Review of the Day: Gormenghast

Gormenghast is the second volume in Mervyn Peake’s trilogy about Titus Groan, the 77th Earl of Gormenghast. In Titus Groan, the first volume (reviewed here), Peake created the fantastic, elaborate, ritual-bound world within the labyrinthine castle of Gormenghast. This volume picks up when Titus is a restless schoolboy of seven.

Many characters return in this volume: Steerpike is still the villain – now plotting an elaborate take over as the Master of Ritual. The Countess mother is still the batty, bird-loving recluse she was, although she rises to a period of fierce capability when saving the castle’s citizens from an incredible flood. Titus’s sister Fuchsia is still sad. Flay is still in exile, although protecting the castle in secret. The twin aunts are still crazy and are driven even crazier. And Dr. Prunesquallor and his nitwit sister still tie the social fabric of Gormenghast together.

The major addition is the introduction of the professors, a large crowd of eccentric academicians with funny, Peakesian names like Flannelcat, Shred, Shrivell, Mulefire and Perch-Prism, who dominate Titus’s childhood. Major scenes involving these worthy tutors are highlights of the book, although they do not move the central plot forward. One involves a terrifying game played by the schoolboys while their schoolmaster sleeps at his desk. The other is the fabulous party the Prunesquallors throw to find a husband for Irma.

The book is less about plot – although there is a central story around Steerpike’s attempted coup and Titus’s coming of age – as it is about the richness of Peake’s detailing. Reading Gormenghast is like being lost in an elaborate Medieval tapestry.

OTHER REVIEWS

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Opening Sentence of the Day: The Red Tent

"We have been lost to each other for so long."

-- The Red Tent by Anita Diamant.

This is our Book Club book for March. I know it was very popular, but we haven't read it yet.

I saw the audiobook at the library, so grabbed it. But I only made through about five minutes before I had to abandon it because the reader's inflections were rubbing me the wrong way -- too melodramatic.

Fortunately, I had the paper book on my TBR shelf. I will read this one with my eyes instead of my ears and give the narrator whatever tone of voice I want.


NOTE
Book Beginnings on Fridays is a Friday "opening sentence" event hosted by Becky at Page Turners.

Welcome to Dumpsville

This week's Booking Through Thursday question asks about not finishing books:

So … you’re halfway through a book and you’re hating it. It’s boring. It’s trite. It’s badly written. But … you’ve invested all this time to reading the first half.

What do you do? Read the second half? Just to finish out the story? Find out what happens?

Or, cut your losses and dump the second half?

That is an easy question for someone with my kind of Teutonic reading habits -- if I start a book, I finish a book. Without using all my fingers, I can count the books I abandoned without finishing:

Anna Karenina

Now, before you jump all over me because this is the greatest book ever written, I'll explain. I left this at the gym when I was only a few chapters into it and it went missing. I was in college and poor, so didn't get a replacement. I now have a couple of copies but to my book shame, still haven't read it.

Tom Jones

See above. Same exact thing. Not that surprising, really, given the number of books I've brought with me to gyms over the years, but you'd think I'd learn my lesson.

A Frolic of His Own

I intentionally abandoned this one because it was making me batty. I really didn't like anything about it, in particular the lack of punctuation and speaker identification that made it impossible to know who was talking. But since then, I became obsessed with book lists and because this won the National Book Award, I will someday give it another go.

India: The Rise of an Asian Giant



I got this from the Internet Review of Books to write a review. Despite the great cover, it turned out to be a very dry book, mostly of election and agricultural production statistics. I was stuck on a cross-country plan trip with it, so got about halfway through. But then I pulled the plug. It was liberating.

Maimonides: and the Biblical Prophets

This was a LibraryThing Early Reviewer book. It is a very good book, I'm sure, on its subject. But it's more of a textbook for rabbinical scholars. I don't qualify.

There are also two audio books I abandoned after about five minutes because I didn't care for the reader's voice. But I can't even remember the names of them.

How about you? Will you dump a book halfway into it?

Review of the Day: A Year in the World

Frances Mayes did not spend one year traveling around the world and then writing about it in A Year in the World. She spend five or so years taking various vacations to places, mostly in Europe, writing about them, and then collecting the essays in calendar order with the idea that the collection would give the idea of a year of travel.

Judging from amazon reviews, her approach left many people seriously miffed because she did not actually drop out of her regular life and do all her traveling in one year, on a restricted budget. These reviewers also griped because they expecting Mayes to travel to the far corners of the globe, not just a relatively small section of southern Europe, Turkey, Morocco, and a bit of Scotland.

Such criticism always make me smile because they seem so off the point – like complaining that Mastering the Art of French Cooking contains no Thai recipes. This was the book Mayes wanted to write. She did not want to write about backpacking in Asia or South America and roughing it with the natives.

For me, this was the perfect kind of armchair travel book to feed my wanderlust fantasies. Mayes and her husband traveled to the places I have been and like to remember, like the Cotswolds and Capri, or would like to go, including Portugal, Spain, Greece, and parts of Italy unfamiliar to Mayes from her “Under the Tuscan Sun” home. They stayed in nice hotels or rented houses, often with friends; ate in nice restaurants or shopped in local markets to try their hand at cooking local dishes; and visited a lot of museums.

She writes about their trips the way a close friend would tell you about her vacation – hitting the high spots, filling in a few colorful details, and leaving out practical tips. The stories are pleasant to listen to, even if they do not give practical travel advice and get a little shaggy. 

As a plus for book lovers, Mayes often read local authors or books about the places where she traveled, and incorporates her thoughts about these books into her essays. For example she wrote extensively about the poet Federico García Lorca when they went to Andalucia, Spain, and Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa’s novel, The Leopard, when they went to Sicily. For anyone who enjoys themed reading when traveling, these literary digressions were highlights.

NOTES

Because Mayes writes so extensively about the books she reads on her travels, this book counts at one of my choices for the Bibliophilic Books Challenge.

OTHER REVIEWS

Ordinary Reader
Memphis Reads

(If you would like your review of this or any other of Frances Mayes's books listed here, please leave a comment with a link and I will add it.)

Teaser Tuesday: The Farmer's Daughter

"The therapist was terribly skinny and B.D. had the fantasy of fattening her up to a proper size. There was the old joke of getting bone splinters while screwing a skinny girl."

--From "Brown Dog Redux," the second of three novellas in The Farmer's Daughter by Jim Harrison.

That is such a perfect Harrison teaser because of the combination of Midwestern-style lust and mind wandering. His characters are generally strong-willed, rural, and stuck inside their own heads.

"Brown Dog Redux" is the fourth of Harrison's Brown Dog novellas, each published as one part of a three-novella set.

This volume also includes "The Farmer's Daughter," about an intelligent young woman growing up under unusual circumstances in Wyoming, and "The Games of Night," which apparently has something to do with a werewolf, although probably in a metaphoric, rather than para-normal fiction, sort of way.

Jim Harrison is one of my favorite authors. I've read all his prose books, most more than once. My zeal is less fervent now, and the books no longer gobsmack (a very Harrison word) me like they used to, either because I'm getting older or Harrison is, I don't know. But I still read anything new he publishes and can honestly say that his work has shaped my worldview.



Teaser Tuesdays is hosted by Should Be Reading, where you can find the official rules for this weekly event.

Opening Sentence of the Day: The Farmer's Daughter

"She was born peculiar, or so she thought."

-- The Farmer's Daughter by Jim Harrison.

This is one book from my Guilt List for which I have only myself to blame because I shamelessly begged Grove Press for a review copy. This is Jim Harrison's new novella trinity -- he is one of my all-time favorites. I am quite excited that my efforts paid off.

Mailbox Monday

I fell into a blogging black hole the past few days, only getting back here in time for Mailbox Monday.

The problem was a garage sale. My sister is off on a madcap adventure to try to be a chef in Bavaria. So, wisely deciding she didn't want to pay for a storage unit while out of the country, she sold as much as she could part with of her accumulated stuff at my house this weekend.

I didn't appreciate what a LOT of work it is to have a garage sale! And I didn't realize what a dumb idea it was to invite people over for a going away dinner the night of the second day of that garage sale! We had our mom in my kitchen cooking up a storm while my sister and I sold off everything from her childhood Fisher-Price toys to her REI tent to an 1800s "dough bowl."

No time to blog. No time to read.

So, getting back into the swim of things and going back to pre-garage sale days:

Two books came into my house last week (not counting a box-worth of books I snatched out of the hands of garage sale customers, but I haven't had a second to process those).

California Girl by T. Jefferson Parker (which won the Edgar Award in 2005)



The Foreign Correspondent by Allen Furst (because I really enjoyed Kingdom of Shadows so want to read more of his books).

A New Commandment

This week's Booking Through Thursday question asks:

God comes to you and tells you that, from this day forward, you may only read ONE type of book–one genre or period, but you get to choose what it is. Classics, Science-Fiction, Mystery, Romance, Cookbooks, History, Business … you can choose, but you only get ONE.

What genre do you pick, and why?

Assuming for the sake of BTT argument that "literary fiction" far too broad to meet God's new requirement, I find myself in the position of all sinners -- trying to bargain with God: "If you'll just let me include a few books from other categories -- how about a couple of thrillers here and there? some classics? -- I'll never buy from a chain bookstore again; it's independent booksellers from here on out, I promise."

Assuming God isn't in a bargaining mood, at the risk of eternal damnation I would pick Mid-Century (20th) British Fiction -- novels from the 1940s, '50s, and '60s. That would cover my favorite authors like Anthony Powell, Kingsley Amis, and Graham Greene, as well as a large chunk of the P. G. Wodehouse bibliography.

And I could spend time getting to know authors whose works I am not so familiar with, like Dorothy Sayers (later books), Muriel Spark, and C. P. Snow. I could start with the James Tait Black Memorial Prize winners from those three decades to find new authors, and take it from there.

I know I'd be missing out on great British fiction from earlier in the 20th Century, not to mention my American favorites, international authors, and the thousands of books from genres that I never knew existed until I started blogging (time-traveling teen-age shape shifters in love with code-solving werewolves, etc.). But it's not every day God gives a new commandment, so who am I to argue?

Review of the Day: The Wall in My Head

The Wall in My Head: Words and Images from the Fall of the Iron Curtain, published by Words Without Borders Anthologies, is a powerful collection of fiction, essays, poetry, and historic documents about life behind the Iron Curtain after there was no more Iron Curtain. Most of the pieces are short stories, some by world-famous authors like Milan Kundera, some by authors known only in Eastern Europe.

This is a dense book and, because the pieces are written by behind-the-Iron-Curtain authors, there are insider references and imagery that take a while to figure out. But the overall picture built up through little details and different perspectives is fascinating. For example, this snippet from "The Road to Bornholm" by Durs Grunbein really beings home what it must have been like to live through suh historic events as the fall of the Berlin Wall:

"He was surprised to read 'Bornholmer Strasse' on a sign on the Western side.  He had never considered that, on a city map, the connecting routes might continue uninterrupted, that the names might simply go on as before the Wall was built."

 This is a book that will stick with the reader long after the final page.

Teaser Tuesday: L'Affaire

"Thinking of D. H. Lawrence gave her courage, for people were always having impulsive sexual encounters in Lawrence.  It was easier to think of doing so outside London, though she had done some fairly crazy things there, too, though never with an absolute stranger and mostly when she was a teenager and sort of miserable."

-- L'Affaire by Diane Johnson

That is such a perfect Diane Johnson passage -- a mix of titillation and erudition, with a little wry commentary ("sort of miserable") on the imagined turmoils of well-to-do women thrown in.


Teaser Tuesdays is hosted by Should Be Reading, where you can find the official rules for this weekly event.

Mailbox Monday

I have a long list for Mailbox Monday, even though only one came in the mail. This week, I am also participating in Story Siren's version, In My Mailbox, although I should have posted it on Sunday.

Read, Remember, Recommend: A Reading Journal for Book Lovers by Rachelle Rogers Knight



Rachelle, aka Bibliobabe, got me a review copy of her fantastic book journal. It is just the thing for a list-obsessed reader like me. Thanks Rachelle!

After our big trial win on Friday, I was ready to celebrate, which I did with a little book shopping spree at my favorite used bookstore, Second Glance Books.

Encyclopedia Prehistorica Dinosaurs: The Definitive Pop-Up by Robert Sabuda (I don't have kids and I have no real interest in dinasaurs, but I love creative books and this one is amazing)



Tales of Passion, Tales of Woe by Sandra Gulland (on my French Connection list, but the second in the trilogy, which means I have to find the other two)



Larry's Party by Carol Shields (Orange Prize winner)



The World of Jeeves by P. G. Wodehouse (an omnibus edition of all the Jeeves short stories -- thank goodness, because I am always losing track of which ones I've read)



If on a Winter's Night a Traveler by Italo Calvino (because it is one one of my lists, but I can't remember which one)



Nights at the Circus by Angela Carter (on the Erica Jong list)



The Waterfall by Margaret Drabble (also on the Erica Jong list)



Journey to Portugal: In Pursuit of Portugal's History and Culture by Jose Saramago (in a nice hardback edition; I'm trying to read a book by all the Nobel Laureates)



The Message to the Planet by Iris Murdoch

Erica Jong list

Review of the Day: A Small Fortune

Celia Donnelly comes from a long line of strong women with bad luck in husbands. Unfortunately for Celia, she has to learn of these family traits while fleeing kidnappers through the jungles of Mexico, roping her ex-lover into protecting her teenage son, and unraveling a complicated financial mystery.

Although A Small Fortune is her first published book, Audrey Braun writes like a pro, with none of the plot glitches or clunky dialog that plagues many a debut novel. Her literary style flows gracefully without weighing down the action or distracting from the story.

The only off note is the opening scene, which seems a little benign for the darker escapade to follow – more Anne Taylor than Mary Higgins Clark. But by page 30 or so, Braun has caught her stride and the story hurtles forward, never stopping until the exciting, satisfying finale. The plot becomes more complicated and layered as it progresses until the book is absolutely unputdownable.

This may fall in the category of "beach book," but don't wait for sun and sand to read this page-turner!

NOTE

I got this book from the author, who is a friend and former neighbor of mine. I warned her that I wouldn't post a review if I didn't like the book, but I am pleased to not have to rely on this back-up plan. This book was completely enjoyable. It kept me up past my bedtime several nights in a row, because I didn't want to stop.

OTHER REVIEWS

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We Won!

The jury came back yesterday with a big win for my firm. I'm still giddy. And still reeling.

The story is on CNN,The New York Times, ABC, NPR, The Oregonian, and even foreign newspapers.  It's been on the tv news too and lots of blogs. The entire post-verdict press conference is on YouTube. Our client is still wide-eyed in it, but he did a good job.

This is all very exciting.

This is the first day I have had off in the last three months. I am celebrating my free time along with the trial victory by going book shopping.

Hopping Around

I am still waiting for the jury to come back in the second phase of our trial. Once they are back, this six-week trial that has consumed the last four months of my life will be over. Whew!

While I wait, I've been hopping around, visiting blogs.

Last Day of Trial!

This is our last day of trial, so things are a little hectic and I don't think I'll get a regular post up -- at least not in a timely fashion.

Legal argument are this morning and closing arguments to the jury are this afternoon. Then we are done. We have no way to guess how long the jury will deliberate, but waiting is not working. We'll be antsy but unproductive after closing arguments. I may come back to blog then.

Opening Sentence of the Day: L'Affaire

"All of Europe had been fascinated for the past few days by televised images of avalanches descending in the wake of storms on certain ski resorts and pretty villages in the Alps."

-- L'Affaire by Diane Johnson

I really enjoyed two of Johnson's earlier books about Americans in France -- Le Divorce and Le Mariage. I think this one is going to be just as good.

All three are on my French Connections list.

NOTE
Book Beginnings on Fridays is a Friday "opening sentence" event hosted by Becky at Page Turners.   

Teaser Tuesday Two-fer

"I rewrapped the wound, using the last of the gauze . . . . and that was when I looked up to see the iguana hissing in my face.

"I knocked the safety off the gun, cocked the hammer, and pulled the trigger."

-- A Small Fortune by Audrey Braun. Yes, she killed the giant, poisonous iguana. I just hope I would have the wherewithall to do the same if I were escaping through the jungle with a bullet wound. 

This is a great book. It is a lot of fun and exciting enough to keep me thinking of it until I can get back to it.

"He was surprised to read 'Bornholmer Strasse' on a sign on the Western side.  He had never considered that, on a city map, the connecting routes might continue uninterrupted, that the names might simply go on as before the Wall was built."

-- "The Road to Bornholm" by Durs Grunbein in The Wall in My Head: Words and Images from the Fall of the Iron Curtain, published by Words Without Borders Anthologies.

This book is full of powerful stories and essays about post-communist life in the former Soviet Bloc. But the most powerful are those, like this one, describing the actual fall of the Berlin Wall. 

When this book gets too dense, I take a break with A Small Fortune.

Teaser Tuesdays is hosted by Should Be Reading, where you can find the official rules for this weekly event.

Mailbox Monday

Several books came into my house last week, three even came in the mailbox in time for Mailbox Monday. This week, I am also participating in Story Siren's version, In My Mailbox.

A Small Fortune by Audrey Braun (see here for my description, because I've already started this one)



The New York Stories by Elizabeth Hardwick (from the LibraryThing Early Reviewers program)



The Garden Book, published by Phaidon (a treat for myself from Ampersand, my favorite artsy bookstore, after we won the first phase of our big trial)



A Week in December by Sebastian Faulks (another from the LibraryThing Early Reviewers program -- I double dipped last month)

Review of the Day: The Marmot Drive

Published in 1953, The Marmot Drive was the first of John Hersey’s novels not set during WWII. It takes place over a weekend in a New England village, when the town decides to drive out a plague of “marmots” or woodchucks. This happens to be the weekend when Eben Avered brings his fiancée Hester out from New York City to meet his charismatic father, the town’s Selectman, and his faded mother.

The book is a mishmash of conflicts and contradictions. Eben and his father are in a continual battle over ideas, values, and Hester – the kind of battle all too recognizable between powerful men and their newly adult sons. Hester battles with Eben and herself. The villagers battle with each other, rearrange allegiances, and battle some more. And everyone battles the woodchucks.

The book has all the markings of allegory, but it hard to tell what the allegory is. Do the woodchucks stand for something else? Cityfolk? Black people? Commies? All might have been possible contenders back in the 1950s, depending on whether the village is to be condemned for the drive or praised. But the book does not tie things together so easily.

The novel ends up a big stewpot of paradox, where the characters are more bad than good, the country people more open minded than the city people, all of life more complicated than simple. It is thought-provoking and interesting, but peters out in a messy, paltry ending, just like the marmot drive itself.

Review of the Day: Leaving Brooklyn

At my law office, we have a word for 15-year-old girls who have a sexual relationship with their 37-year-old doctors – we call them “clients.” I spend my days suing child molesters and the institutions that allowed the abuse. So the fact that I could set aside my professional and personal outlook and be swept up in this novel is a testament to Lynn Sharon Schwartz’s literary gifts.

In Leaving Brooklyn, Schwartz spins a post-war coming-of-age story out of the heroine’s damaged eye. Audrey is legally blind in her right eye, a lazy eye prone to wander on its own. The eye gives Audrey a creative, imaginary way of seeing “behind” things, including ideas. Her eye is the center point for the story; it is also a metaphor for the inward gaze that perfectly captures the mind of a 15-year-old girl.

Audrey feels stifled by what she considers the narrow-mindedness of her Brooklyn neighborhood. She escapes Brooklyn, and ultimately her childhood, through a series of weekly sexual encounters with her Manhattan eye doctor.

Schwartz tells the story as a memoir that entwines the adult Audrey’s perceptions with the child’s. In moving between the two – and in recognizing the ambiguity inherent in memory and perception – she paints an accurately ephemeral portrait of Audrey as “Everywoman.”

NOTES

Leaving Brooklyn by Lynn Sharon Schwartz was nominated for the PEN/Faulkner. This super cool Hawthorne Books & Literary Arts edition has a new introduction by Ursula Hegi.

OTHER REVIEWS

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Opening Sentence of the Day: A Small Fortune

"It was partly my fault for staying up so late copyediting the latest volume in Dee Dee Dawson's Legends of Lust series."

-- A Small Fortune by Audrey Braun

So begins what is described on the back as "a fast-paced, sexy thrill-ride." I am very excited to read this for a couple of reasons.

First, my friend wrote it. She wrote it while waiting for her two (I think it's two) literary novels to finally percolate up to the top of some publisher's Must Print list.  In the meantime, she had fun writing this thriller -- using a thriller-ish pen name -- and I am going to have fun reading it. There is even a character in it with my first name.

(You can expect to hear nothing by praise from me for this one and I encourage everyone to buy a copy. When my friend becomes famous, you'll be happy you did.)

The second reason I am excited to read this is because I am alternating back and forth between this and The Wall in My Head: Words and Images from the Fall of the Iron Curtain, published by Words Without Borders Anthologies. When that one gets too dense, I switch over to Mexico beaches and adventure for a while.

NOTE
Book Beginnings on Fridays is a Friday "opening sentence" event hosted by Becky at Page Turners. 

Challenge Update: Battle of the Prizes

Although I have not made any progress, so far, on my own challenge, others have. I want to thank everyone who has been participating. We have six reviews in so far. Click the links to get to the reviews.

REVIEWS

Morte d'Urban by J. F. Powers on Musings 

World's Fair by E. L. Doctorow on chaotic compendiums

Angle of Repose by Wallace Stegner on 100 Books. 100 Journeys 

The Adventures of Augie March by Saul Bellow on 100 Books. 100 Journeys 

Lonesome Dove by Larry McMurtry on chaotic compendiums 

Breathing Lessons by Anne Tyler on Book Psmith 

There is still time to sign up and participate. The challenge requires reading only three book by the end of next January (1/31/11). Details are on the main challenge post or you can click on the logo button above.

There is also time to join the British Version if that is more your cup of tea. Details are here or you can click on the logo button.

Opening Sentence of the Day: The Wall in My Head

"In the mid-to-late 1990s, while living mostly in Moscow, I managed to travel through a good part of the former Soviet Bloc."

-- Introduction by Keith Gessen to The Wall in My Head: Words and Images from the Fall of the Iron Curtain, published by Words Without Borders Anthologies.

This is one of my LibraryThing Early Reviewer books. I asked for it specifically because I think it sounds fascinating.

But now that I am getting into it, I realize that it is going to take me a while -- it is dense and, because the pieces are written by behind-the-Iron-Curtain authors, there are insider references and imagery that take me a while to figure out. Also, I can't tell which pieces are fiction and which are not, because it doesn't label the pieces.

I think it may be a book I am glad I read, even if I am not glad to be reading it. Do you read those kind of books?

NOTE
Book Beginnings on Fridays is a Friday "opening sentence" event hosted by Becky at Page Turners.  

Opening Sentence of the Day: The Marmot Drive

"One fog-lidded dawn in summertime a city girl, whose name was Hester, stood near the whipping post on the Tunxis village green with half a hundred strangers waiting to round up woodchucks."

The Marmot Drive by John Hersey

That may be my favorite opening sentence of the year. Woodchucks! You don't get to read a novel about woodchucks just every day.

I am on a mid-Century fiction jag, and this one definitely counts. It was published in 1953 and is about the conflicts that arise in a Connecticut village when the townsfolk gather to drive the "marmots" out of Thighbone Hollow.

I used some of my Reading Local contest money to buy this book from Hawthorne Boulevard Books, a little gem of a used book store in southeast Portland (and not to be confused with Hawthorne Books, our local literary publishing company).Thanks Reading Local!


NOTE
Book Beginnings on Fridays is a Friday "opening sentence" event hosted by Becky at Page Turners.  

Teaser Tuesday: Leaving Brooklyn

"Had these women, hair carved by beauticians, bodies encased in God knows what steely underclothes, ever felt what I felt? . . . If they had, how could they be sitting here calmly playing mah jongg"

Leaving Brooklyn by Lynn Sharon Schwartz (nominated for the PEN/Faulkner; new introduction by Ursula Hegi; super cool Hawthorne Books & Literary Arts edition).

I love that carved hair image!


Teaser Tuesdays is hosted by Should Be Reading, where you can find the official rules for this weekly event.

Mailbox Monday

While waiting for a jury last Friday (we are still waiting today), I went for a walk to stave off the jitters and, not surprisingly, ended up doing a little book shopping. I found several for my Mailbox Monday list.

Encore Provence by Peter Mayle (which it turns out I already have and have already read, but this Penguin edition is so pretty that it makes me want to read it again)



A Friend From England by Anita Brookner (because I am in a Brookner mood ever since learning the term "Aga saga" from Frances Mayes's A Year in the World)



The Golden Child by Penelope Fitzgerald



Time's Arrow by Martin Amis



All would count for the Typically British challenge.