I've been on a jaded 'nah, not feeling it' money-waste relationship with fiction for a while. Nothing could get me past 50 pages without the sense that *I had already read this one* ( though I knew I hadn't). I read Villager right through in 2 days, (cos work and family rudely interrupted). Also read Laurie Owen's Tyro, another edge-of-reality almost memoir touching UK 1960s, 70s, 80s. Utterly restored now to a state of optimism about fiction. Unless I only like these 2 writers, in which case, let's hope they both get the fuck on with it and crank up to James Patterson output rhythms. Which would be impossible.
Thank you, Jacqueline! What a lovely review.
Thank *you* for writing such an enjoyable book :-)
I've been on a jaded 'nah, not feeling it' money-waste relationship with fiction for a while. Nothing could get me past 50 pages without the sense that *I had already read this one* ( though I knew I hadn't). I read Villager right through in 2 days, (cos work and family rudely interrupted). Also read Laurie Owen's Tyro, another edge-of-reality almost memoir touching UK 1960s, 70s, 80s. Utterly restored now to a state of optimism about fiction. Unless I only like these 2 writers, in which case, let's hope they both get the fuck on with it and crank up to James Patterson output rhythms. Which would be impossible.
I have certainly never read anything like Villager before!
I hope your optimism is borne out and you find some good books this year.