The Travelling Cat Chronicles – Hiro Arikawa

Something tells me I’m going to like my new bookclub, having suggested Jane Harper’s Forces of Nature as well as this month’s offering, The Travelling Cat Chronicles (translated into English from its original Japanese). An enchanting book, it follows the travels of Nana, a stray cat adopted by Satoru. The novel is told from the perspective of Nana, a strong, wise, insightful cat who understands humanspeak and dogspeak as an absolute minimum of his linguistic abilities. Nana and Satoru are happy for a few years before Satoru takes them on a road trip, attempting to find a new home for Nana that never quite works out. Nana is Satoru’s and Satoru is Nana’s, a state of being as strong as any force of nature, like the waves of the sea that so frighten Nana at one point.

The story is peppered with Nana’s impressions of life, from the silver car bonnet he loves so much (always warm, even in winter – and this is a Japanese winter, not a Perth winter!) to the abovementioned ferocity of the sea. He is witty and insightful, stripping away any of humanity’s pretensions as well as our collective inability to say what we mean. He is honest about his nature as a hunter, and his descriptions of hunting birds, mice and cockroaches (anything smaller than him not fast enough to get away, really) feel oddly noble, as if he were more panther than stray cat. And I rather enjoyed his frank assertions of humanity’s hypocrisy when it comes to killing things.

Much like The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane, part of what makes this book such an engaging read is the element of loss and tragedy in it, reminding us that love is love because of these things.


Force of Nature – Jane Harper

It’s difficult to write a novel where none of the characters are unlikeable, an yet the story is still engaging enough that you’re hanging on til the end. The Slap by Christos Tsiolkas was one such novel, and I was pleasantly surprise (after I was done loathing the characters) to discover another Australian author capable of such a feat.

Harper’s The Dry established Federal Detective Aaron Falk via his hometown in rural Australia, his history, his motivations, his demons. The books do not need to be read in order, but I would recommend it as Force of Nature makes passing references to the events if The Dry that help flesh out Falk.

The main story evolves around five women, all employees of BaileyTennant, a family accounting firm. Alice, Lauren, twins Beth and Bree and family member Jill Bailey all go into the woods in a team-building exercise for the ‘troubled’ employees; all but Alice come out, and all significantly worse for wear.

Naturally, sending ill-equipped staff who are already on tenterhooks out into the Australian bush goes about as well as you would expect it to, with basic mistakes being made from people who have limited-to-no experience in bushcraft. You know it’s not going to end well, and it speaks as much about BaileyTennant and its management as it does about the psyches of the five main women, none of women are particularly likeable. Beth, a recovering addict with a black mark that needs to be legally declared against her name is the immediate stand-out, although as time goes by, a lot of the shine goes off Bree, although I did find myself sympathising a little with her in terms of the forced interactions working with her sister engineered. It seemed incredibly problematic to have hired Beth, given her history with her sister (Bree was there first, the idea being that her stellar performance was a good idea to get a literal clone of her) and I wonder if this was an oversight of Harper’s or an intentional plot point, intended to demonstrate the poor management going on at BaileyTennant.

As the book goes on, it becomes clear that Jill, the so-called ‘team leader’ is ill equipped to handle the situation, either as a company boss or someone who can take control of a situation as things deteriorate. Alice quickly takes advantage of Jill’s poor leadership skills, although Alice herself lacks them; more aggressive than assertive, domineering than actually productive. Her actions are consistently selfish, using up resources for her own gain so when they’re actually needed, they’ve been used up.

The book switches back and forth between the women’s trials in the woods and the search and rescue efforts a few days later when four women have come back and Falk is on the case. Falk explores the antagonistic relationship Alice had between the four women, who all had a reason to, well… not exactly be sorry if something happened to her. As the book goes on, we see that all four women are deeply flawed, unlikeable even, although Alice and Beth are the initial contenders for ‘bad guy’. All five women bring a truckload of issues to what is a challenging situation to begin with, and all of them contribute to the terrifying circumstances they find themselves in, and worse, an utter lack of acknowledgement or remorse as to the havoc their actions have wreaked.

As I said earlier, it’s difficult to write a novel where all the main characters are unlikeable (this was a bookclub pick, and when discussing it with another member, she said she ‘had kinda hoped they would all die in the woods’.) And yet, I devoured it, wanting to know what happened and the consequences of five women who were weak or aggressive but never strong. The Dry was an engaging read and I had no idea who dunnit til they were named, but Force of Nature showed a sophomoric maturing of Harper as a writer, and an instalment I would highly recommend.

Behind Her Eyes – Sarah Pinborough

Wow, what a twisty ride!

Louise is a single mum stuck in a rut who goes out to a bar one night and meets a man, David. Sparks fly, they fool around, and ooops, turns out he’s her new, married boss. She then manages to become friends with David’s wife, Adele, while getting more deeply involved with David. You just know it’s not going to end well, and it’s hard to decide who you dislike more – the controlling David, the clingy Adele or the homewrecking Louise. All broad characterisations, of course, but no-one is hugely likeable, although I could sympathise with Louise, as a single mother whose baby daddy was disinterested in providing much maintenance. ‘The other woman’ trope doesn’t play well with me – both morally and because I don’t understand why women keep thinking it’s going to work out well for them – and Behind Her Eyes only does above average in that regard.


The plot twists as Louise investigates first David’s and then Adele’s behaviour are edge-of-your-seat stuff, and just when you’ve worked out who is the good guy and who is the bad guy (relatively speaking – these are all nuanced, and deeply flawed characters) BAM, Pinborough hits you with the ending. One of the best twist endings I have read in the book and one that had me thinking about for days.

I’ve put this in ‘Family Issues’ because it’s centred about David and Adele’s marriage and Louise’s involvement with both of them, as well as her son, and I created a new ‘Thriller’ category. But this book really feels like it defies categorising.


The Boleyn King – Laura Anderson

The Boleyn King works on a basic premise: what if Anne Boleyn had a son? In 1536, after having given birth to a healthy daughter, Elizabeth, as well as having miscarried a son, Anne finally gives birth to a healthy baby boy. Christened Henry IX, but going by the name William, the book cuts forward to his seventeenth year, where he chastens under the wardship of his uncle Rochford (aka George Boleyn) and looks forward to ruling on his own as an adult. His father died when he was ten years old (around the same time Henry VII actually died) and the political landscape is vastly different. The Boleyns hold power through Anne’s marriage to Henry, and then through kinship to William, similar to the Woodvilles a century before. Though not as bitterly resented as the Woodvilles, Anne’s reputation as a homewrecker has never completely gone away, the Boleyns haven’t secure power as much as they would like, rumours still swirl about William’s parentage, and the monarchy has never been particularly stable.

Enter Minuette, a ward of Anne’s a central to the story. On rereading, I would have liked to see the book focus more on Henry’s three children – Mary, Elizabeth and William and the change’s William’s existence made to history as we know it – rather than Minuette’s life and the havoc her existence would cause via a love triangle. Still, that love triangle plays a major part in William’s characterisation, namely, that he inherited the best of his parent’s personality traits (their intellect, sensuality and drive) as well as the worst (entitlement, greed and cruelty).

Anne Boleyn is very much a secondary character, and Anderson’s interpretation of an Anne who enjoyed over a decade with Henry and then another decade as Dowager Queen and William’s mother and confidante, is quite a bland character compared to what we have learned of her from history books. Perhaps having secured her position by having a son, Anne mellowed somewhat? This is certainly Anderson’s take, although at one point in the book Minuette muses that, for all the friction that existed between two such strong-willed people as Anne and Henry, she had been much happier with such a man than she would have been with a less domineering one.

I would have liked to have seen more of Mary, who is somewhat sidelined to a religious extremist character, and on the rare occasion she shows up to court, she is pious and dull. Her antics off-page are far more interesting to when she comes to court. Nonetheless, it was interesting that she never backed down from her conviction that William did not have as good a claim as she did because her father had no claim to divorce her mother and marry Anne, an action that he never rectified after Catherine’s death. (In real-life, Henry married Jane Seymour after Catherine’s death, so there was no contention about the legitimacy of the marriage, or Edward’s claim to the throne.)

(Jane Grey is still around; she gets one mention as the potential bride of Guildford Dudley. I want to see Anderson and Alison Weir write that novel!)

The Boleyn King is part of a trilogy, followed by another trilogy that chronicles the life of William’s heir. To me, it was fairly obvious who William’s heir would be, although I won’t spoil it here. The further on in the six books it gets, the more implausible it gets (book four starts off with William’s heir having married, produced an heir and divorced because they no longer felt the love with their spouse – a very modern attitude, and one I don’t think would have flown in the sixteenth century). Nonetheless, The Boleyn King is a very interesting hypothetical about how much things would have changed had Anne Boleyn had born a son… and how much they would have stayed the same.


The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane – Kate DiCamillo

What an utterly enchanting novel – there are clear comparisons to be made with Margery Williams’ The Velveteen Rabbit, although I am getting somewhat ahead of myself.

Edward Tulane is a china rabbit, well made, belonging to a spoilt-but-loving young girl, Abilene. He is self-aware, but non-sentient, so he is able to think and feel but not move of his own accord. Under Abilene’s care, he is a vain, self-absorbed creature, quick to judge ‘lesser’ toys such as dolls, not to mention the maid who doesn’t treat him with the dignity he deserve. Tragedy strikes, and he ends up being swept overboard one day, and so begins the miraculous journey that takes him full circle.

Edward spends years, and then decades, going from owner to owner (the word falls drastically short of doing justice to the relationship he has with them) including a fisherman, a hobo and a dirt-poor brother and sister, the latter of whom is terminally ill. Throughout the course of the book, he becomes more aware of others and, most notably , what it is to love – as well as to feel loss and grief. Though he remains unable to move of his own accord, he becomes more aware of the stories and lives of others, and I was totally drawn into the other character’s proclamations that it seemed as though Edward was listening and could hear, and understand, every word.

This is where the comparisons to The Velveteen Rabbit come in. Frankly, if DiCamillo were to say she hadn’t been influence by Williams, I wouldn’t believe her. But that’s not to say this is a rip-off of the earlier classic; rather, DiCamillo has taken the concepts of a child’s toy being self-aware and created her own story which is just as touching as Williams – and far more heartbreaking.

I’ll admit, I shed a tear or two at the end, something I didn’t do with Velveteen Rabbit. DiCamillo goes much further than Williams ever did with covering the grief and loss elements of what it is to love, and my heart broke for this fictional, china rabbit every time he lost someone. It has a happy ending, and I believe the ending would not have worked had Edward not endured the loss and heartbreak he did. But because of this, I would put it at a slightly higher reading level than Velveteen Rabbit. But like Rabbit, it is an enchanting story about what it is to be human, to care, to love and be loved – as well as to feel loss, grief and heartache.


The Extraordinary Life of Rebecca West – Lorna Gibb

Lorna Gibb’s biography The Extraordinary Life of Rebecca West is a fascinating portrayal of one of the world’s earliest feminist icons (excluding the outliers such as Eleanor of Aquitaine). Of course, I was familiar with who West was – particularly with the quote about doormats and prostitutes that she has been credited with – but Gibb’s account fleshed out a woman who was equal parts flawed and fascinating. But then, name me a sociopolitical icon who isn’t.

I was completely unaware of West’s relationship with (the married) HG Wells. This relationship – and the son that came from it, Anthony, the only child she would have – was a huge influence in her life. Reading about it in 2017 is both cringeworthy and hearthbreaking, to read of a woman whose life was largely put on hold for a married man who had no real intention of leaving his wife; even after Amy died, there was no serious interest formalizing his relationship with West, though he was happy to enjoy the benefits such a relationship brought him. It’s easy to see how such a relationship would have been so formative in the evolution of her thoughts and as a writer. I found it frustrating that West set such a stock by him, although she was hardly the first woman – even the first feminist icon (Ms Shelly, I’m looking at you) – to do so.

On reflection, the biography focuses largely on her domestic life and how it influenced her as a writer, although I think that’s true of a lot of figures; to bring up another feminist icon, reading Daddy, We Hardly Knew You gave me a much deeper understanding of Germaine Greer and what had motivated her own writing, and upon reading of Marx’s parasitical upbringing and lifestyle, it’s easier to see how he came up with the Communist Manfesto.

I have to admit, I am unfamiliar with West’s work – beyond the prostitutes and doormats quote which may or may not have been hers – but reading this book made me want to explore her ideas further. She lived well into her nineties – her son only outlived her by a few years – and faced a lot of rough times, some of her own doing, some as a result of the society she lived in at the time. It’s a shame she isn’t as well known as Wells, because it seems she contributed as least as many great ideas to our society as her more famous lover.


Being 14 – Madonna King

Madonna King’s Being 14 reminded me a little of Rosalind Wiseman’s Queen Bees and Wannabees, but updated (2017 v late 90’s/early 00’s) and based in Australia, which made it a little more relatable. I don’t have children of my own, but do have a sixteen-year-old soon-to-be-stepdaughter (who I knew at fourteen – twelve, actually) so the book resonated somewhat. I’m going to call her Drew. (Those of you who know her – and more to the point, me and my love for feminist-friendly movies – should get the reference.)

King mostly talks about the unrealistic beauty standards facing both teenagers today and her own pop culture icons; she look at Agneta Faltskog and Farrah Fawcett, professionally made up with thousands of hours and fashion dollars invested in them, but none the less a far more attainable look than that of the Pretty Little Liars cast. (Also, being an athletic crime solver or talented singer is a somewhat more admirable aspiration than the PLL characters.) In one anecdote, she talks about a subject who had bought several copies of a magazine, to the bafflement of the newsagent owner. When she explained that she was on the cover and wanted to send copies to her aunt, grandmother, cousins etc, this exacerbated rather than cleared up the newsagent’s confusion as the made-up, airbrushed figure on the cover looked nothing like the girl who was buying the magazine, in much the same way I, a thirtysomething white woman, looks nothing like Beyonce. I think that particular anecdote jumped out at me because of how far removed what we see on TV, in the movies and in magazines is from the reality, and how badly we are setting up our young people for failure when the things they aspire to are only attainable through airbrushing.

There were some helpful tips about engaging with teenage girls looking to push the boundaries, and recognizing that the need to push the boundaries that made me think of Drew; I made a mental note to bring them up the next time it’s relevant to the conversation. I guess what I really took from this book was how relatable it was, despite not having children, and never having had an interest in them. I think that’s a measure of good writing, when someone who has no vested interest in the subject matter still finds it interesting.


Naomi Alderman – The Power

Naomi Alderman’s The Power is a brilliant piece of gender-flipped, speculative political fiction where women have developed skeins which allow them to create and control electricity, which in turn gives them the power to hurt and control men; almost overnight, the power (im)balance between genders has been completely flipped. With the bulk of it set in (what I assume to be) the near future and interspersed with images of artefacts from thousands of years ago but (relatively soon) after the main story, it is a fascinating look at how power corrupts and women are not inherently more nurturing or docile than men.

It starts with scenes of women who have been victims of male violence – the daughter of a low-level gangster, sex slaves in Eastern Europe – turning the tables viciously and very satisfactorily, but bit by bit, the justifications become increasingly flimsy. In one scene, a group of women come across a stray man in the dumpster area behind a bar, and having discovered they can use their powers to involuntarily achieve an erection out of a man, proceed to pass him around like a joint. They claim that he was ‘asking for it’ by wearing provocative clothes, drinking and being in a drinking establishment without a (female) chaperone… sound familiar? No? Switch the genders between the group and their victim. There you go. The book is full of such examples, woven easily into the story of a world rapidly and dramatically changing, but that one stands out and the most striking.

What I loved about this book is that Alderman doesn’t try to write her characters as being better – more peaceful, more fair, more nurturing – than men when placed in the same positions of power. They can be just as flawed, just as corruptible, just as cruel and power-mad as any man can be… and in far greater numbers than those stand-out figures such as an Eastern European first lady who becomes interim President after her husband dies and ends up doing the kind of damage that a certain North Korean fellow can so far only dream about, are those women who enjoy the benefits a matriarchal society brings them, even if they aren’t inherently misandric.

This book isn’t for everyone; such books never are. It’s hard to stomach passages of men being subjected to violence and discrimination for no other reason than ‘women are superior’ without recognizing nothing Alderman writes about cannot be applied to the history of men and women in reverse, and to recognize this and do nothing is… discomforting, to say the least.  But that’s also what makes it such a great book; what is good literature if not something that is provocative and makes you a little unconfortable?


The Last Tudor – Philippa Gregory

Either Philippa Gregory is on a bad run of writing, or my tastes have changed, because I used to love her work but I’ve found her last few offerings to be very ho-hum. I was excited to hear about her new book about the Grey sisters, who I had first been introduced to through Alison Weir’s Innocent Traitor.

The Last Tudor started out reasonably well from the perspective of Jane Grey, the oldest of the three sisters. Historically, Jane has been the most sympathetic of the thee girls, well-read and articulate and wanting to be left alone. But as one of the nearest to the throne during the tumultuous Tudor dynasty – the granddaughters of Henry VIII’s youngest sister, Mary – she was a magnet for those who sought power should any crack in the succession show. In this case, Henry’s only son Edward dying young without a son of his own; although Henry had decreed that his oldest daughter Mary should inherit the throne, the Protestant Edward did not want his Catholic half-sister becoming Queen, and instead decreed his Protestant cousin Jane Grey to inherit instead.

And so starts off a chain of events which would blight the sisters’ lives for as long as they lived – and none of them lived particularly long lives, even by medieval standards.

As detailed above, Jane was easily the most sympathetic of the three girls, a teenager who disagreed with her cousin Mary’s faith, but nonetheless respected her position as Queen and never wanted to usurp her. Gregory portrays the tragedy of a teenager forced into the position of usurper and then executed for her troubles – Mary recognized that Jane was not the cause of the trouble, but also that while she lived, and remained Protestant, she would be a nucleus for anti-Catholic forces to gather around – reasonably well, though not as engagingly as Gregory did.

The problem starts when she writes about Katherine and Mary. While Jane was pious, well read, articulate and wanting nothing more than to be left alone with her books, Katherine and Mary both harbor serious ambitions to the throne. While they did not deserve their fates, they seemed to lack the good sense to know the potential consequences of saying ‘pick me!pick me!’ when it comes to being next in line to the throne. Um… did they forget what happened to their older sister? A woman who had actively fought all attempts to put her on said throne? Did they simply see a difference between Jane usurping a living Mary versus them waiting for Elizabeth to die? Quite a significant distinction, I’ll admit, but one Elizabeth, notoriously paranoid of claimants to the throne, doesn’t make herself.

Jane was the only one to be beheaded, although none of the sisters lived to see thirty-five. Queen Elizabeth is portrayed damningly, something which seems to have become somewhat of a trend in Tudor-era fiction in the last ten years, ironically in the same time frame as Anne Boleyn’s characterisation is enjoying something of a rehabilitation, almost to the point of becoming a feminist icon.

Above all else, there are very few sympathetic characters in this book; Jane is the only one who comes close, and she isn’t nearly as sympathetic or engaging as she is in Weir’s novel. I’ve seen that done well in past novel – the slap by Christos Tsiolkas comes to mind – but this is definitely not one of the books. An enjoyable read for those of us who like Tudor-era historical fiction, and specifically Gregory, but not one of her best, and not one I would recommend for readers whos tastes fall outside the genre.

PS. For the love of God, how did Amy Robsart die?


And the Band Played On; Politics, People and the AIDS Epidemic – Randy Shilts

After reading Somebody to Love, the biography of Freddie Mercury which was heavily intertwined with the history of AIDS, I looked further into the history of the disease, and And the Band Played on by Randy Shilts came up repeatedly. It is a very engaging read, having dated little since its publication over thirty years ago. Gaeten Dugas’s status as archvillan of the scourge has since been tempered somewhat (rather than being the so-called Patient Zero, he’s been downgraded to a kind of Typhoid Gaeten, albeit a more malicious one that the original Typhoid Mary) and Ronald Reagan has been elevated in his legacy as a neo-conservative who did a lot of harm and little good, but beyond that, the writing feels as relevant today as it would have been in the mid-eighties.

Shilts, himself a gay man who was diagnosed with the virus shortly after finishing the book, tracks the early cases of this mysterious wasting disease from the Belgium Congo to impoverished islands nations such as Haiti and eventually to America, then the rest of the world. He talks about isolated incidents of what, in hindsight, were probably the virus but died out due to a particular village’s isolation from the world; knowing what we know now (and even what was known in the mid-eighties) this is a foreshadowing, even more so, reading it in 2017. How many diseases have in the past simply died out because geographical isolation contained them? With modern travel obliterating most of those isolations, what epidemics might we look forward to in the future?

Shilts was deeply damning of Reagan and the conservative politics he represented; Reagan’s refusal to recognise the severity of the disease as anything but the gay community’s problem (some almost gleeful at the thought that said community might wipe itself out with the disease) allowed the disease to get a foothold in the first world, and by the time it had started affecting the ‘respectable’ members of the community, it was too far gone. Shilts recalls how swiftly the government responded to the Legionnaire’s Disease and poisoned Tylenol scares, both of which infected and killed far fewer (and this was by the numbers of the time, when the AIDS death count was in the tens of thousands) but affected desirable members of the community – the wealthy, the respectable and children – so were dealt with in a swift and effective manner, namely with a lot of public government support and money. This goes back to AIDS being seen as a problem of the undesirable members of the community, so it was left to fester, until it was affecting more ‘desirable’ members, by which point it was too late.

He was also damning of the blood banks, who thought it would be too expensive to screen for the disease, and actively campaigned to have references to the disease being blood-borne removed from public consumption, which meant people remained ignorant for much longer than they ought to have been about the sexually transmitted nature of the disease.

Shilts’s last main villianous group is the gay community, who collectively refused to acknowledge the sexually transmitted nature of the disease and promote safe sexual practices. From a 2017, it is heartbreaking to read, over and over again, the attitudes of ‘they’re just trying to stop me having fun’ which allowed the disease to spread. Shilts singles out Gaeten Dugas to reflect this attitude and the tragic consequences of it, although later journalistic evidence has since conceded that not only was Dugas not the one who brought the disease into the US, but his remarkable memory when it came to his lovers is what allowed early doctors and scientists to create some of the earliest databases of patients. (Dugas’s refusal to believe he was sick, and later on his malicious infecting of others, hardly makes the man a saint, he’s just not guilty of all he was accused of.)

I found this book to be engaging, heartbreaking and infuriating – all in a good way. There has been little covered since that isn’t covered in this book, which may in itself be pretty damning, but makes it hold up well as a definitive authority on such as devastating disease and the medical and social reasons behind it.