My Favourite Books of 2014

When I look back at 2014, books aren't really the aspect that sticks out, which is a terrible shame. I haven't read that many - at least not as many as I feel I should've - so this list was actually very easy to compile. I think it's certainly eclectic anyway. My complete book review list for 2014 can be found here.

Jill by Amy Dillwyn

This delightful romp was something I picked up in Gay's the Word in London and turned out to be my spontaneous book purchase of the year. This is a funny book that alters tone later on and proves to be memorable for several reasons. My full review can be found here. 

The Siege of Krishnapur by J.G. Farrell

As the last book I read in 2014, this is obviously fresh in my memory but, from the moment I started it, there was no question it would make this list. Funny, grotesque, realistic, haunting: pick almost any word of praise and you can apply it to this novel. My full review can be found here. 

The Orphan Choir by Sophie Hannah

I'm not normally one for scary books but, as Hannah is one of the few authors I make sure to buy, I thought I'd give it a go. I was very impressed with the build-up and the haunting ending that stayed with me for weeks afterwards. I'd revisit it but I'm worried about being unsettled again. My full review can be found here. 

Die a Dry Death by Greta van der Rol

Speaking of unsettling, this one fits that category as well. Based on a true story of a shipwreck, it is both painful to read and utterly riveting. Again, it stayed with me for a while and, though not a book to take lightly, it's certainly one worth reading. My full review can be found here. 

Persuasion by Jane Austen

Although I'll admit that the exposition at the beginning of this one irritated me a little, the rest of the novel more than made up for it. Filled with Austen's witty dialogue and sneaky examinations of life, this is possibly my favourite Austen to date. My full review can be found here. 

Book Review: The Siege of Krishnapur by J.G. Farrell

In 2012 I read J.G. Farrell's Troubles (reviewed here) and it rapidly became one of my favourites. Its mixture of humour and tragedy, often within the same sentence, was intoxicating and that's also a combination used to great effect in The Siege of Krishnapur. This one's a book I bought for my undergraduate degree and never got round to reading. It tells the story of, as might be guessed, a siege in Krishnapur where the British community is living a serene existence. Only the Collector, Mr Hopkins, senses the danger ahead but he's dismissed as a crank until violence sweeps closer.

Once again, I adored this book. It's a strange mixture of light and dark, using the macabre to great effect. I was a little impatient for the 'real' story to get going, the scene-setting of people and places might have been important but I wanted to delve into the stress of the siege. However, everything we'd learned earlier played a part in the later scenes of despair and tragedy.

Description is one of Farrell's strengths and he uses smell to particularly good effect in this novel. Days after finishing reading it I'm still captured by the unseen bodies lying beyond the walls and the starving dogs tied up and forced to survive any way they can. Most of the characters are distinctive and there are little ongoing skirmishes which add to the overall effect of civilisation in peril. The two doctors, for instance, have on-going rows which, as with most situations in this novel, come to a darkly comical conclusion. The Padre, as well, goes around trying to convert everyone in the midst of battle. Two of the scenes that linger from this book, for me, come from this character: firstly, the battle scene where he is preaching and preaching even while the cannons are firing around him and, secondly, the scene where he's trying to convert one character while digging a grave and the corpse almost ends up going in vertically by accident. Yes, macabre but extremely memorable.

The Siege of Krishnapur is an excellent book, not for the squeamish perhaps but certainly beautifully written and evocative. It is full of reality drawn from contemporary sources about the Indian Mutiny and woven into a stunning novel that I really found it a pleasure to read, despite the horror it was detailing. That's quite a feat and I remain in awe of Farrell's literary ability.

Book Review: Troubles by J.G. Farrell

Troubles tells the story of Major Brendan Archer, a soldier who survived the trenches, who travels to Ireland in 1919 to 'claim' the fiancée he acquired on leave a few years earlier. In truth, he wants to break the engagement off but when he arrives at the dilapidated Majestic hotel he finds that easier said than done. He finds Angela, yes, but is also rapidly sucked into the lives of her father, brother, twin sisters, deaf grandmother, the assortment of guests and servants, not to mention the breeding cats that have taken over the Imperial Bar. And it doesn't help that Ireland is simmering with violence either.

Perhaps the first thing to acknowledge about this novel is how well-written and evocative it is. It's teeming with wonderful sentences and alarming images as the Major becomes accustomed to life at the unconventional hotel. You get a taste of this early on, as he returns to his room on his first night there:

"Then he noticed again, more strongly than before, the sweetish, nauseating odour he had decided to forget about earlier. It was an awful smell. He could not stand it. But the thought of opening the window to more moths made his skin crawl. He took a slipper from his suitcase and stalked the fluttering moths. But after he had splattered one or two against the wall he stopped, his nerves jangled by remorse, and wished he had left them alive. So while the others continued to whiz and circle around the electric light he started to search for the source of the smell, looking in cupboards, sniffing the washbasin, peering under the bed (none of these things, as it happened, smelled very savoury).


A small cupboard stood beside the bed. He wrenched open the door. On the top shelf there was nothing. On the bottom shelf was a chamber-pot and in the chamber-pot was a decaying object crawling with white maggots. From the middle of this object a large eye, bluish and corrupt, gazed up at the Major, who scarcely had time to reach the bathroom before he began to vomit brown soup and steamed bacon and cabbage. Little by little the smell of the object stole into the bathroom and enveloped it." (p43-44)

This is the first of many memorable scenes within the novel, which spans a few years until the Major is forced from the Majestic by events beyond his control. The Major is the sense within a situation plagued by nonsense. The hotel is quite literally disintegrating around him and the Spencer family is no better. He becomes the patriarchal figure within the hotel as the owner, Edward Spencer, slowly descends into his own world. Matters, however do come to a head, in a bloody and unexpected (though actually inevitable) manner.

I can't emphasise enough how much I enjoyed reading Troubles. It's exquisitely written and conveys the unsteady situation in Ireland at the time while not focusing specifically on it. By looking at how events overtake a ragged collection of hotel workers and guests, the story is a much more personal one. It's also very funny. There was rarely a section where I didn't laugh at least once, even if what I was laughing at was rather macabre. Also worth a mention is the array of peripheral characters - they all had their quirks that reoccurred and added to the story as a whole. Padraig and his (initially enforced) cross-dressing; Mr Norton with his debauched life and interest in the young twins; the old ladies who inevitably melted into one but each had their own personalities.

This is a rich novel for so many reasons. I wouldn't hesitate to recommend it, though there is a substantial amount of the grotesque which may not appeal to all.