Our creative workshop will be moderated by publisher Adele Ward. Aspiring writers can have their texts read either by themselves or by actress Emily Lucienne (www.emilylucienne.com) The event will take place at 7 Wimpole St W1G 9SN on June 14 from 18.30. Food and drink will be served.

Alongside Colm Toibin and Colum McCann Sebastian Barry enjoys a high reputation as a contemporary Irish writer. Unlike these other 2 authors this work is firmly grounded in Ireland.Roseanne Mcnulty an inmate of an asylum in Roscommon is keeping a diary of her 100 years The doctor in charge William Grene also keeps a commonplace book. As the asylum is shortly to be shut down and the patients relocated he is reexamining the obscure circumstances in which Roseanne was sectioned. The background is the history of Ireland from the Civil war to the present day. He presents a rather sad commentary of a cruel theocracy in which absolute power turned into corruption and abuse .The cleric Father Gaunt is uncompromisingly cruel and severe.

The novel moves along at slow pace as Roseanne ruminates on her past and the troubled Dr Grene reflects on his marriage,psychiatry and Roseanne. However the ending has many head spinning revelations and perhaps lsuffers from too much information. Having recently reread A Sens of an Ending I compared Barry’s florid  style unfavourably to Julian Barnes’ compactness but both share a melodramatic denouement

Michael Simmons will speak on his engaging memoir about his colourful legal career entitled ‘The lawyer Who Couldnt Sit Still’”

Around Xmas a popular page filler if not stocking filler is to ask well know writers and other literati to list their books of the year. Alan Holinghurst’s ‘A Secret Son’  featured strongly . However 2 contributors to this site and myself read it at the same time time and found it dull. Our general view was that is was  a mish- mash of the country house novel wrapped up in homo- eroticism. As a history of gay perceptions in the twentieth century I found it more engaging than a tale of 2 houses.

Two books I enjoyed greatly ‘A Sense of an Endin’g and A Visit frrm the goon Squad made several lists. I would have found a place for ‘ The Map and The Territory by Pierre Houllebecq and the beautiful translation of Stefan Zweig’s only completed novel ‘Beware of Pity’. In The non-fiction section I also enjoyed and admired Roger Crowley’s City of Fortune a captivating account of the mercantile and maritime Venetian Empire from 1000-1500.

Michael Simmons a well known London solicitor has written an engaging memoir of his legal career called ‘The lawyer Who Couldn’t Sit Still.’

Legal memoirs can veer to the self-serving and vainglorious but Michael’s is refreshingly candid, self-deprecating and  entertaining. Whether he’s detailing one client’s efforts to procure a woman for him or a winning raffle ticket for a riva motorboat which resulted in all sorts of horrors as he paid for it with an office cheque and his ex wife claimed and partners it or Robin Cook the louche wayward Etonian writer who lived in the Italian village as Michael, he takes you on the colourful journey of his professional life. It is also an  diverting travel book as this journey is to far flung corners of the world.

The Times newspaper recommended it in the legal section of their Xmas book list and  I am sure aspiring writers will also be interested in the writing and publication process.

The tickets are £15 each cheques payable to Novel Relationships to include food and wine and at our normal venue.The event will begin at 18.30 and end at 20.30

Jennifer Egan’s much acclaimed Pulllitzer prize winning novel has theme of unfulfilled youthful apsiration. Most of her colourful characters are involved in the music industry . The novel is not a big picture but a collection of mosaics in different time spans and places .She has a gift which I found lacking in the rated Freedom by Jonathan Franzen of making flawed characters attractive. Sasha opens the novel with a theft . Despite the dishonesty and effect on her victim you hope she will not be caught. At the end of the novel her internet date turns up again at a concert. This random interaction of personalities is the motor of the novel . Some may find the suddden shifts in time and location disorentating but I fet it only made the story the more engaging and original. Notwithstanding an odd chapter composed in computer graphics her writing is always elegant and the multitude of characters well observed.

As I write this its unclear whether Julian Barnes unsettling novel  will win  the Booker Prize but it certainly deserves to. Its a compact novel of 150 pages but notwithstanding its brevity is profoubd and satisfying in its themes.

These cover history briliantly described as ” the certainty produced at the point where the imperfection of memorymeet the inadequacies of documentation.” ; the selective quality of recollection; all set in the  story of an unreliable narrator  Tony Webster who late in life is forced to confront certain assumptions he made much earlier. Fans of Julian Barnes will note certain recurrent themes : triangular relationships, masturbation and a humourous reference to the automobile industry.. In som ways it is similar to Metroland  for its emphasis on adolescent sexuality and in others Before She Met Me with a a similarly unassertive leading male character and vicious twist at the end.

Certainly its a novel that repays careful reading as you cannot always accept the narrator’s version and you can never be sure how random his recollections are. Its a novel that you would wish to reread .My reaction to the twist was immediately to revisit certain parts of the book.

He also has a gift for pithy characterisation , ready wit and maintaining  the tempoof the story. One hastens to call it a novella  but my only minor critique would be that the ending might have been more fully clarified.

Our next event takes us into the world of book reviewing . Out guest of honour Simon Shaw is both poacher and gamekeeper- writer and critic. He describes himself thus:
“I began my professional life as an actor and turned to writing to fill out the long days (all right, months) of unemployment. My first novel, Murder Out Of Tune, pub 1988, was a black comedy featuring an unsuccessful actor who turned to murder to further his career. It was strictly autobiographical. I wrote six more comic crime novels, two of which won the Crime Writers’ Association award for the funniest book of the year, and a couple of straight thrillers. After continuing to flirt with acting for a few years I finally chucked it in (though I’m always open to offers) in 1996, which is when I shifted into more or less full-time journalism. For 14 years I was assistant editor at The Week magazine and have written freelance articles for some newspapers and many magazines – too many and in some cases too embarrassing to list. I never set out to be a book reviewer, but along the way I was asked occasionally to review crime novels for Punch during its brief reincarnation, and, although I can’t remember quite how it came about, I contributed a few reviews to Marie Clair. About eight or nine years I was asked to review some paperbacks for The Mail On Sunday. This turned into a regular assignment and I have been writing the paperback column every week ever since. My brief is to cover fiction and non-fiction, but there’s usually very little space so I have to be much more selective than I would like. I also write a lot of hardback reviews for the MOS, almost exclusively of non-fiction titles. I left The Week just over a year ago and am pursuing “other interests” – as unemployed actors always pretend. “
The event will take place at  7 Wimpole Street W1G  9SN  (18.30-21.00) tickets at £15 are obtainable from davidroodyn@aol.com

This is neglected classic. I have never heard of Derek Raymond  an old Etonian whose real name is Robert Cook. He appeared to be a sixties low life drop out and as the copyright is in the estate must have died .

The novel was published in 1970 and depicts England as totalitarian state under the dictatorship of Jobling. The narrator Richard Watt, a journalist,  has humiliated Jobling on television and now farms in Roccamaritima in Tuscany with his partner Magda. The long tentacles of Jobling and his New Pace party attempt his extradition. England is under the iron grip of  a state where identity cards have 3 categories of privilege,namely  : red:  party officials, white: ordinary citizens and black: no rights. Scotland and Wales have seceded .

Comparison will be made with 1984 but the novel is quite different. The first part is set in Tuscany where Watt farms olives and grows wine and is part of the Roccamaritima community. He believes he is secure from the grasp of New Pace even when the first investigatons begin. Although he author has renounced his background, you still feel traces of it in his contempt for the appearance  dress of the lower middle class functionaries that embrace the New Pace  party.

Although described on my book cover as a “dark satire” I felt it was more a chilling reminder how a complacent democracy can transform into a dictorship where there is one newspaper, The English Times, all non-whites  have been deported and  an institutionalised and ruthless system exists to suppress any opposition.

Like many upper class English novelists  Raymond writes easily and elegantly.The emotional side of the novel , his relationship with Magda and the village community in particular, is  described with feeling . The story moves well with an oppressive tension and resolution. Like the best political thrillers set in a dictatorship it begs the question of ” could it really happen?” Certainly my belief was not suspended and I had thoroughly good read as well. My onlly bone of contention is I cannot understand the title: is it intended as a quote from Hamlet?

Justin Cartwright is certainly one of the most eclectic of our contemporary novelists.The three books of his  I have reviewed vary from newsman coping with grief ( To Heaven by Water) to the friendship between Isaiah Berlin and Von Trott ( The Song before It is Sung).In this novel he engages the decline and fall of a banking family and institution,The Tubal Trevelyans.

Sir Harry the pater familias is dying of a stroke in Cap D’Antibes cared for by his loyal secretary Estelle rather than his third wife a failed actress Fleur. His younger son Julian has speculated in a hedge fund vetnure for the bank with disastrous consequences leaving a £500m hole.The duplicity in covering this is identified by Artair a roistering Cornish producer of  child theatre who was Fleur’s previous husband and a local cub reporter.

The book is extremely readable,often funny with shifts of location well described from South of France to London  to Cornwall to Chicago.

Cartwright polarises the venality of money and high art to which some of my well read cultivated banking friends may take exception Some of the personalities are more characterture than character: the loyal secretary that loves her boss: the airhead wife bonking her personal  trainer: the brash Aussie yacht skipper; the cockney chauffeur .Others such as the terrifying lawyer Amanda Stapleton, Sir Harry and Artair are more shaded. I am not qualified to say whether such a banking sleight of hand was ever feasible but the strangulation of the media would not happen in today’s foetid climate of blogospheres who would have kept the story molten  hot.

I would certainly recommend this as a good read but  found the other 2 books more profound and just as readable.