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The Fault In Our Stars – John Green

Fault-In-Our-Stars-Fan-Art-the-fault-in-our-stars-34488662-500-749After reluctantly reading John Green’s novel, Emma Holifield shares her thoughts…

Having avoided this book for a while, I finally succumbed to my sister’s appeals to read it when I received it as a Christmas gift. I had previously avoided this ‘cancer book’, assuming that it was just another of the supposedly poignant but ultimately sappy tales of illness that are unyieldingly popular.

Inspired by Green’s work with young cancer patients, The Fault in Our Stars follows the life of Hazel Grace Lancaster, a fifteen year old girl whose terminal cancer has left her reliant on an oxygen tank to breathe. However, despite its subject matter, Green’s bestselling novel is very different to the host of malady-driven books that reside on the quick-read shelves in bookshops (the ones that share the same afflicted children staring out from their covers, headed by a comic sans title and reviews promising that said book is ‘moving’ and ‘heartwarming’).

First a warning. Should you begin to read Green’s tale of the life of Hazel and her inordinately eloquent friend Augustus Waters, be prepared for them to initially annoy the hell out of you! For the first fifty pages or so, you will find yourself perpetually distracted by their exceedingly articulate way of speaking. Having experienced more hardship than many twice their age, the characters can be expected to be a little wiser than their ‘ordinary’ peers. Nonetheless, their sharp-witted quips and astute attempts to philosophise great truths of humanity seem precocious in the mouths of teenagers. This, coupled with Augustus’ habit of wielding an unlit cigarette as a ‘metaphor’ means that, at the novel’s outset, the characters veer towards pretentious rather than clever.

Despite this, as the story becomes more established, it is possible to look past their awkward turns of phrase. Before too long, Augustus’ quick witticisms and Hazel’s shrewd observations become little more quirks of their personality. Grounded by the more realistic secondary characters, such as the wonderfully juvenile Isaac, the pair’s journey offers an insight into both the harsh realities of living with cancer and the funny side of being an awkward teenager.

Most importantly, although Hazel’s illness permeates every aspect of her life (from walking to sleeping), unlike her oxygen tank, her illness doesn’t drag behind every aspect of the book. Green succeeds in finding lightness and even humour in Hazel’s condition, mocking the overly-attentive interactions that she, and the other children at her support group, encounter due to their illnesses. This refreshing take on Hazel’s disease highlights that, although terminal, her cancer does not define her. In fact, her day-to-day life, spent reading books for her English degree and watching reruns of America’s Next Top Model, is a little too familiar…

Would I have liked The Fault in Our Stars more if it had been around five years ago? Probably. It’s portrayal of oh-so misunderstood teens certainly cries out to an adolescent audience. Nonetheless, despite the protagonists’ awkward turns of phrase, Green’s book is an intelligent and, dare I say it, a genuinely heartwarming tale.

Emma Holifield, Books Editor

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A Possible Life – Sebastian Faulks

a-possible-life-jacket-faulksEmma Lock examines Sebastian Faulks’ depiction of the human condition in A Possible Life…

A Possible Life is not your average novel. Rather than being one long story, it is separated into five parts, each telling the story of a character over their lifetime. The stories and their characters are very different, ranging from a peasant in 19th-century France to an ambitious near-future neuroscientist, but each tells a fascinating tale of the changes that take place over a lifetime and the forces that shape who we become.

The five parts of A Possible Life can be read as stand-alone short stories, but they are better appreciated when read as a whole. There are hints of a connection between the stories – such as a lawyer called Cheeseman who appears briefly in both the first and fifth stories – but the real bond lies in their deeper themes and accounts of the human condition. Indeed, although the stories are excellently crafted, the most important and lasting impression is the commentary on existence that the book as a whole provides.

It’s refreshing to find a book with a different structure to the usual single linear narrative. While it is widely acknowledged within the publishing world that short stories tend to be unpopular with readers, even short-story sceptics could probably be persuaded by A Possible Life – or would at least have to appreciate the way in which this structure provides an interesting and effective way of communicating the book’s themes. The pace of each story leaves no room for ornate descriptive passages, preventing thematic comments from being lost beneath the noise of excessive description, and allowing them to have a more powerful effect on the reader. The fact that all five characters are seemingly so different, and yet share so many emotions, helps emphasise the statements about the universal nature of the human condition in a way that would be difficult or impossible for a novel with a traditional narrative structure to achieve.

One of the most important themes throughout the book is the importance of the past and its effects on consciousness and character. Our memories and experiences are what make us who we are, and the book’s characters find themselves affected by their early experiences throughout their lives. A Possible Life is emotionally moving without being sentimental or melodramatic, and the characters are realistic – they are flawed but not unlikeable. They are all troubled, usually as a result of their experiences, and the tone of the narrative doesn’t moralise; it simply observes the characters’ actions and development throughout their lives. This book deals with big subjects – the human condition, the soul and the nature of existence. The fact that Faulks addresses these themes without being pretentious or self-indulgent is testament to his skill as a writer.

The description on the cover promises the opportunity ‘to feel your heart beat in someone else’s life’, and the book does exactly that. It offers insight into the lives of five completely different characters, spanning countries and centuries, together with the realisation that despite all these apparent divides, the human condition really is universal.

Emma Lock, Books Team

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I Remember Daffodils – Creative Fridays

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAWith a wonderful poem depicting the beauty of nature, Sophie Harrison provides this weeks Creative Friday…

 

I Remember Daffodils

I recall the light

That reflected from

Pools of the rainfall.

I watched how the sun

Would keep dancing, as

If the blue sky was

Her saviour.

And we were just rays.

Inconsequential petals

Floating in and out

of consciousness.

Pure yellow.

We were the yellow

Of childhood,

Shielding life

with dappled blanket clouds.

Yet still it lost our

Hushed daisy-chain dreams;

They drift here

Now, in memories,

Where bluebirds sing and

Flowers still breathe life.

 

Sophie Harrison

 

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Raising Steam – Terry Pratchett

Elli Christie, Books Editor, takes a look at the latest novel in Terry Pratchett’s Discworld series. How does it compare to Pratchett’s other novels? Is it worth making the time to read it in a busy term?

Raising SteamThe Discworld novels are one of the few series that I am prepared to buy or preorder the latest book for, since as an English Literature student I rarely have time to read for leisure during term time. However, Raising Steam is the most recent publication in what is increasingly becoming a race against time for Terry Pratchett. Despite, understandably, reducing his public appearances since being diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, Pratchett still publishes a book a year and the Discworld remains as dynamic and refreshing in Raising Steam as it was when The Colour of Magic was published in 1983.

Following on from the events in Snuff which saw goblins acknowledged as part of society and previous beliefs challenged, Raising Steam explores what the further implications of this emancipation are on Ankh-Morpork and the Discworld. The goblins have discovered that a job at the clacks (a technology which bizarrely is both similar to telegrams and the internet) is perfect for their ability to concentrate for hours and move their fingers incredibly fast. However, not everyone is happy to allow the goblins to integrate so easily into society. Meanwhile Moist von Lipwig, who has previously managed to improve both the postal service in Going Postal and the bank in Making Money, has now been forced to become a railway genius as the Discworld hits its own version of the Industrial Revolution. Slowly train tracks are laid out across the Disc and with them change and aspiration follow.

Whilst this all sounds fantastical, Raising Steam constantly remains surprisingly relevant to not only our world but current day events. There is a thoughtful and subtle exploration of what might cause terrorism and how it can quickly engulf a community through fear and ignorance when certain dwarfs are able to destroy train stations and kill despite being a minority. Moist von Lipwig is also aware that positive media representation is essential for the railway that is so dependent on the goodwill of its customers and Pratchett demonstrates this with an insight into the commercial thinking that is behind his zany schemes.

Raising Steam brings together many characters who have previously coexisted in Ankh-Morpork but have belonged to different story lines. Sam Vimes and the Watch are treated with caution by Moist although the reader has previously experienced Vimes as a family and intensely moral man. Since there is such interweaving of different story lines there is less explanation of each one, perhaps not making it the best book of the series to start with. However, it is an excellent addition to the series which reminds the reader that even a fantasy world can experience political turmoil and change.

Elli Christie, Books Editor

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January New Releases

If you’re looking to escape the January blues look no further than this month’s selection. Escape with a suspense-filled thriller, some historical romance or a novel immersed in geek-culture…

Cavendon Hall – Barbara Taylor Bradford

Cavendon hallNumber One New York Times bestselling author Barbara Taylor Bradford is set to enthrall readers yet again with her dramatic historical romance. This mesmerising novel of secrets, love and treachery is set around the lives of two families – the owners of Cavendon Hall, the Ingham family, and the Swann family who serve them. Lady Daphne is the family beauty, out-shining her three sisters and destined for a high-society marriage. But her future is soon to be altered forever after events in the devastating summer of 1913 threaten the Ingham name for good. With the threat of World War I looming over the two families the world as they know it is soon to be overturned, loyalties will be tested and uncertainty will thrive. The perfect read for any Downton fans pining for a period drama and the glitz of aristocratic life. British born Bradford has published twenty-nine books, is the recipient of numerous awards, and was appointed an OBE for her services to literature in 2007. Cavendon Hall is published in the UK on the 30th January.

Fangirl – Rainbow Rowell

fangirlThis coming-of-age tale of romance is embedded within the world of fan-fiction – the perfect supplement to that late night Tumblr addiction. Twin sisters Cath and Wren immersed themselves within the Simon Snow fandom from a young age, dependent upon support and comfort through trying times. Rereading, endlessly chatting on Simon Snow forums and writing reams of fanfiction was an integral part of Cath’s life. It became her coping mechanism, a world she could escape to and experiment with. But Cath is suddenly uprooted and thrust into a world removed from anything she has ever known. Both girls are off to college, and following their own separate paths. Cath will have to deal with a demanding roommate and her ever-present boyfriend, a professor who sees fan-fiction as the bane of his existence, and the constant worry of her lonely dad. She will have to build the courage to open her heart to new experiences, new loves, and to escape from living entirely within someone else’s fiction. Rainbow Rowell perfectly captures the turbulence of university life, captivating readers with a tender portrayal of geek-culture and its wider impacts. The first draft of Fangirl was written by Rowell as part of National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) in 2011, and later went on to be chosen as Tumblr’s first book club selection. Occasionally embarrassing, yet often funny, Fangirl is published in the UK on 30th January.

Innocence – Dean Koontz

InnocenceBestselling author Dean Koontz delves into the mysteries of the human soul in his latest masterpiece. Addison is a solitary man who lives beneath the city in exile, hiding from a society that will destroy him if he is ever seen. He seeks refuge amongst his books, and by night he traverses the network of drains and tunnels making his way to the central library. Here he meets Gwyneth, a female fugitive who also hides amongst the shadows, struggling to put her trust in anyone. A bond is created, and as fate would have it they are brought together in an hour of need. Innocence is an intense exploration of the marginalised within society. Arguably a new direction for the popular thriller writer, it is thought provoking and full of the talented prose one expects from Kootnz. Supernatural-thriller Innocence was published by Harper Collins on 2nd January.

Natalie Clark, New Releases Reporter

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Evelyn Waugh's Vile Bodies – The Undergraduate

1370412_10151593332211199_1180075003_nIn our second collaboration with the Undergraduate, Mim Hubberstey examines Evelyn Waugh’s Vile Bodies…

‘Oh Nina, what a lot of parties.’

(…Masked parties, Savage parties, Victorian parties, Greek parties, Wild West parties, Russian parties, Circus parties, parties where one had to dress as somebody else, almost naked parties in St John’s Wood, parties in flats and studios and houses and ships and hotels and night clubs, in windmills and swimming baths, tea parties at school where one ate muffins and meringues and tinned crab, parties at Oxford where one drank sherry and smoked Turkish cigarettes, dull dances in London and comic dances in Scotland and disgusting dances in Paris- all that succession and repetition of massed humanity… Those vile bodies…)

                                                                                                            Vile Bodies 104

 

This passage from Evelyn Waugh’s Vile Bodies uncannily epitomizes what I expect most of us feel after the end of the first term, perhaps minus the tinned crab and Turkish cigarettes (if one wasn’t in Holland Hall). Vile Bodies is a book which penetrates through the gloss of the glamorous persona and exposes the raw vulnerability of youth underneath, while paradoxically trying to whisk the reader up in comedy and frivolous dialogue. Perhaps the Wildean philosophy, that ‘Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril’ applies very poignantly here. There are moments of black comedy which renders the reader an uncomfortable observer, such as when Simon Balcairn prepares to commit suicide:

‘Inside [the oven] it was very black and dirty and smelled of meat. He spread a sheet of newspaper on the lowest tray and lay down, resting his head on it. Then he noticed by some mischance he had chosen [his rival] Vanburgh’s gossip-page in the Morning Despatch. He put in another sheet. (There were crumbs on the floor).’                                                                                                                                                                         Vile Bodies 89

In both the above quotations, the narrative voice in parenthesis offers an alternate perspective, the voice of reality which strips these bright young socialites of their colourful personas and reveals them as nothing but vile bodies. Despite the elitism largely associated with Waugh and his set, referred to in various sources as the ‘Bright Young People’ or the ‘Children of the Sun’; such labels only mythologize these figures. Nevertheless if we read Vile Bodies carefully, we can see that particularly in Simon’s case, the reminder of a meat-smelling oven and crumbs on the floor brings us back to a corporeal existence, and it is this realisation which makes the comedy of the scene so ominous.  There is a reason that the critic Humphrey Carpenter referred to Vile Bodies as a ‘modern Inferno’ (186) for the characters, like Icarus in Greek mythology, are destined to fall in all their youthful beauty. The ‘Children of the Sun’ may bask in the rays of limelight, but this is as short-lived as youth itself and ends in their hubristic fall.

Vile Bodies also captures something of the intensity and fragility of youthful relationships. The book’s protagonist, Adam Fenwick-Symes and his fiancée Nina Blount treat their engagement with triviality to the extent that the reader is unsure whether they are ever serious. Written during the period in which Waugh was filing for divorce from his first wife, Evelyn Gardner, critics largely focus on the book as testament to Waugh’s disillusionment with his own marriage. Nevertheless, Vile Bodies is a brilliant portrayal of the pressures put on young people to form intense physical relationships, a pressure which still resonates with young people today. Indeed, the dissonance between Adam and Nina climaxes once they have slept together for the first time. Despite Adam’s insistence that ‘It’s great fun’ (Vile Bodies 68), the book doesn’t allow the couple sublime romance, but instead brings it back down to earth with Nina’s bathetic  assertion that ‘“All this fuss about sleeping together. For physical pleasure I’d sooner go to my dentist any day”’ (Vile Bodies 76). In this respect, the book removes any romantic ideals and returns to the body: its frailty, its vileness, and its limitations. Nevertheless, there is still a note of humour in Nina’s irony, and this allows the reader to distance emotionally from the characters, perhaps in the same way that the characters distance from each other, as Carpenter suggests, ‘each is conspicuously wary of emotional involvement. […] This is an implicitly critical portrayal of a brittle, rootless society’(188). Indeed, when in the final chapter Nina announces that she is to be a mother, she is ambiguous about the identity of the father, the suggestion being that relationships are not bound but instead able to wander and fluctuate. While Stephen Fry’s adaptation Bright Young Things gives Nina and Adam a happy ending together, the book leaves us instead with the impression of uncertainty and conflict, ‘And presently, like a circling typhoon, the sounds of battle began to return’ (Vile Bodies 189). In fact, it leaves the reader with a sense of unrest and anticipation, for Waugh does not give us the satisfaction of a neat conclusion. In the same way, Adam’s relationship with Nina is not consolidated through marriage but hangs in the realm of ambiguity.

The chaos of modern life is apparent throughout Vile Bodies, and it is interesting that Waugh chose to cite extracts from Through the Looking Glass in his epigraphs. In the same way that the Red Queen tells Alice ‘it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place’, so in Vile Bodies can we see the characters frantically trying to pursue more and more daring feats to maintain their status as the ‘Bright Young Things’. It is also a novel in which meaning is frequently misinterpreted. When Adam visits Colonel Blount for the second time, there is an amusing breakdown of understanding:

                        “I came to see Colonel Blount.”

                        “Well, you can’t, son. They’re shooting him now.”

                        “Good heavens. What for?”

“Oh nothing important. He’s just one of the Wesleyans, you know- we’re trying to polish off the whole crowd this afternoon while the weather’s good.”

Adam found himself speechless before this cold blooded bigotry.

The reader too, is as shocked as Adam until it is evident that they are in fact shooting a film. Nevertheless, this creates an uncomfortable parallel between the media and death, which is all too evident in Simon’s case. That Waugh allows the reader to become horrified before turning this misapprehension into a joke cleverly awakens our sense of moral conscience and perhaps makes us wary of the black humour which pervades Vile Bodies. This is a book which makes the reader question one’s perception, for under the facade of sophisticated precocity lurks a dangerous vulnerability; the realization there is no escape from the body. However, it is more than simply a dystopian satire on society. It conveys the insecurities of young people who rely on bright personas in order to sparkle in society, uncovering their feigned mannerisms and unstable relationships. Vile Bodies encapsulates a modern society, and reminds the reader not to take society at face value alone.

Works Referenced

Bright Young Things. Dir. Stephen Fry. Perf. Stephen Campbell More, Emily Mortimer, Dan Aykroyd, James McAvoy. Warner, 2004. DVD.

Carpenter, Humphrey. The Brideshead Generation: Evelyn Waugh and his Friends. London: Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 1989. Print.

Green, Martin. Children of the Sun. London: Constable & Company Ltd, 1977. Print.

Shreve, Emily. “From Vile Bodies to Bright Young Things: Waugh and Adaptation”, Evelyn Waugh Newsletter & Studies, Vol. 39. Pennsylvania: Dr John H. Wilson, 2008. pp. 6-13.  EBSCO HOST. Web. 02/01/2014. 

Waugh, Evelyn. Vile Bodies. London: Penguin Modern Classics, 2000. Print.

Mim Hubberstey

Short Story – Creative Fridays

the_unknown_martyr__short_story__6_by_chrissyissypoo19-d5i6z9hThis week’s Creative Fridays tells a sad tale of a polluted life…

Erik traipsed along the pathway, hugging his heavy grey coat around himself. The gravel underfoot crunched loudly, the only sound in the silent early morning. Even birdsong was missing from the day’s misty dawn, the only two visible birds soaring soundlessly through the cloudless sky. Erik watched their paths intermittently overlap as they flew across his view of the rising sun. It brought a harsh light but no warmth to the cold winter day.

The moon was also visible, an impostor in the daylight sitting high above Block 11. Such a sight always stirred the same childhood memory for Erik, of him and Ruth sitting in a field.

“Why is the moon out even though it’s day?” she’d asked. But before Erik had opened his mouth to answer Ruth’s curiosity had struck again. “And if the moon and sun are out why aren’t the stars?”. Even now Erik remembered the look of concern etched across her face, as if she genuinely grieved the stars’ exclusion from the celestial family above them.

Erik couldn’t recall what he’d said in reply, he just remembered how, not saying a word, Ruth had focused her dark eyes on him, a look on her face as if she knew his every thought. He blushed at the thought of what she could have seen in his childish mind.

“Your eyes match the sky,” she’d finally said, breaking the silence. “And your hair looks like the stumps of corn.”

Uncomfortable with Ruth’s continuing stare Erik recalled replying with some comment about her own hair and eyes being the colour of mud, resulting in a several handfuls of the brown stuff being thrown as they ran through the field. Ruth was ahead of Erik and he could still picture her scarlet coat flying out behind her, its buttons done up wrong so one edge trailed longer than the other.

The coat was the only trace of her after they left; Ruth and her family. Erik remembered seeing it hanging on the wall, near the broken door, by that point old and moth-eaten. Everything else but wrecked furniture had disappeared, along with them. “Signs of a struggle” the policeman had said as Erik ran past him, away from the scene, away from Ruth’s absence, away from the words on the front door, bright red and glistening…

A sharp noise from up ahead woke Erik from his reverie. “The day’s begun then”, he thought as another bang sounded. He shuddered as he continued his walk.

Bathed in the shadow of the building the steps up to Block 11 were covered in a layer of ice, causing Erik to almost slip. Reaching the top he banged the snow off his boots before turning to face the door. He willed himself to turn the handle, walk in and get on with the day.

But, for a moment, he was stuck there, his hand hovering over the door knob. He could turn around and walk away, he thought to himself, the idea momentarily solidifying in his mind. He sighed. ‘And what would be the use in that?’ he asked himself. In his heart he knew he had no choice. So, with a familiar sense of dread, he opened the door and stepped inside, his arm slicing through the air as he returned the salute of the men inside.

“Thoele,” the voice of Erik’s commander said. “You’re here. There’s work to be done.” Erik felt a familiar sense of unease at the word “work”, so clinical, unattached. “But maybe that’s the only way to get through it”, he thought.

Outside a line of…work appeared. Head bowed the subject in front of Erik was the epitome of resignation. The sight lessened his reserve. “But what use am I to Ruth dead?” he reminded himself, “I’ll never find her then”. He knew he had to do everything to stay alive; the red and black emblem on his jacket was a stark reminder of that.

But even as he held his gun aloft the letters painted on Ruth’s door burnt brightly in his mind. “I can’t do this”, Erik thought as the words ‘Jewish Scum’ swam in front of his eyes, increasing the anger he felt as he surveyed the poor soul in front of him…

“BANG!” There was a sickening thud as the woman landed on the snowy ground. Even in death her dark eyes remained open. Erik shivered as he looked at them. They could so easily be Ruth’s.

 

Emma Holifield, Books Editor

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A Thousand Splendid Suns – Khaled Hosseini

Conor Byrne introduces us to this shocking, moving and powerful masterpiece…

a-thousand-splendid-sunsKhaled Hosseini is best known as the author of the internationally bestselling The Kite Runner (2003). His second novel A Thousand Splendid Suns (2007), however, has been equally successful, becoming a number one New York Times bestseller for 15 weeks following its publication. Hosseini, as an Afghan-American, is well positioned to relate a harrowing story of betrayal, violence and love set in his native country, Afghanistan.

The novel spans a period of over fifty years, from the 1960s to 2003. It essentially tells the story of two Afghan women, Mariam and Laila, who are brought together in devastating circumstances. Mariam is a harami, an illegitimate child born to a poor villager and an extremely rich businessman who, living in the patriarchal society of Kabul, has three wives and numerous children. She eventually leaves her mother to find her father, who she believes loves her and wants to care for her, only to discover that she is, in fact, nothing to him. Tragically, her mother commits suicide as a result of Mariam’s loss, the first of several deaths which plague the events of the novel. At fifteen, the stricken Mariam is married to Rasheed, a man over thirty years older than her, bitter, troubled and cruel. Mariam’s failure to bear him a son earns her his hatred and contempt, and she is confined to her household, forbidden to leave without him, dressed in burqa; which further conveys her oppression and lack of freedom.

Laila, on the other hand, is the affluent daughter of a teacher and his fairly liberal wife, and excels academically. Her closest friend is Tariq, whom she spends most days playing with during her childhood, a friendship which eventually blossoms into love. But with the onset of political conflict in Afghanistan, violence and death engulfs Laila’s family. Her two brothers are killed, and Tariq and his family leave Kabul. Out of desperation, Laila and Tariq make love, and Laila falls pregnant. Ironically, given the scandalous nature of that act, both Laila’s parents are killed by a rocket before either of them discovers their daughter’s secret. Laila is subsequently taken in by Rasheed and Mariam, and upon learning of her pregnancy, agrees to marry Rasheed. When she gives birth to a daughter, who doesn’t resemble him in appearance, Rasheed becomes suspicious. An abusive man, who regularly beats Mariam and at one point forces her to eat pebbles, he begins physically harming Laila.

In a context of abuse and mistrust, hatred and death, Mariam and Laila become friends and confidants. The rise of the Taliban further oppresses the two women, and when Laila’s daughter is sent to an orphanage because of the family’s poverty, Laila is beaten by the Taliban on trying to reach her. The high point of the story, however, comes with Tariq’s reappearance – Rasheed had informed Laila that he was dead. In a bloody scene, Rasheed attempts to kill Laila, but Mariam rescues her and murders Rasheed instead. For her actions, Mariam is executed. Laila and Tariq leave for Pakistan with their daughter and Laila’s infant son.

The book is a moving tale, set in the harshness and cruelty of modern-day Afghanistan. It is a story of love and friendship, the story of the brutality inflicted on women in a patriarchal society. It fully deserves five stars.

Conor Byrne

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Society Spotlight – LitSoc

Continuing our Society Spotlight feature, Exeposé Books takes a look at what the Literary Society is all about…

litsoc logo‘So what’s the difference between LitSoc and the English Society?’ A question that most LitSoc members have fielded at least once. The answer? The English Society is an academic society for people who study the subject, whereas the Literary Society is a place for anyone and everyone who likes books.

In LitSoc we have everyone from engineers to historians, and of course, like every books-related society, a good number of English students as well. The one thing we all have in common is a love of books.

The aim of LitSoc is to get all these campus book-lovers together to meet like-minded people and have a good ol’ chinwag about books, whether this is over a pint or two (and a pizza) in the Old Firehouse, or at a tea party with ample amounts of cake.

We organise regular book nights where we chat about a work that has particularly interested us. We also hold book swaps – to expand our collection of reading material and finally get rid of those copies that we’re never actually going to read – and screenings of films that have been adapted from our favourite literature.

We enjoy going on trips; last term saw a visit to Bath to check out the Jane Austen museum and the renowned Christmas market. Later this term we will hopefully be travelling to Hay-on-Wye to browse its impressive collection of second hand bookshops.

We also enjoy a good literary-themed party. We’re already getting excited about our Ball on a Boat taking place at the end of term. This will be a party with a Death on the Nile theme on a boat making its way up the river Exe from Exmouth, to see out the LitSoc year in style!

Perhaps my favourite aspect of LitSoc is the sheer range of literary interests that it encompasses. Whether you’re a lifelong Sherlockian, a lover of poetry or someone who enjoys nothing more than a good bestseller, there will be people in LitSoc who share your interests.

However interesting the books on your course, we all need a chance to broaden our literary horizons and read for pure enjoyment. We all need an opportunity to chat about books in a context where we don’t always have to keep half a mind on thoughts of essays and exams. If you’re worried that university is in danger of taking your love of reading away – don’t be! LitSoc gives you the chance to enjoy talking about books for its own sake and rediscover your old literary loves.

Equally, if you feel that there’s no space to explore books within your chosen course, LitSoc can provide the perfect outlet for your reading impulses. What better antidote to heavy course textbooks than losing yourself in a discussion about your favourite author?

Ultimately, LitSoc is the place for people who love reading to get together and talk about it.

Sophie Beckett, Online Books Editor

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The Waves – Virginia Woolf

Virginia Woolf’s The Waves is sometimes seen as a challenging novel, but here Hannah Butler proves that Woolf’s insight, originality and skill make any effort expended in tackling this beautiful work very worthwhile…

the wavesFirst published in 1931, Virginia Woolf’s The Waves tells six distinct stories, through the soliloquies of its six narrators, yet ultimately provides readers with overarching sentiments spanning the lives of all its main characters. The novel follows Bernard, Jinny, Rhoda, Neville, Susan and Louis through early childhood to old age, incorporating themes of school, work, marriage, children, and eventually death. Woolf demonstrates how individual narratives can weave together to form a comprehensive overview of a situation seen from many angles. Percival, a character who never narrates any part of his own story, is pieced together by the depictions of the six others.

Leaving home to go to school, whilst a “solemn moment” for Neville, who likens himself to “a lord to his halls appointed”, is torturous to Susan, whose eyes “prick with tears” and who frets about her squirrel and doves back at home. Bernard, a story-teller, “must make phrases and phrases” to avoid crying, yet Louis’ assertion “I will follow Bernard, because he is not afraid” highlights the inadequacy of one viewpoint in encompassing a situation in its entirety. Woolf’s characterisation is vivid: as the story progresses, readers begin to recognise each narrator through their distinct traits, habits and thought patterns. Bernard’s obsession with finding the perfect phrase is matched by Jinny’s fixation on her physicality, which in turn contrasts with Susan’s homely and maternal instincts.

Throughout the novel, we are privy to each character’s pains and anxieties. Particularly excruciating is Susan’s anguish as a young child, seeing Jinny kiss Louis. The piercing fusion of innocence and jealousy: “She danced flecked with diamonds light as dust. And I am squat, Bernard, I am short,” evokes heart-wrenching sympathy and compassion. Later, as Bernard’s story-telling fails him at school: “there is no longer any sentence and he sags and twiddles a bit of string and falls silent, gaping as if about to burst into tears,” we witness a young man’s failure to live up to his own expectations of himself, and others’ recognition of this agony.

Quite simply, the novel is beautiful. As the narrators mature, rising to adulthood before dimming on the brink of old age, the soliloquys are broken at intervals by powerfully descriptive images of a sun rising above waves: “an arc of fire burnt on the rim of the horizon,” gaining in height and power, “no longer half seen and guessed at,” before gradually coming down to set: “The shadows lengthened on the beach; the blackness deepened”. These visualisations evoke inescapable melancholy as we witness each character’s struggle to come to terms with death, disappointment and unfulfilled potential. The slight ambiguity and confusion clouding the novel’s opening gradually clears away as we become more and more involved in the lives of these six individual yet intricately connected characters, and the different perceptions of the world they present to us.

Hannah Butler

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