Elizabeth Is Missing

From the cover, blurb and reviews, this novel seemed initially like a murder mystery with a twist - something I found very appealing. From what I gathered, an old lady with deteriorating memory (perhaps dementia) is the only person who can remember that her friend is missing, but she is struggling to remember why and how. Now, there's nothing wrong with this at all. It seems very interesting. The novel itself, however, is very different.

The primary focus is on Maud's life as her condition worsens. It seems the real mystery is one from her past that remains unsolved - something which readers are taken to via flashbacks to post war Britain as events unfold. For Maud, these flashbacks become increasingly confused with reality until she, against all odds, finds the answers.

This is another one of those books where the preface is rather confusing and out of context, making not much sense. However as soon as chapter one begins, so does the narrative journey. After the conclusion, reread the preface and you will notice just how expertly the threads are woven together by the end.

Some people have called this novel frustrating. They've been asking why someone didn't just TELL Maud where  Elizabeth went. But that's the really sad thing - they do, all the time, but Maud can't remember and so the reader doesn't know. The concept here, while extremely sad, is incredibly well carried out. We'll be thrown into and out of moments and conversations to reflect what Maud can and can't remember. We feel her confusion with her and Healey expertly creates the same sense of frustration that Maud is feeling for the reader. What's especially remarkable here is, as Maud deteriorates, an already immersive sense of emotion grows along with the sense of expectation, creating an incredibly powerful and emotional climax.

This is an absolutely fantastic and gripping read in ways in which you might not first expect. This novel deserves to stand among some of the great and well known works of late, more so than its run-of-the-mill cover and misleading blurb give it credit for. That said, there really is no way to properly summarise this novel or indeed its genre or type. It covers all bases to form something that is undoubtedly a book which you, ironically, will never forget.

9.5/10

Next I'll be reading "The Bees" by Laline Paull

We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves

This isn't the sort of book I'd normally look at in a bookshop and then choose to buy, but I was told I simply had to read it. And I'm glad about that, because it opened my eyes to a new type of novel and a new writer.

I wish I could talk about the details of the plot here, but something happens around 70 pages in, something key to the plot, that would be spoiled if I were to do so. Instead I will say this - essentially this is a novel about a girl, Rosemary, and her relationship with her family and friends, but especially her sister, Fern.

I would say that this novel and I didn't get off to the best of starts. It takes a while to get into and the narrative isn't chronological. The reasons for this, however, become clear as we realise Fowler has been withholding some vital information from us in order to play with our expectations. As the end of the novel approaches, the themes presented throughout come together really nicely, and the novel's initially confusing beginning suddenly has a lot of symbolic significance. When I'd finished the book, then, I had no complaints about the beginning. There were clear reasons for it and the rest of the novel accounted for and made up for my initial confusion. I suppose that's one downside, though - aside from intrigue, the novel has no overt hook. However, once the concept unfolds 70 pages in, you'll get a chance to see just how original and brilliant the story is.

The characters are extremely well developed, even the minor ones. Fowler uses her narrator extremely effectively so that we really do see through Rosemary's eyes. Her voice gives us a sometimes funny, sometimes tragic but always very (and cleverly) human perception of the world. Fowler's way of writing is one that I think will last - not only to give her story a timeless feel but also so that readers can appreciate the novel in new ways upon each rereading. So much beautiful attention to detail is no mean feat, especially in a novel where detail is highly subjective and withheld.

As I say, I wish I could talk more about it, but you'll have to find out for yourself why this book is becoming so popular. Suffice to say I thoroughly enjoyed it. Thanks again to "Agent Leo" for the lend.

9/10

Next I'll be reading Emma Healey's debut novel, "Elizabeth is Missing"