christmas gift. In contrast to the other two du Maurier books I have read, this plot focused on time travel, which was delightfully unexpected. It it still set in Cornwall though and the dark, misty setting brings that du Maurier foreboding with it. The plotlines of the characters who lived in the past were a tad convoluted and I learnt to accept that I would never quite understand wwhat was going on. Du Maurier’s prose is lovely to read and I enjoyed how much I hated our self-obsessed narrator (and how much I loved his poor wife). The darkness seeps insidiously into the pages until the book is quite overcome with it. A gripping adventure once it got going!  

Medea and Other Plays by Euripides (translated by John Davie
4 stars 
This collection contains four of Euripides tragedies and I’d only read Hippolytus and Alcestis before. Each play focuses on a central human figure, with the gods taking more of a backseat role. Here are the thoughts I had on Goodreads immediately after finishing each play: 
* Alcestis: I simply would not sacrifice my wife so that I could live. rip to Admetus but I’m different. 
* Medea: I’m not saying that killing your children is the correct course of action when your husband marries another woman and exiles you. I’m just saying that Jason is a rotten piece of old chewing gum on the underside of a desk. 
* The Children of Heracles: Is there a play about Heracles that’s actually interesting? Anyway, justice for the unnamed daughter who sacrifices herself. I’d have let everyone else die. 
* Hippolytus: If Hippolytus was an AITA thread on reddit, the result would be ESH.  

Picnic at Hanging Rock by Joan Lindsay 
3.5 stars 
A modern classic that I knew nothing about except for my assumption that there would be a picnic at a place called Hanging Rock. I was correct. This was a slow-burn mystery filled with unease. Whilst it did not have any characters that particularly affected me, or anything that made it stand out as a favourite read, it kept me intrigued and had some fun gay subtext.

The Doll by Ismail Kadare (translated by John Hodgson) 
I picked this off the library shelf at random. It might be a good book, but I think you have to know something about the culture and history of Albania and/or Ismail Kadare himself. I don’t have that knowledge so I didn’t get it. But if you know about those things then perhaps you’ll enjoy it. 

You Let Me In by Camilla Bruce 
4 stars 
This was a delightfully disturbing fairytale. A missing author has written an account of her life, which has two different interpretations. In one version, a young girl creates a fantasyland in order to escape from the horrors of her real life. In another version, she is visited by and lives amongst the fairies. After a slow start, the story unfolds with twists and turns that I didn’t see coming and which kept me coming back for more.

Rest and Be Thankful by Emma Glass 
2.5 stars 
This novella follows a young nurse as she copes with the gruelling work that she does in an intensive care unit for babies. Whilst I appreciate what this book was trying to do and it was an interesting take on what our care workers experience and the emotional impact this has on them, the writing let it down for me. Whilst at times it was effective and impactful, at others it was unnecessarily flowery, with the metaphors trying too hard to impress yet only succeeding in dragging the reader away from the events of the story. 

Speak No Evil by Uzodinma Iweala 
4 stars 
This was a novel about many things. It is a coming-of-age story about a boy who struggles coming to terms with his sexuality in a strictly conservative and Christian household. It is a story about being black and an immigrant in America and the struggles that this comes with. It is about parental expectations and pressure. It is about police brutality against young black men. By covering so many things in such a small number of pages (207), Iweala doesn’t manage to explore any of them with the depth that I wanted. It’s not often that I wish for a book to be longer, but in this case it needed more space to breathe. However, in spite of this it was a devastatingly effective read and well worth your time.

An Island by Karen Jennings 
3 stars
This is a book that benefits from its reader going into it having scant knowledge about what is to come. We open on an island. On this island lives one man and one man only, but one morning a body washes up on the shore and this changes everything. Jennings crafts a dark story that unfurls ever so slowly and even though I did not anticipate the events that followed, each one seemed inevitable by the time it occurred. It is not a book that will stay with me for a long time, as it missed a certain something for me, but I’m delighted that I picked it off the library shelf. 


Review: Dora: A Headcase by Lidia Yuknavitch

Book: Dora: A Headcase by Lidia Yuknavitch
Published: 2012
Rating: 4 stars

I didn’t realise until I was about a quarter of the way into this book that it was a modernised re-telling of one of Freud’s case histories: Dora. This is because I am terrible at actually reading the blurbs of books because I get concerned they’ll spoil me about the contents. Anyway, once I looked that up it made several things make a whole lot more sense.

Dora: A Headcase is narrated by the seventeen-year-old Dora/Ida; a teenager filled with angst, trauma, gender confusion, and familial issues. She has been made to see a psychiatrist by her parents – a man she loathes, whom she nicknames Siggy and delights in torturing. She has a small close-knit group of friends, who each have their own issues but are there for each other to support and cause chaos. In essence, it’s a coming-of-age story. Dora detaches herself from the world around her by recording everything, which is both her downfall and her saviour.

Yuknavitch’s writing is short and abrasive; you will either love it or hate it. Luckily, I fall into the former category. It is a style that reminds me of Tom Spanbauer, which adds up as they are both Orgeon-based writers who are associated with Chuck Palahniuk (Palahniuk was a student of Spanbauer and wrote the introduction to Dora: A Headcase). Some people will see the writing as pretentious and self-involved, which isn’t wrong, but it works. Our narrator is a troubled seventeen-year-old, in what world would she not be pretentious and self-involved? There’s not a lot of character development and the ending is somewhat of a deux ex machina, but it just hooked me. It’s explicit and grotesque and sad and hopeful. It was a random selection from the library shelf, but I’ll definitely be on the lookout for other works by Yuknavitch.

It’s a movie about everything. This world we live in. The bodies we’re stuck with. The lives we get whether we want them or not. How hard you have to work just to get through a fucking day without killing yourself

Favourite Books of 2021

I’m aware that the number of books I read pales in comparison to most, but I read more in 2021 than I did in 2020 so that’s a win. I’ve chosen 9 favourite books and 4 of them were re-reads for me. Because I enjoy re-reading and also because it’s just been that type of year. So without further ado, here are the books I enjoyed the most in 2021.


Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier 
I first read Rebecca about 10 years ago, so I was moderately apprehensive that it would not live up to the memory that I had of it. Thankfully, it was still filled with the tension, darkness, and stunning prose that I remembered. This time I also noticed the implied queerness of Rebecca that I had never picked up on before, which added a layer that I had not been expecting. The edition I read had an afterword by Sally Beauman that was fascinating. The real question: why had no one had previously informed me that du Maurier was bi?

Memorial: An Excavation of the Iliad by Alice Oswald
The Iliad is, quite simply put, the most important tale of all of human history. Alice Oswald strips back the poem, leaving behind only the skeletons of its characters. Every death is recounted. And, like in Homer, the lives that they led before the war are spilled on to the page. I will never tire of this poem.

The Paths of Survival by Josephine Balmer 
More poetry! Balmer traces back Aeschylus’ Myrmidons from the fragments left to us today, to when Aeschylus first wrote it. It’s about loss and memory and life and death. To me, it is also about queer love persisting through the ages, despite destruction. It ends with Balmer’s translation of Aeschylus’ Myrmidons , which is sublime.  
Fun fact: I attended a talk about this book by Josephine Balmer herself where she also read some of the poems. It was wonderful.

Now Is the Hour by Tom Spanbauer 
My eternal gratitude to Bert, who introduced me to Spanbauer back when I worked in Waterstones many moons ago. A queer coming-of-age story about escaping the confines of a conservative, strict, Christian household. Spanbauer’s writing is at times short, abrasive, and crass; at others it flows with poetry and sadness. It’s not for everyone, but it is for me.

New to me

Country by Michael Hughes 
Thank you, Rachel, for always having the best Iliad re-telling recommendations. Who knew that picking up Homer’s poem and putting it down in Northern Ireland during The Troubles would work? Well, Michael Hughes knew. Not just a favourite of 2021, but a favourite of all time.

The Dumb House by John Burnside 
I remember this book doing the rounds on BookTube several years ago, but I do like to be late to the party. Our narrator carries out his own version of the experiment of Akbar the Great to determine whether language is learned or innate, and how it relates to the human soul. This was utterly twisted and disturbing, all while being told in a calm and beautiful manner. I was hooked and had such a fun time.

An Oresteia by Anne Carson 
This is not Aeschylus’ Oresteia (as might be suspected from the Goodreads entry), but a collection of three plays that follow similar events: Aeschylus’ Agamemnon, Sophocles’ Electra, and Euripides’ Orestes. Carson breathes such life into the characters of these plays and I devoured it. The plays themselves are outstanding and, let’s face it, it’s the events of the aftermath of the Trojan War so it is entirely my jam. The combination of such tragic tales with Carson’s sublime translation is a match made in heaven.

The Rules of Revelation by Lisa McInerney 
The third and final book in the trilogy that began with The Glorious Heresies. Where the second book, Blood Miracles, focused solely on Ryan Cusack, The Rules of Revelation brings back the characters that we got to know in the first book, along with a couple of newbies. I’d been long awaiting this book and the darkness, humour, pessimism, and grief that I loved so much in the first book were still there. There were also themes of gender identity that affected me deeply, but I don’t have the words to explain it. Nothing could live up to how much I adored The Glorious Heresies, but this came close.

The Galaxy, and the Ground Within (Wayfarers, #4) by Becky Chambers
These books are so much fun and so soothing and just like being offered a hot mug of tea and being given a reassuring hug by a close friend. It was lovely in every way. A comfort series for sure.

Wrap Up: May – August

There’s nothing like being mentally ill and having chronic pain in your arms, wrists and hands to make both reading books and writing reviews extremely difficult. But this is the world we’re living in, so we must make do! Here are the books that I read from May to August. A mere eight books. Seven novels and one non-fiction.

The Mermaid of Black Conch – Monique Roffey
One day when out on his fishing boat, David meets a mermaid who is drawn to his singing. Shortly after this, there is a fishing contest and two American men catch her with the plan of selling her to make their fortune. David knows he must rescue her and so we follow the aftermath of this event. The story is told from three different perspectives: David’s journal entries from his later life; a first-person narration by the mermaid, Aycayia, written in non-rhyming verse; and a third-person narration of the main plot. The book is an interesting exploration of female sexuality and the different ways in which women are punished for it, as well as the damaging effects of colonialism. It is also a love story. Some writers would fail in their attempts to combine these themes, but Roffey accomplishes it without ever sacrificing the story. Highly enjoyable.
3 stars

Now Is the Hour – Tom Spanbauer
Dear broken Mother, here, let me hold myself in such a way that you will see me, and if you see me, if I can make you smile, the trouble will leave your eyes and your eyes will go soft and be gold.
This was a re-read for me and I still adore it. Rigby John is standing on the side of the road with a flower behind his ear, headed for San Francisco. Now Is The Hour tells the story of how he got here. Brought up in a strictly Christian family, Rigby John has to learn how to accept himself, his sexuality, and learn how to move on from the bigoted community in which he was raised. It’s not going to appeal to everybody, and the writing is often crass or explicit, but it’s a book that means the world to me. Spanbauer can cut through it all and expose the emotional core of his characters with ease.
4 stars

Detransition, Baby – Torrey Peters
Detransition, Baby is a book that has had its fair share of media attention and hype, which always leaves me nervous. What if I don’t enjoy it? What if my hopes have been raised too high? Thankfully, this is a book deserving of its reputation. Torrey Peters tells the story of three women who come together when one of them becomes pregnant. Peters explores motherhood, gender, sexuality, and relationships. At times, the book veered a little too much into soapbox territory and it felt like Torrey was sacrificing the story in order to make a speech, but overall it was wonderful. None of the main characters are wholly likeable; Reese in particular is a woman who I wanted to shake at times. But all of them felt fleshed out and real. Their imperfections both believable and well thought out.
4 stars

The Pisces – Melissa Broder
Yes, I was late to the party on this one. You all know the story, I’m sure. Our protagonist, Lucy, has a bit of a breakdown and heads to LA to house-sit for her sister. There, she meets a merman. Screwed up relationships and merman sex ensue. I was utterly taken by the first half of this book. Lucy narrates this tale and she is awful. She is judgemental and selfish and completely incapable of making a positive choice. I loved it. However, by the last quarter of the book I tired of it a little. It got repetitive and I found myself being exasperated. Perhaps if it was a little shorter I would have enjoyed it more. However, Broder’s grim honesty and dark humour are delightful and it reminded me how much I enjoyed her essay collection, So Sad Today. I’m glad to have finally read it, but it left me conflicted.
3 stars

Open Water – Caleb Azumah Nelson
Open Water is a perfectly formed little book. At less than 200 pages it still manages to pack a punch. Azumah Nelson made the brave decision to write in the second-person and manages to pull it off, which is no mean feat. In his debut novel, we experience the fragility of new love and the intimacy that comes with it. But this is not just a book about a relationship. It is about being young and black and British and in love. We see the devastating effects that racism has on their love and on their lives. The crowning glory of this book is its captivating writing. I drank up Azumah Nelson’s prose with joy.
4 stars

Green Grass, Running Water – Thomas King
I read The Inconvenient Indian by Thomas King a few years ago and it was outstanding. His writing was as lovely to read as the content of that book, so I knew I wanted to try some of his fiction. Green Grass, Running Water is a novel that I didn’t fully understand, but it never once bored me. It explores the intersections of traditional Native American society, mythology, colonialism, and the encroaching modern world. It’s highly referential and although there are notes at the back, I simply do not have the knowledge to grasp most of the references or all the mythological and religious themes. But it was a book I didn’t want to put down at any point. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
3 stars

My Dark Vanessa – Kate Elizabeth Russell
When Vanessa was at boarding school as a teenager she had a relationship with her 40 year old teacher. Even as an adult she views it as a true love affair. However, when several women come forwards with statements about the abuse that they suffered from him whilst at school there, Vanessa is forced to reevaluate that time and relationship. Was she abused? Was it not the doomed love story that she still sees it as? This was an incredibly difficult book to read, but worth it. Vanessa is not the picture-perfect victim. She is scathing of the Me Too movement, she judges women and girls for the abuse they suffer, she refuses to see herself as having been abused or groomed. But my god you felt for her. You see how that time affected every aspect of her life, even when she can’t see it herself.
4 stars

To The River: A Journey Beneath The Surface – Olivia Laing
To The River is a genre of non-fiction that I adore, which I sum up as “person walks around British countryside and tells you about it with many a tangent on the way”. Often those books are written by men, so this was a pleasant change of pace. Olivia Laing walks along the entirety of the Ouse in Sussex – a river that is mainly famous for being the one in which Virginia Woolf drowned herself. As well as treating the reader to her evocative depictions of the countryside, she also takes diversions and tells biographical snippets of the ghosts of that area. Writers are, of course, a common theme and Laing tells both the story of the Ouse and the story of Woolf. But we also learn about naturalists, fossil hunters, and those searching for dinosaurs. The book has a melancholic feel throughout, which was fitting for both the state of the world and also myself right now. However, I think my current lack of brain power meant I did not get the most out of this book. I look forward to reading it again in the future when I think I will appreciate it more.
3 stars

Wrap Up: January – April

I don’t do monthly wrap-ups because I simply do not read enough books on a monthly basis to justify it. I also don’t review every book I read. Sometimes because I’m lazy. Sometimes because trying to come up with any words about a book I’ve just read is like getting blood from a stone and all my brain will provide me with is the sound of dial-up internet connecting.

However, I do still want to mention the books I’ve read even if I’ve not reviewed them. So I’ve decided to do a wrap-up of the books I read in the first four months of the year. Will I do another wrap up at the end of August? Perhaps. I currently plan to, but we’ll have to see what my brain composition is like in another four months’ time.


Poetry and Plays
Memorial: An Excavation of the Iliad – Alice Oswald
If you love the Iliad, you should read this. Alice Oswald has transformed Homer’s epic to craft a poem that tells the tales of those who died in the Iliad. It’s exquisite. Review here.

Inside The Wave – Helen Dunmore
This collection of poetry was published just before Dunmore’s death in 2017. There is a focus on nature, life, and crossing over into death. It didn’t blow me away, but overall it was a lovely collection.

The Trojan Women – Euripides
I don’t know how I made it this far in life without reading this play, but I have finally corrected that failing. Euripides focuses on four women whose lives have been tragically affected by the events of the Trojan War: Cassandra, Andromache, Hecuba and Helen. We explore the losses that these women have suffered at the hands of men and the wars they wage. It is heart-wrenching.
I wish I could tell you which translation I read, but I can’t remember!


Goddesses, Whores, Wives and Slaves: Women in Classical Antiquity – Sarah Pomeroy
This was a mixed bag for me. Pomeroy explores the lives of women in ancient Greece and Rome. I enjoyed reading about the Greek stuff the most, because that’s where my interests lie. However, some of the sources used and conclusions she drew were questionable. I’m glad I finally finished it, but that’s about it.

Not All Dead White Men: Classics and Misogyny in the Digital Age – Donna Zuckerberg
This is a book that anybody who has an interest in classics should read. Zuckerberg explores how the alt-right use ancient writers to validate and circulate their views. Whilst it is incredibly difficult to read at times, it is important to learn about how these works are used to spread harmful and bigoted views.


There’s No Such Thing As An Easy Job – Kikuko Tsumura (trans. Polly Barton)
A woman who is suffering from burnout seeks a job that fills her time but requires little brainpower: “a job that sat on the borderline between being a job and not”. We follow her as she tries out several jobs and experiences a range of unusual situations. Unfortunately, I was utterly bored whilst reading it and I abandoned it at 37%.

An Imaginary Life – David Malouf
Malouf tells a story about the exile of the Roman poet Ovid. Whilst it’s probably not for everyone, I drank up Malouf’s poetic prose with joy. Review here.

Piranesi – Susanna Clarke
Unlike most people, I simply found this book okay. Everyone else seems to rave about it though and it’s shortlisted for the Women’s Prize, so you may well love it. Review here.

Country – Michael Hughes
This book. This is how you do a re-telling of the Iliad. Hughes picks up the myth of the Trojan War and places it in the middle of The Troubles in Northern Ireland. I adored it. Review here.

Lullaby – Leïla Slimani (trans. Sam Taylor)
As everyone agrees, the first line of this book is incredible: The baby is dead. It only took a few seconds. Unfortunately, the rest of the novel didn’t quite live up to it. It is an interesting exploration of motherhood, race and class; it just felt like it was missing something. Whether that was down to the translation or not I can’t say, but it left me wanting.

Marlena – Julie Buntin
Set during that precarious time in life when you are on the cusp of adulthood, Buntin has written a tale about loss, addiction, friendship, family, and neglect. Review here.

Bone White – Ronald Malfi
This book had an interesting enough concept and setting, but there was no urgency or fear in the writing. It lacked all the things that I wanted from a horror novel. Review here.

The Dumb House – John Burnside
Disturbing and upsetting and utterly brilliant. I had such a good time reading this, it was wonderfully messed up. Review here.

The Dumb House – John Burnside

I remember when this book was making the rounds on BookTube several years ago; it’s been on my to-read list ever since. Being proficient at procrastination means that it took me until 2021 to actually read it, but we got here in the end and I’m delighted to report that it was worth the wait.

When Luke is a child his mother tells him the myth of Akbar the Great who, hypothesising that children learn speech through hearing, raises children in an isolated mansion attended to only by mutes. The children never learn to speak in Akbar’s experiment, but the story captivates Luke. Over time he researches other experiments about the origins of language, but it is Akbar’s “dumb house” that he cannot get out of his mind. The logical conclusion to this, of course, is that he must re-enact this experiment for his own investigations into language and how it interacts with the human soul.

Luke is an alarmingly calm narrator, which adds to the creeping unease that seeps from the pages. In a style reminiscent of Humbert Humbert in Lolita, he performs horrifying acts which he recounts with a cool, collected composure. Every move is justified and he has a complete inability to recognise himself as committing acts that he would otherwise see as wrong. It made my skin crawl.

The book is cyclical in its form and so we know that the tale ends with him killing the children in his experiment. Knowing that you are heading for a tragic conclusion makes the journey that gets you there all the more disturbing. There is no hope of escape from the sinister plot that Luke is enacting. Some scenes towards the end of the novel also add a sense of retroactive horror, as you more fully understand events that took place at the beginning of the book.

The Dumb House lived up to my high expectations and I had the best time with it. The beautiful prose was a stark contrast to the story and made the reading experience all the more enjoyable. It’s been a while since I’ve had this type of fun with a book. That might sound odd, considering the book is clearly not a happy read, but I get so much joy out of reading about sick and twisted characters. It gave me that same giddy feeling I get when watching a good horror film. Gloriously unsettling.

Bone White – Ronald Malfi

I don’t know what my preferred genre of fiction is, but I do know when looking at a book if it’s something I’d usually pass by. Modern horror novels fall into that category. However, sometimes it’s nice to branch out and try something new, so when a friend recommended Bone White by Ronald Malfi I decided to give it a go.

When Paul Gallo hears the news report about the arrest of a mass murderer in a remote town in Alaska, he travels there immediately. It was from this town that his twin brother Danny went missing one year ago. When he gets to Dread’s Hand though, instead of finally uncovering the truth of what happened to Danny, he finds only suspicious locals, a town that wants him to leave, and tales of the devil lurking in the woods.

Bone White starts out reading like a simple crime book, but as Paul starts to uncover the secrets of this town the ghostly elements weave their way in. Unfortunately, I didn’t find it creepy at all. There was no urgency in the writing, no creeping unease to make my skin crawl. This may be an issue with me as a reader (other than a couple of pages in The Shining, I have never felt scared whilst reading a book), but it does rather feel like a pointless endeavour when a book’s main purpose is not being accomplished. I knew that I wouldn’t feel terrified when reading it, but I would have liked to have felt apprehensive at least some of the time.

Simply put, this book was not for me. I didn’t dislike reading it, but I could have put it down at any point and not cared one way or the other if I finished it. Perhaps if there had been other elements to draw me in then I would have fared better. But there was little character development, no interesting relationships to explore, and the prose was just fine. If you enjoy horror novels, you may well like this book (there are certainly many glowing reviews over on Goodreads), but it hasn’t convinced me to read more from this author.

If you know of any books out there that are genuinely scary, please do let me know. I love horror films and easily scare whilst watching them, so I’d love to experience that in a book!

Marlena – Julie Buntin

Following her parents’ divorce, fifteen-year-old Cat is moved to a small town in Michigan with her mother and older brother. Previously a hard-working student and well-behaved teenager, she decides to use this relocation to reinvent herself. Cat soon becomes close friends with Marlena, her beautiful and troubled next-door-neighbour, and begins to shape her life around her. The book alternates between Cat as a teenager in Michigan and as an adult in New York, as we begin to understand the events that led to Marlena’s untimely death, a year after the two first met.
Buntin expertly captures that uniquely teenage experience of moulding yourself into the person that you think will be loved by your peers. Cat has been unmoored at a pivotal moment of her life and she forms a new persona with urgency. She latches onto Marlena with such believable intensity, failing to fully recognise the extent of Marlena’s issues and trauma. I loved how Buntin encapsulated how friendships between teenage girls can have such depth of feeling that they are almost romantic in their nature. Reading this book takes you back to those strong teenage emotions of love and hatred, envy and admiration. In Marlena, these passions are caught up in a haze of drugs, alcohol, loss, neglect and poverty, right as our characters are on the cusp of adulthood. The tragedy that you know is coming feels inevitable to all but our fifteen-year-old narrator.
This is a wonderfully crafted book about addiction and loss and how much we can (or cannot) change the lives of those around us. It explores how people’s lives can be shaped forever by people they knew for only a brief time, and how you can remain haunted by the events of your past, no matter how much you try to bury them. The anxieties of teenage life and friendship are depicted with such craft that I felt myself a teenager again. I was mesmerised.

Memorial – Alice Oswald

MemorialLydia, I hear you say, not everything is about the Iliad. An interesting point, but consider this: the Iliad is the most important tale of all time and, perhaps, the only thing in this world that really matters.

I first read Alice Oswald’s Memorial in 2018 and after reading Country it called to me again. The concept of this poem is best summed up by its full title: Memorial: An Excavation of the Iliad. Oswald has cut to the heart of one of the most important aspects of the Iliad: the stories and lives behind the characters we meet whose lives are cut short by the brutality of war. It is not quite a re-telling, not quite a translation, but a wonderful combination of the two – and so much more.

The book starts with a list of every named character who is killed in Homer’s Iliad. Seven and a half pages of death. Oswald then constructs a memorial to these characters, as she leans into the Homeric and writes about the lives that they led before they died on the battlefield. Extended metaphors of the natural world are interspersed, helping the reader to visualise the ways that these people had their lives ripped from them, how they spent their final moments, how the world moved around them.

Like the shine of a sea swell
Lifting and flattening silently
When the water makes way for the wind
And dreams of its storms
Huge waves hang in a hush
Uncertain which way to fall
Until a breeze breaks them

Oswald’s writing is gut-wrenching and this poem will forever be one of my favourite interpretations of the Iliad. Though the poem is focused on death, the tales of these characters’ families, their loved ones, their childhoods, ensures that the richness of life shines through its pages. This makes the scale of the trauma that beats throughout the Iliad, and this poem, all the more affective. Oswald captures the complexities of life and death and grief and memory in this fitting tribute to a classic epic.

Grief is black it is made of earth
It gets into the cracks in the eyes
It lodges its lump in the throat
When a man sees his brother on the ground
He goes mad he comes running out of nowhere
Lashing without looking and that was how COON died

Country – Michael Hughes

In Country, Michael Hughes transports the story of the Iliad and places it in Ireland in 1996 to tell a story about the Troubles. Simply put, it’s genius.

Despite its different setting to Homer’s tale, it is an incredibly literal re-telling. At one point I was actually concerned that Hughes was going to attempt to do the catalogue of ships, but thankfully he spared us that. Sorry, Homer, but Book 2 of the Iliad will always be a struggle. As well as keeping some of the names close to their originals (Achilles/Achill, Patroclus/Pat, Helen/Nellie, Hector/Henry) there were other delightful nods to the myth. The pub where the IRA congregate is called The Ships, the SAS base is called Illiam. Those little references brought a smile to my face.

The narration of this novel stands out as one of its strongest features. Hughes plays into the oral tradition and as I was reading I felt like our nameless narrator was telling me the tale in person. This aspect meant that it felt similar to how it feels to read the Iliad, albeit with a different tone. From the first page, you can tell that this re-telling is going to work:

Fury. Pure fury. The blood was up. Lost the head completely.
What was the start of it? The whole wrecking match, that sent so many strong souls roaring down to hell, dogs chewing up the guts ground into the road, birds pecking at the splattered bits of their brains. The way London wanted it to go. The way it always is.
Here’s what. Pig and Achill fell out. The OC and the trigger man. Bad, bad news.

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