![]() ![]() As with any book about English fascism during the 1930s/40s ( including Jo Walton’s Small Change series) there is a contemporary resonance, although it’s subtle here. ![]() Transcription is about Juliet Armstrong, something of a cypher, who gets a job with MI5 in 1940 transcribing meetings between a government agent and people who believe they’re reporting state secrets to the Gestapo. I’ve always said that all her books have been mysteries (and maybe all books are in general) and maybe they’ve always been spy novels too. Questions of duplicity, reliability, truth and lies, and how History agrees with the factual record are what has fascinated Atkinson from the start of her writing career. And that her latest is a spy novel set during during WW2 and also in 1950 is not at all incongruous. Since then, Atkinson has waded into detective fiction (igniting my own love affair with the genre) with her Jackson Brodie novels, and then in her two most recent books exploring historical fiction, as ever probing at the limits of what a novel can hold, just how far it can stretch. ![]() For the little twists that make her books so unforgettable, and how they get lodged in the mind, like how I’m still even thinking of Behind the Scenes at the Museum, even though I read it thirteen years ago. I read them for pure enjoyment, delight, for her narrative tricks, and the way she plays with history, and story. This post is less a book review than “How I Spent My Weekend.” I don’t really know that I’m capable of reading a Kate Atkinson novel critically, or if I’d even want to be. ![]()
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