(Sorry, couldn’t resist that obvious pun for a title. The management wish to make it clear that, actually, DarceysMam has nothing to do with this post.)
The other week I met DaddyPig for a coffee. We had previously been discussing our choice of preferred authors, and Nick Hornby‘s name had come up. I thought Fever Pitch and High Fidelity were absolutely brilliant; both really did resonate with me. But then my admiration went into a steep decline. I thought About A Boy hinted at some rather worrying attitudes Hornby may have towards women, and I loathed How To Be Good‘s smug faux-liberalism with a passion.
Now, I’ll admit that part of my issues were in trying to square what I liked in the first two’s resemblance to myself, to what I hated about the next two, and what – by logical extension – they might say about me. But I digress … the point is that I gave Hornby one last chance with a borrowed copy of 31 Songs, and it just left me cold: no connection at all. Strange given its subject matter, but there you go.
End result? I gave up on him, and haven’t paid him any attention since.
Anyway, DaddyPig wanted to convince me that in Juliet, Naked there was something of a return to the Hornby form I had previously admired. And as he’d been given more than one copy, he presented me with a spare. Thank you very much; a lovely surprise present, but given how many unread books I have in my bedside cabinet, (including TWO Michael Connellys, goneforeign!) I was unsure when I’d get around to it. As it happened, I found myself in bed early a few nights back, next to a poorly, restless, but sleeping Darcey. I picked up Juliet, Naked a-a-a-n-n-d readitinonesitting. Blimey, it’s 2am, where did that evening go?
And yes, I liked it; I enjoyed it a lot. And the subject matter – as DP had himself pointed out – is particularly apposite for us RR/Spillers. So here’s the deal:
this was a spare copy of a book DaddyPig owns and likes. He gave it to me, I read it and I liked it.
NOW WHO WANTS IT NEXT?
I’ll stand for the postage, or if it’s someone I can actually hand it over to, so much the better. And wait, this offer gets better: I have spare copies of several Christopher Brookmyre novels, so I’ll put one of those in the JiffyBag too. Brookmyre is my personal auto-buy author, and I’m always (if sometimes wrongly – again looking at and apologising to you, goneforeign!) looking to recommend him to people.
Book/author sharing is one of the next logical phases after music for a blog like this, surely, but I’m buggered if I’m going to try DropBoxing novel transcripts!
So, form an orderly queue, and just ask. If he’s in the ‘SpillHaus, I do have to say that ToffeeBoy has a preference voucher to cash in, as I already have a package I need to post to him.