G. Flynn, Gone Girl
P. Mansel, Constantinople: city of the World's Desire
R. Mortimer, Dear Lupin: letters to a wayward son
J. Norman, Edmund Burke
P.G. Wodehouse, Cocktail time
So, I've done this already, Flanagan's Booker prize winner is deserved. It's also the best book I've read this month, in what is a strong field, with the return of the Earl of Ickenham in a late Wodehouse and the compelling account of Ottoman Constantinople, which was very well done indeed. Anyway, I won't rehearse my reasons for Flanagan, which was almost entirely well and effectively done (there's an annoying and pointless Jane Eyre like coincidence in the plot that I hated, but it was a small detour). The subject is fascinating and I think it's a mark of how well it's done that the Japanese sections work as well as the Australian.
