The best new fiction and non-fiction books: http://www.telegraph.co.uk critics' pick of the week.
1. The Solitary Self: Darwin and the Selfish Gene by Mary Midgley
1. The Solitary Self: Darwin and the Selfish Gene by Mary Midgley
The necessity of relying on other people is the theme of Mary Midgley's new
book, The Solitary Self, a slim volume written in her 92nd year. Mary
Midgley’s elegant and harmonious books are a superb companion to anyone
seeking “adversity’s sweet milk, philosophy”.
2. Aphrodite's Hat by Salley Vickers
2. Aphrodite's Hat by Salley Vickers
Love is fleeting - is the underlying theme of this collection, with most of
the protagonists either enduring, escaping or destroying unsatisfactory
relationships. Aphrodite's Hat is shot through with a gentle wit and a
winning charm.
Born Brilliant serves as the title, but “Born Bitchy” would do just as well.
In this book Williams is shown to be as pathologically selfish as he was
gregarious, and as fastidious as he was filthy. Christopher Stevens has
combed his stories for the authorised biography and the spectacular bile
Williams reserved for his private memoirs makes it a rare one – intimate and
cosily enjoyable, yet laced with the very poison its debonair subject
secretly uncorked.
Jones has also lost none of his ability to convey subtly the shifting power
lines between people. The novel’s readability belies its great depth.
However, it’s also an uncomfortable read: the anonymity of so many of the
characters speaks for us all and our primitive needs, begging the question
how far we would go to get them met: pawn our teeth?
Green’s Dictionary of Slang is the reference work of the vulgar tongue to
which all others must now be referred. Readers of BE Gent and the
Profanisaurus alike will find the miniature histories it brings to their
vocabulary fascinating. Green has now exhibited English slang in more detail
than any lexicographer before him, and thrown it onto the bookshelves of the
world.
Anne Boleyn – beautiful, erotic and ambitious – spent all but the last six
months of her life with Henry VIII battling against a woman she never quite
managed to defeat: Catherine of Aragon, Henry’s first wife.
Giles Tremlett’s enthralling biography suggests that Anne helped decide that
Queen Catherine should be discreetly buried (at Peterborough Abbey) and that
the priest should refer to her as a mere princess. Catherine’s only child,
Mary Tudor, was spitefully forbidden to attend the funeral.
This fifth outing for the hunchbacked Tudor lawyer-sleuth Matthew Shardlake, a
man with morals as upright as his body is crooked, has more plot lines than
Henry VIII had wives, but Sansom is in complete control of his material and
paces his yarn perfectly. Sly comments on Henry’s unwise expansionist
ambitions have modern echoes, but Sansom’s own attempts at expansionism need
not cause concern — you will speed through this whopper of a novel like King
You-Know-Who devouring a capon.
8 A Capital Crime by Laura Wilson
Laura Wilson specialises in depicting the ways in which horrific crime affects
the lives of ordinary folk, and here she turns her attention to the ultimate
man-on-the-Clapham-omnibus crime – the murders allegedly committed by John
Christie. This beautifully written fictionalised version of the Christie
story stands with 10 Rillington Place as a work that will make you wonder
forever more about the dark, seething passions that lie behind your
neighbour’s cardigan and slacks
Different types of spectre flit in and out of fashion. There was a time in the
Twenties and Thirties when one could barely visit a manor house without
seeing a woman in grey. One hardly hears of that these days. In the
Nineties, ghosts were out and spooky aliens were in, thanks no doubt to The
X Files. And when is the last time anyone saw a headless figure?
Although little is offered by way of speculation or analysis, the overall tone
of this winning compendium of “true” ghost stories seems to be one of
parchment-dry amusement. Even Peter Ackroyd’s opening assertion that “the
English see more ghosts than anyone else” conjures that enjoyable
torch-under-chin complicity that all good ghost stories have.
The sun is a big subject, and Richard Cohen, who is a former publisher and the
author of a history of swordfighting, has written a big book about it, an
encyclopedic plum pudding of a compendium.
He begins by climbing Mount Fuji to watch a sunrise, and ends by watching a
sunset from a boat on the Ganges at Varanasi – and in the meantime visits 16
other countries, reads hundreds of books and considers our star from every
conceivable perspective, and some that are barely conceivable.
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