I had scoured the Cheltenham Literary Festival brochure, and worked out a nice programme of events, three on the first afternoon into the evening, and two on the following day. I saved them all to my wishlist and crossed my fingers. Living and hour and a half drive away I decided to treat myself to a hotel and booked a room at the Premier Inn, sadly not being surprised at the price being a third more expensive than normal for the festival! I then wondered if I should spend another £25 to get members priority booking – but decided to take my chances and save my cash – that was probably my first mistake…
Waterstones was offering Plus card holders the opportunity to book a day ahead of the general public – but the link provided didn’t let me move my wishlist into the basket yesterday. Anyway, it turned out that the Stanley Tucci event, which was in the biggest venue, was already sold out to those who’d paid for priority booking. ‘Oh well’, I said to myself. ‘Maybe he’ll come to Oxford?’ I still couldn’t get the Waterstones thing to work, so resigned myself to waiting for the open booking this morning – second mistake – should have phoned yesterday, but was too busy on the first day of school being back.
In the end, I was busy at school today too and couldn’t get to my laptop until midday, and by then the event that was at the very top of my list was sold out – that was Amy Jeffs and Zoe Gilbert – one NF, one fiction, both folklore – Gilbert’s book Mischief Acts still being the best thing I’ve read this year.
I could still go to the Nordic Noir panel on the Friday evening and the Art in Fiction panel on Saturday lunchtime, with Ian McEwan as a morning filler in between, but just the three events seems a waste of the hotel. If I could get there earlier on the Friday I could go to Kamila Shamsie, but that’s not possible, and there’s nothing I fancy in the tea time slot. Added to all of that parking is always a challenge in Cheltenham at festival time; I’d still have to drive and park at Didcot if I caught the train.
So in a fit of pique, I’m not going any more! Hotel booking now cancelled. Disappointed? Yes, but I’ll be able to pay my fuel bills.
Rant over! Now to a couple of shorter reviews.
A Land More Kind Than Home by Wiley Cash
After publishing Wiley Cash’s latest novel earlier this year, Faber decided to reprint his first two books this summer. I’d not heard of him before, but the promise of a Southern Gothic feel was enough to tempt me.
A Land More Kind Than Home was first published in 2012. It is set in the Carolinas, in an Appalachian town where the ramshackle church set up in a former general store, with its windows papered up to prevent people seeing in, has a devout following. The novel begins with a confrontation between Pastor Carson Chambliss and Adelaide Lyle, the latter narrates this chapter:
Chambliss never forgave me for taking the children out of that church. He warned me then that in leaving the church I was leaving my life as I’d known it, and that those folks wouldn’t ever accept me the way they once had and that I’d always be an outsider. I told him I wasn’t leaving the church, I was leaving him, but I knew he was right. I lost friendships I’d had just about my whole life, and it hurt me. It still does. But for ten years I kept those children out, kept them safe.
Right from the start we know what risky business Chambliss is involved in is, as the reference to Mark 16: 17-18 on the church’s sign makes clear. If you’re unfamiliar with that, it’s about speaking in tongues and handling snakes.
In the second chapter, nine-year-old Jess Hall takes up the story. His older brother, known as Stump, is autistic and mute was taken to church that morning, and Jess’s friend Joe dares him to look into the church through a hole by its aircon unit. And what he sees shocks him then, and later even more after Stump dies at a healing event, and his death is hushed up. But Adelaide and the Sheriff both know what happened but it’ll be difficult to prove.
The characters in this novel are all brilliantly drawn, all their own battles and motivations are explored and the community comes to life too. Stump doesn’t talk for himself, but we see him through the others. The plot gets a little baggy in the second half, but its a great character study, and a good debut novel that I enjoyed a lot.
Source: Review copy – thank you! Faber pbk, 309 pages. BUY at Blackwell’s via my affiliate link.
Managing Expectations by Minnie Driver
From all the times I’ve seen her on chat shows and the like, it’s always been clear that Minnie Driver can talk a good story, has strong opinions and is a rebel at heart. If she was going to write a memoir, you’d sense it would be slightly unconventional – and that’s exactly what she gives us in Managing Expectations; she even writes her own blurb on the back:
This book is memoir-ish. A tell-most. Largely because there’s a lot I don’t remember, and a lot that’s not worth talking about.
So this is a collection of stories about how things not working out – worked out in the end. How reaching for the dream is easily more interesting, expansive, sad and funny than the dream itself coming true.
The ten chapters form ten periods of her life, and begin with her returning to boarding school aged nine, playing the ‘I am being abducted’ trick to passers-by in the car with her mother, but to no avail. Her father left when she was six, her parents had never been married, as her father was married to someone else, and the courts insisted that her mother marry, find a house and get Minnie and Kate in school within just a couple of months in order to keep custody of her girls. Her mother managed it, but their stepfather is difficult and has no idea of how to deal with them, so the answer is boarding school, but that has bad bits too. She enjoys the lessons, it’s the rest she hates, and she’s always running away or hiding.
She takes us through her first jobs getting her big break on Circle of Friends, her agent sends her to New York to do publicity and she walks in on the co-directors of what will be the wonderful Big Night (one of whom is Stanley Tucci of course) having an argument and wins the part of Phyllis. This gives her some degree of celebrity.
Becoming famous was like everyone else had taken hallucinogenic drugs and I was the giant talking mushroom in their trip. It was hardly noticeable t first, people would smile in my direction sometimes, but it could have been at something happening behind me; then the next thing I knew, a guy was lying in the gutter as I’d get out of my car, trying to take a picture of my vagina.
She takes us through the process of the Oscars ceremony – she was nominated for Best Supporting Actress for Good Will Hunting. She later moved to Malibu, and when forest fires cut off access to so many properties, marooning residents – she and friends ran the gauntlet of the Californian coastguard to paddleboard in supplies to friends stuck there.
Everything she decides to tell us the most about is interesting, funny, poignant and revealing in her honesty. She writes so well – but then you’d expect her to! A wonderful collection of episodes from her life, this book was a joy to read. Highly recommended.
Source: Own copy. Manilla Press hardback, 277 pages. BUY at Blackwell’s via my affiliate link.
19 thoughts on “Review catch-up and a little rant!”
Yes, this is disappointing.
A festival I used to attend (no names, no lawsuits) used to offer priority booking and as a donor I found myself eligible for it. But I don’t think it’s fair. It means that people who can afford to donate get privileges that ordinary folks don’t.
OTOH it’s very hard on anyone who has children, work, responsibilities to be online at exactly the right moment to get the most popular tickets. This is why I think it’s a really good idea to have a digital option. We all discovered during the lockdowns that we could access events from all over the world and it was wonderful because it meant no one missed out at all.
When I was a regular London theatregoer, I was a member of the National Theatre and the RSC for the priority booking over the whole year and a Old Vic subscriber and it was a wonderful benefit. I agree it’s not fair, but it was also pre-internet and you sent your booking requests in by post and it was pot luck which seats you’d get within the price bracket you selected. Now the prohibitive cost of theatre tickets only allows me to go once or twice a year.
I never thought a literature festival would sell out events so quickly though, as I’ve never had problems with the Oxford lit Fest.
The digital option during lockdown, and some of the enduring digital programmes are/were wonderful and affordable, I agree, but I do like the live buzz and opportunity to get books signed etc. Oh well.
Oh no, how disappointing Annabel. I wouldn’t have expected that at a literary festival either, but I guess I’ve only been to smaller ones (Oxford, Cambridge, Durham).
I’ve not been to Hay either. It has 3-day priority booking for subscribers, but it also has the ‘Hayplayer’ for digital catch-up – which is excellent.
So sorry about the Cheltenham disappointment, particularly missing Tucci, but, not being a fan, I’m amused by the idea of McEwan being relegated to a ‘filler’!
I’ve seen McEwan at Oxford, so although I have his new one on order and would like to hear more about it, seeing him at Cheltenham (tickets still available for that one!) would be nice rather than essential. Gutted about missing the Jeffs/Gilbert talk though.
Ah, what a shame! Yes, I find that is the case with the more popular festivals. Luckily, with Henley or others close to me, it’s the celebrities that sell out fast, and typically they don’t tend to be the ones I’m interested in.
I’m also quite fascinated by the Minnie Driver book – I’m not much of a fan of Hollywood memoirs, but this sounds quite different, and down-to-earth.
Such a shame about the Jeffs/Gilbert event – one of the smaller venues, but I never expected it to be sold out within a couple of hours! I should do Henley and meet up with you next time…
The Minnie Driver book is rather different to the average celeb memoir – she is definitely down-to-earth and a good writer too.
Commiserations about the litfest, Annabel, but it’s all about the books I suppose, and the Minnie Driver sounds an enticing read. Crickhowell Lit Fest isn’t running this year (for reasons I can only guess at for the moment) so no stewarding for me in October; but that’s a blessing as I have a lot of musical commitments coming up between now and the end of the year. So, yes, mixed blessings for us both, and money saved – to hand over to the CEOs and shareholders of the energy companies ffs…
I had questions for Zoe Gilbert! Her book was so good….
The Minnie Driver, however, is excellent.
Oh, I’m sorry Annabel – that’s rotten and very frustrating when you’ve got things on your wishlist. I’m not surprised you cancelled – I think I would have too, much better uses for the hotel money (new books???)
I didn’t have a summer holiday this year, so an overnighter to the festival would have been nice. Hey ho! Premier Inn was £115 with breakfast – shocking! That is a goodly amount of books though…. doubtless I shall indulge.
That’s such a shame having got all excited with the planning to fail at the final hurdle. Have you let Waterstones know about the problem with booking via their site? It’s meant to be a benefit for the Plus card but if it doesn’t work, then they need to do something about it.
I’m fine now, but was mightily pissed off at the time. I should send W’stones an email, you’re right.
How annoying! There are lots of author events at our new indie bookshop over this weekend and I managed to miss out on Jess Philips by not getting off the mark quickly enough – however, I have been able to book the others I wanted and it was all free and down the road, so not so much investment.
It’s so lovely that you’ve now got a new local indie bookshop. I can see you becoming a regular. 🙂 Shame about missing Jess Phillips though.
I’m already a regular – I was in before they opened properly, testing how to take payment via a book token with them, as I’d promised to do! Everyone missed Jess, though, as she had to be in Parliament for the parliamentary business to do with the Queen’s passing. She’ll come back.
That is all so annoying! I think you made a good decision and can plan a different treat for yourself at leisure.