Lucy Langdon

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Paul Gallico, The Love of Seven Dolls

A truly delightful read. Light and cheerful, but serious and peculiar at the same time. I’ve read this book many times in my life and it never fails to lift me.

The heroine, Mouche, is desperate for comfort and very nearly resorts to the time honoured solution of suicide. However, she is brought back from the brink by an intriguing range of fantastical characters- the seven puppets and their elusive master. Times are still tough, but Mouche now has a purpose and her honest determination to fulfil it as well as possible is a heartwarming and charming experience.

The writing and imagery is divine. The flickering characters of these seven dolls provide an outline for the plot; the ropes of a boxing ring for our two mismatched lovers to fight their unique fight. We are fooled, along with Mouche, into taking these boundaries as real and defined whenever they shimmer into existence. Of course, the puppeteer holds all the strings, although Gallico goes a very long way towards convincing us otherwise.

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Steve Toltz, A Fraction of the Whole

The hardback dust cover of this hand-achingly huge novel is shot through with fuscia bullet holes, and that’s a bit how you’ll feel when you read it: emotionally punctured but simultaneously tickled a heartwarming shade of pink.

A son narrates the story of his dad, ‘the most hated man in Australia’, and his uncle, ‘the most loved man in Australia’. It’s a long read, but it whips along and you’ll come out wanting more. If you like novels that drag you inside the characters’ heads and shine torches in places you haven’t even explored inside your own, read this book. ‘Empathy’ doesn’t come close to describing how invested I felt in the leads by the inevitably ‘back-to-reality’ ending.

The worrying thing? These are some seriously messed up characters. In some ways, it’s a treacherous read: convictions of immortality, self-indulgent fantasies, over-thinking, the very temptation of insanity and despair bellow from the pages, beckoning you closer. However, Toltz’s genius isn’t just that he makes you spot these traits in yourself, but that he makes you point and laugh at them on sighting.

Yes, it’s a self-indulgently long book (one of those I wish I had the guts to wield a cleaver on), and yes, from time to time, it makes you want to tear out the pages and try to suffocate yourself with them, but did I love it? Absolutely.

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