I too understand the madness that ensues when someone you love dies. But I kept mine clothed. Respectable. I kept mine hidden so as not to frighten people. But it was there, behind my job, behind my eyes. But because I was respectable, people would come to our house with food, or a cake, or kind words. My grief – because I was respectable – was not misinterpreted. I too went mad … But I still polished my shoes.
A Year of Marvellous Ways is published by Tinder Press who provided my review copy.
What attracted me was another opportunity for a virtual visit to Sierra Leone, the territory of one of my favourite fictional psychologists, and for a lighter foray into the murk of that continent than I encountered in Jimfish. While I greatly enjoyed some of the detail, from the intermittent electricity supply to the micro portions of alcohol sold in sealed plastic bags, I struggled to follow the plot (although I did get the part about the environmental and human casualties of mineral mining, which also features in The Zoo), which might say more about me from the book itself. Thanks – and apologies – to Harvill Secker for my review copy.
Apologies also to readers as there’s not much to link these two novels together, apart from my finding them hard to review, but I’m tidying up my virtual bookshelves in readiness for my Books of the Year post tomorrow.