I’ve really enjoyed getting back into reading poetry since I began blogging and was so pleased to be invited by fellow blogger and organiser Anne Cater of Random Things to take part in the tour for All Her Starry Fates by Lady Grey.

All Her Starry Fates is available for purchase here.

All Her Starry Fates

In all her starry fates, Grey explores how the otherworldly relates to the everyday— with poems about love, loss, memory, inheritance, and belonging.

My Review of All Her Starry Fates

A collection of unusually structured poems with a real sense of looking for identity.

Firstly I have to say how I was drawn in by the title. I immediately wanted to know, ‘What about all her starry fates?’

I really enjoyed this collection. The structure of the poems is interesting with unusual use of punctuation and a lack of upper case letters that reflects the questioning and unformed character of the voice that seemed to be behind so many of the entries. In i wanted poetry for example, I loved the way the lower case I shows the vulnerability of the speaker and conveys a self loathing in 9 short lines.

I loved the imagery, especially the use of simile, the vocabulary related to nature, and the range of syntax so that some poems spill over with enjambement leading the reader from one thought to another like a stream of consciousness, whilst others have single word sentences that pull up the reader and make them slow down and think more clearly and acutely about what they have read. I thought the summative definitions at the ends of some of the poems were inspired.

I confess I hadn’t heard of Charles Bukowski and the poem dedicated to him sent me scurrying off to find out more so that the enjoyment of these poems lies not only within the pages of the anthology, but in things outside them too.

The themes of love, self knowledge and exploration, both physically and emotionally, resonate throughout. There’s so much self-doubt and uncertainty that I felt the emotions quite profoundly. I thought it interesting that in part three of the collection, poems began to have titles so that the poet seemed more confident, even when the self-doubt appeared to remain. There are many, many references to doors and windows as if the poet is always searching for a way out – or in – and is permanently on the threshold of being who they really want to be but never quite making it, and never giving up.

I really enjoyed All Her Starry Fates and feel that I could read and reread this collection many, many times and find new elements to consider and enjoy. This is a moving and interesting series of poems and I highly recommend them.

About lady grey

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As I’ve just returned from a trip to Uganda it seems fitting to welcome Mary Smith to the Linda’s Book Bag today to take me on my travels again at the same time as we stay in together, as you’ll see below! It’s a welcome return for Mary as I thoroughly enjoyed her collection of  stories Donkey Boy and have reviewed them here.

If you’re an author who’d also like to stay in with me to tell me about one of your books, please click here for more details.

Staying in with Mary Smith

Welcome to Linda’s Book Bag, Mary. Thank you for agreeing to stay in with me.

Tell me, which of your books have you brought along to share this evening and why have you chosen it?

I’ve brought my novel, No More Mulberries, which tells the story of Scottish-born midwife, Miriam living in Afghanistan with her Afghan husband, Dr Iqbal. She knows their relationship is in trouble. Her husband has changed from the loving, easy-going man she married and she fears he regrets taking on a widow with a young son, who seems determined to remain distant from his stepfather.

When Miriam acts as translator at a medical teaching camp she hopes time apart might help her understand the cause of their problems. Instead, she must focus on helping women desperate for medical care and has little time to think about her failing marriage. When an old friend appears, urging her to visit the village where once she and her first husband had been so happy, Miriam finds herself travelling on a journey into her past, searching for answers to why her marriage is going so horribly wrong. Iqbal, too, must deal with issues from his own past – from being shunned by childhood friends when he contracted leprosy to the loss of his first love.

I’ve chosen to share it because I became very fond of my characters – and because I still miss Afghanistan, where I worked for a number of years, and am always delighted to have an opportunity to revive my memories.

(I love travel and a trip to Afghanistan, albeit vicariously, is perfect thanks Mary.)

What can we expect from an evening in with No More Mulberries?

You can expect to be transported to Afghanistan, to one of its most remote areas in the foothills of the Hindu Kush. You can expect to spend time in the villages becoming involved in the lives of the people – and you can expect to be surprised because life in Afghanistan may come across differently from how it’s portrayed in the media. You can also expect to smile sometimes and perhaps shed a tear or two at other times.

(Aha! I love a book where I can have a cry whilst I’m reading!)

One of my favourite reviews on Amazon says:

Excellent. In the same genre as The Kite Runner and a Thousand Splendid Sons but from an entirely different angle, that of an educated Scots woman who lives in Afghanistan with her Afghan husband… it was an easy and interesting story and yet I learned so many different things about the culture of the Afghans … Life in the Afghan village with its traditions and customs were so different and difficult to understand for an outsider, as well as having the complications of her personal life. Read this book, I think everyone who does will have more understanding of both Afghans and Muslims than before as well as being entertained by a darn good story!

I’m proud of that ‘darn good story’.

I bet you are. What a wonderful review. No More Mulberries sounds brilliant. 

What else have you brought along and why?

I see many of your guests have brought along champagne but it wasn’t available in Afghanistan. I could have brought some Uzbek red wine – but it was for the chickens and belongs in a different book – so I brought some Afghan food to share. There has to be mulberries, of course, Miriam’s favourite fruit. I loved them, too, but can only find dried ones here.

(I have a friend with a mulberry tree so I’ll have to put you in touch with one another.)

Afghans make the best kebabs in the world, served hot off the skewer wrapped in a fresh nan which soaks up the juices. We can have kabuli rice topped with raisins and strips of carrots glistening with oil and little leek-filled dumplings which are delicious. Or we can go simpler with ash – pasta – served with quroot, a rock-hard sour cheese made from buttermilk which is re-hydrated into a sauce. It really tastes much better than it sounds. One of my favourite dishes – perhaps because it is easily reproduced at home – is banjan-sia borani. This is egg-plant (aubergine) slices fried and served with cooked tomatoes, topped with a sour cream and yoghurt garlicky sauce and dried mint.

My mouth is watering at the thought. Thanks so much for staying in with me Mary. I’ve had a brilliant time.

No More Mulberries

Scottish-born midwife, Miriam loves her work at a health clinic in rural Afghanistan and the warmth and humour of her women friends in the village, but she can no longer ignore the cracks appearing in her marriage. Her doctor husband has changed from the loving, easy-going man she married and she fears he regrets taking on a widow with a young son, who seems determined to remain distant from his stepfather.

When Miriam acts as translator at a medical teaching camp she hopes time apart might help her understand the cause of their problems. Instead, she must focus on helping women desperate for medical care and has little time to think about her failing marriage.

When an old friend appears, urging her to visit the village where she and her first husband had been so happy. Miriam finds herself travelling on a journey into her past, searching for answers to why her marriage is going so horribly wrong.

Her husband, too, has a past of his own – from being shunned as a child to the loss of his first love.

No More Mulberries is available for purchase here.

About Mary Smith

Mary Smith has always loved writing. As a child she wrote stories in homemade books made from wallpaper trimmings – but she never thought people could grow up and become real writers. She spent a year working in a bank, which she hated – all numbers, very few words – ten years with Oxfam in the UK, followed by ten years working in Pakistan and Afghanistan. She wanted others to share her amazing, life-changing experiences so she wrote about them – fiction, non-fiction, poetry and journalism. And she discovered the little girl who wrote stories had become a real writer after all.

Drunk Chickens and Burnt Macaroni: Real Stories of Afghan Women is an account of her time in Afghanistan and her debut novel No More Mulberries is also set in Afghanistan.

You can find out more about Mary and her writing on her website, on Facebook and by following her on Twitter.

My extremely grateful thanks to Hayley Barnes at Transworld Books for a surprise advanced reader copy of The Intruder by P. S. Hogan.

The Intruder was published in e-book on 1st February 2018 and is available for purchase and paperback pre-order here.

The Intruder

He has the key to hundreds of houses.
Maybe even to yours.

William Heming is an estate agent. He’s kept a copy of every key to every house he’s ever sold. Sometimes he visits them. He lets himself in when the owners are out. But what will happen if he gets caught?

What will he do next?

My Review of The Intruder

William Heming is an estate agent with a difference. Even after a sale the buyer is always on his books!

Ooo The Intruder is clever. Tautly written and plotted it worms its way under the reader’s skin until they are consumed by the need to know what will happen next.

The language is like poetry at times and the superb quality of description places the reader at the scene with William Heming until they almost become part of the story. I loved the way the variety of sentence structure mirrored the natural cadences of thought so that I felt as if I was almost in William’s head. Similarly, I found the direct appeal to the reader through the rhetorical questions and first person address made me experience the narrative so clearly first hand that I felt complicit in William’s actions as if I had carried them out myself. This is what makes The Intruder so compelling. Reading it gave me a very uncomfortable feeling as I found I had a grudging admiration for a highly disturbed and dangerous man.

The plot almost borders the ridiculous as Heming entrenches himself more and more in other people’s lives and yet it is entirely believable and plausible. P. S. Hogan anticipates any disquiet on the part of the reader and addresses it directly making them feel foolish as William explains his actions.

I found The Intruder scarily affecting because of the mundanity of many of William’s actions even though they are so definitely morally wrong at best and downright criminal at other times. I wanted this villain to succeed, even if that meant murder, and reading The Intruder has left me questioning my own morality and that of every person I’ve ever met.

Creepy, compelling and disturbing The Intruder makes the reader think and I for one will never trust an estate agent again. I’m sure there will be those who would prefer more visceral events or more blistering a plot, but I think Heming is the Macbeth of the modern age and The Intruder is just brilliant in conveying the potential for everyday evil in all of us.

About P. S. Hogan

P. S. Hogan was born in Yorkshire. He is married with four children and has been a journalist and columnist on the Observer for over 20 years.