Just Okay for Me, Dawg

This was one of the catchphrases of long-time judge Randy Jackson on the reality TV show American Idol, which was my guilty pleasure viewing for a decade or more. The three recent books for which I provide short-ish reviews below have nothing much in common apart from the fact that I requested or accepted them from publishers and ended up feeling disappointed but like I still owed a review. You can consider them all .


The Friendship Cure by Kate Leaver

(Duckworth, March 22nd)

We’re in the middle of a loneliness epidemic, so friends are more important than ever. That’s the impetus for Kate Leaver’s jaunty, somewhat insubstantial book about modern friendship. She observes teen girls on the Tube and reflects on how we as primates still engage in social grooming – though language has replaced much of this more primitive bond-forming behavior. We experience a spike in our number of friends through adolescence and early adulthood, but friendships can fall by the wayside during our thirties as we enter long-term relationships and turn our attention to children and other responsibilities. Leaver argues that female friendships can amplify women’s voices and encourage us to embrace imperfection. She also surveys the bromance, mostly in its TV and film manifestations. There are plenty of pop culture references in the book; while I enjoy a Scrubs or Parks and Recreation scene or quotation as much as the next fan, the reliance on pop culture made the book feel lightweight.

Perhaps the most useful chapter was the one on online friendships (hi, book blogger friends!). We so often hear that these can’t replace IRL friendships, but Leaver sticks up for social media: it allows us to meet like-minded people, and is good for introverted and private people. Anything is better than isolation. The biggest problem I had with the book was the tone: Leaver is going for a Caitlin Moran vibe, and peppers in hip references to Taylor Swift, Lindsay Lohan and the like. But then she sometimes tries for more of a Mary Beard approach, yet doesn’t trust herself to competently talk about science, so renders it in matey, anti-intellectual language like “Robin [Dunbar, of Oxford University] did some fancy maths” (um, I think you mean “Dr. Dunbar”!) or “Let me hit you with a bit of research.”

Favorite lines:

“on some days, somewhere in our souls, we still count the number of social media connections as a measure of who we are”

“When you successfully recruit a new person into your friendship circle, you’re essentially confirming that you are a likable human being, worthy of someone’s time and emotional investment.”

You might choose to read instead: Kory Floyd’s The Loneliness Cure; Ann Patchett’s Truth and Beauty; Anna Quindlen’s essay “Girlfriends” from Lots of Candles, Plenty of Cake.


Writer’s Luck: A Memoir: 1976–1991 by David Lodge

(Harvill Secker, January 11th)

David Lodge has been one of my favorite authors for over a decade. His first memoir, Quite a Good Time to Be Born: A Memoir, 1935–1975 (see my Nudge review), is a good standalone read, even for non-fans, for its insight into the social changes of post-war Britain. However, this volume makes the mistake of covering much less ground, in much more detail – thanks to better record-keeping at the peak of his career – and the result is really rather tedious. The book opens with the publication of How Far Can You Go? and carries through to the reception of Paradise News, with a warning that he cannot promise a third volume; he is now 83. Conferences, lecture tours, and travels are described in exhaustive detail. There’s also a slightly bitter edge to Lodge’s attempts to figure out why ventures flopped or novels got negative reviews (Small World, though Booker-shortlisted, was better received in America), though he concludes that his career was characterized by more good luck than bad.

I liked the account of meeting Muriel Spark in Italy, and valued the behind-the-scenes look at the contentious task of judging the 1989 Booker Prize, which went to Kazuo Ishiguro for The Remains of the Days. Especially enjoyable is a passage about getting hooked on saunas via trips to Finland and to Center Parcs, a chain of all-inclusive holiday activity camps in England. Oh how I laughed at his description of nude sauna-going in midlife (whether I was supposed to or not, I’m not sure): “The difference in pleasure between swimming wearing a costume of any kind and the sensation of swimming without one, the water coursing unimpeded round your loins as you move through it, cannot be exaggerated, and I first discovered it in Center Parcs.” I also cringed at the Lodges placing “our Down’s son” Christopher in a residential care home – I do hope thinking about disability has moved on since the mid-1980s.

Ultimately, I’m not sure Lodge has had an interesting enough life to warrant a several-volume project. He’s an almost reassuringly dull chap; “The fact is that I am constitutionally monogamous,” he admits at one point. Although it was fun for me to see the genesis of novels like Paradise News, I don’t think I’d have the stomach for reading any more about why Lodge thinks his star faded starting in the 1990s. However, I’ll keep this on the shelf to go back to for some context when I finally get around to rereading Small World and Nice Work.

Favorite lines:

“there has been a downside to the Prize Culture which the Booker engendered. It has warped the evaluation of new fiction by measuring success as if it were a competitive sport.”

You might choose to read instead: Lodge’s Quite a Good Time to Be Born or John Carey’s The Unexpected Professor: An Oxford Life in Books – overall the better autobiography of a working-class, bookish lad.



The Parentations by Kate Mayfield

(Point Blank [Oneworld], March 29th)

Sisters Constance and Verity Fitzgerald have been alive for over 200 years. A green pool in Iceland, first discovered in 1783, gives them “extended mortality” so long as they take the occasional two-week nap and only swallow two drops of the liquid at a time. In London in 2015, they eat a hearty stew by candlelight and wait for their boy to come. Then they try the churchyard: dead or alive, they are desperate to have him back. Meanwhile, Clovis Fowler is concealing extra phials of the elixir from her husband, their son and the maid. What’s going on here? We go back to Iceland in 1783 to see how the magic pool was first found, and then hop across to 1783 London to meet the sisters as children.

I read the first 67 pages, continued skimming to page 260, and then gave up. At well past the one-third point, the novel still hasn’t established basic connections. A book of nearly 500 pages has to hook the reader in sooner and more securely, not lull them with wordiness (case in point: on the first page of the first chapter, the adjective “macilent” – I looked it up and it means thin or lean, either of which would have been a far preferable word to use).

I could see faint echoes here of so many great books – Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, A Discovery of Witches, Slade House, The Essex Serpent; works by Hannah Kent and Diane Setterfield, maybe even Matt Haig? I liked Mayfield’s memoir The Undertaker’s Daughter and had hoped for improvement with this debut novel. As it is, The Parentations has an interesting premise and lineage, but doesn’t deliver.

Favorite lines:

“His rage foments a decision. He will either take his place in the mounds of the dead, or he will find a good reason to stay alive.”

“Francis and Averil Lawless have impressed upon their daughters the concept of the consequences of a single moment, and there is no better teacher than the river’s majesty and its demand for respect for its waters, which can easily bring violence and ruin as well as wealth and peace.”

You might choose to read instead: Any of the literary fantasy novels listed above.


What books have disappointed or defeated you lately?

10 responses

  1. I have steered clear of the Lodge after reading some newspaper reviews of it – thank you for confirming. He is a dear man and I have met him a couple of times (because of our Birmingham University connection) but I wasn’t convinced this volume would be wonderful (I haven’t read the first one and now will; a nice detail there is that I used to live near to where he grew up).

    I recently gave up on “Something like Happy” by Eva Woods. I’d requested it from NetGalley because it looked like an unlikely friendship brings new ways of finding happiness for a sad lady narrative – nowhere was it mentioned that the friend was a terminally ill cancer patient (this is revealed within the first chapter) and most of the narrative is set in Lewisham Hospital. Couldn’t deal with so left it alone.

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    1. I’ve seen Lodge speak twice at the LRB Bookshop and find him strangely humourless in person, and that is how he comes across in his memoirs as well. Alas! I had been hoping for one last novel from him, but it seems unlikely now. I will simply have to reread all his classics.

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  2. I’m sorry about The Parentations. I enjoyed The Undertaker’s Daughter, led to it by the very fine Six Feet Under.

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    1. Yes, I’d liked The Undertaker’s Daughter and hoped this would pick up on the same themes in interesting ways…

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  3. Gosh. That’s three books you’ve saved me the trouble of reading. My recent disappointments? Let’s see. Elizabeth Strout’s ‘Anything is possible’, which I only read a couple of weeks ago, but has departed from my memory, leaving no trace. Joanna Cannon’s ‘Three things about Elsie’. Though after the sheep and goats thing I had few expectations. I’m on a roll at the moment though. George Saunders’ very wonderful ‘Lincoln in the Bardo’, and Lucy Mangan’s ‘Bookworm’, a memoir of her – and my – childhood reading, and that of my children too. It mightn’t work for you as I dare say your childhood classics are different,even though we have many American books in our canon (Susan Cooolidge, Louisa May Alcott, Laura Ingalls Wilder, Mark Twain…..)

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    1. I’m halfway through Bookworm but set it aside for a while. I was enjoying it very much. You’re right, there’s plenty I didn’t read as a child, but plenty I did, and I enjoy her tone. I’m glad you’re loving Lincoln in the Bardo too.

      I read the Strout ‘prequel’, My Name Is Lucy Barton, and while I liked it I don’t feel any need to read more about the same characters.

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  4. Yeah, you know I agree with you on The Parentations. I stuck it through to the end and somewhat wish I hadn’t.

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  5. Annabel (gaskella) | Reply

    The Parentations is sitting at the top of my pile (for post-Wellcome reading). I’ll start it at least, because I did enjoy the Undertaker’s Daughter.

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  6. I just put aside Get Well Soon, which had a flippant tone that started to annoy me after a while. Plenty of pop culture references in there, too. It sounds like it suffered from the same ailment that made The Friendship Cure not work for you.

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    1. Oh, interesting. I’d heard about that one and thought about reading it. It might be one to just skim for a few interesting tidbits.


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