#BlogTour #BookReview Villager by Tom Cox

Villager BT PosterWelcome to today’s stop on the blog tour for Villager by Tom Cox. My thanks to Anne at Random Things Tours for inviting me to take part in the tour and to Unbound for my digital review copy.


Villager Cover ImageAbout the Book

There’s so much to know. It will never end, I suspect, even when it does. So much in all these lives, so many stories, even in this small place.

Villages are full of tales: some are forgotten while others become a part of local folklore. But the fortunes of one West Country village are watched over and irreversibly etched into its history as an omniscient, somewhat crabby, presence keeps track of village life.

In the late sixties a Californian musician blows through Underhill where he writes a set of haunting folk songs that will earn him a group of obsessive fans and a cult following. Two decades later, a couple of teenagers disturb a body on the local golf course. In 2019, a pair of lodgers discover a one-eyed rag doll hidden in the walls of their crumbling and neglected home. Connections are forged and broken across generations, but only the landscape itself can link them together. A landscape threatened by property development and superfast train corridors and speckled by the pylons whose feet have been buried across the moor.

Format: Hardcover (448 pages) Publisher: Unbound
Publication date: 28 April 2022 Genre: Literary Fiction

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My Review

This is the first book I’ve read by Tom Cox so, unlike some other reviewers, I’m not familiar with his nonfiction writing and as I usually scroll past images of dogs or cats on Instagram or Twitter I’ve not come across him on social media either. Therefore I didn’t know quite what to expect, a sensation that remained throughout the time I was reading the book.

Villager is a book which almost defies description due to its idiosyncratic style and non-linear structure. The novel ranges over a vast period from the dawn of time to the end of this century. It’s a cocktail of different narratives, in a variety of styles, all of which are connected to the village of Underhill and to an American musician, RJ McKendree who visited the area in the late 1960s and composed music inspired by local folksongs. Some meet him, others inhabit places he did, observe the same views as him or are inspired by his music.

One of the most inventive elements of the book is that Underhill and the surrounding area is presided over by an omniscient narrator, referred to as ‘Me’, whom I took to be the landscape itself. (Have a peek at the cover and you might spot ‘Me’.) ‘Me’ observes the goings-on of the inhabitants, knows all their secrets and reflects on the changes that have been wrought on the landscape by mankind, changes which have often caused it something akin to physical pain. ‘The countryside looks on, bemused at the way it’s been outgrown, bludgeoned, smoothed over, suppressed, raped, waiting for the revenge it will surely enjoy when we are gone.’ At times the landscape fights back. For example, the final nine holes of the golf course that has reduced many a player to swearing at sheep or hurling their golf clubs in the river.  It works the other way as well. As ‘Me’ ruefully observes, ‘I don’t feel great today, and my not-greatness influences those around me. I made a buddleia visibly ill at ease this morning’.

An appreciation of nature and concern for the environment flow through the book. There are wonderful descriptions of the local landscape and wildlife. The last purple streaks of the sun toasted the hilltops and owls made lewd suggestions to one another down in the woods by the river.’  On the subject of flowing, I especially enjoyed the way the author gives the rivers a personality, at times rebellious – ‘One is being a thug out back of the Coop, hissing and swearing at the locals’ – at other times, placid – ‘Today, though, the river was a pussycat. It purred around the boulders beneath his feet’.

The author employs a number of different narrative formats including journals, interactions with a search engine which has developed an unnerving ability to empathise and, most memorably for me, a community message board. The latter allows the author to give full rein to his wicked sense of humour in the often inconsequential chatter of the locals, the acerbic comments of one resident or the contributions of the mysterious Megan Beaker.

My favourite section was the one entitled ‘Papps Wedge’ which features couple, Sally and Bob (not Bob and Sally) whom we first in middle-age and then much later in 2043. It provides a glimpse of a future in which profit and human convenience is prioritised over environmental protection so a new train line ‘smashes through ancient woodland, f**ks over a couple of Elizabethan farmhouses, rapes and pillages the homesteads of hares, otters, stoats and badgers’.  In addition, immersive technology has replaced direct experience for many people. Only Bob and a few like-minded people have rejected its use leaving them isolated in some ways but more in touch with the natural environment.

I’ll confess I found some parts of the book more challenging than others. For instance, many of the musical references in the section ‘Report of Debris’ went over my head. Alternatively if they were pure invention, I couldn’t tell.

Villager is endlessly inventive and jam-packed with thought-provoking ideas. I think it’s the kind of book that would repay re-reading.

In three words: Lyrical, original, stimulating

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Tom Cox Author PicAbout the Author

Tom Cox lives in Devon. He is the author of the Sunday Times bestselling The Good, the Bad and the Furry and the William Hill Sports Book longlisted Bring Me the Head of Sergio Garcia. 21st-Century Yokel was longlisted for the Wainwright Prize, and the titular story of Help the Witch won a Shirley Jackson Award.

He is also the man behind the enormously popular Why My Cat Is Sad account.

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#BlogTour #BookReview Only May by Carol Lovekin @RandomTTours @honno

Only May BT PosterWelcome to today’s stop on the blog tour for Only May by Carol Lovekin. My thanks to Anne at Random Things Tours for inviting me to take part in the tour and for Honno for my digital review copy.


Only May CoverAbout the Book

I give you fair warning, if you’re planning on lying to me, don’t look me in the eye.

It’s May’s 17th birthday – making the air tingle with a tension she doesn’t fully understand. But she knows her mother and her aunt are being evasive; secrets are being kept.

Like her grandmother before her, May has her own magic: the bees whisper to her as they hover in the garden … the ghosts chatter in the graveyard. And she can’t be fooled by a lie.

She becomes determind to find out what is being kept from her. But when May starts to uncover her own story, she threatens to bring her mother and aunt’s carefully constructed family to the edge of destruction…

Format: Paperback (288 pages)    Publisher: Honno
Publication date: 18th May 2022 Genre: Historical Fiction, Literary Fiction

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My Review

I was first introduced to Carol Lovekin’s writing when I read her novel Wild Spinning Girls in February 2020.  Like that earlier novel, Only May explores the impact secrets can have on family relationships.

I admired the author’s ability to create atmosphere whether that’s the birdsong-filled woodland that surrounds May’s family’s cottage or the bedroom of Billy, her disabled father. ‘The silence in the room was a void filled with the dust of distress.’ There are some wonderful descriptive passages and striking imagery. ‘Twilight falls, soft as a feather, slow as mist. My day fades, forgets its business and I follow.’ I especially liked the description of May’s hair as ‘ribbon-resistant and reckless’.  Inventive touches include headings signalling breaks in the text being phrases drawn from the passages that follow, for example ‘A curious and singular hotel’ or ‘Peas in a pod’.

May is a young woman with a gift: ‘I’m the one who sees beyond the glint in your eye, around your over-confidence and straight to the truth’. At times it proves useful but sometimes it can seem like a curse, the signs that indicate a falsehood buzzing around in May’s head like a swarm of bees.

All the characters in the book are deftly drawn.  There’s May’s mother, Esme, whose need for routine and obsession with cleanliness is perhaps her way of attempting to maintain control of her life. May’s aunt, Ffion, is the exact opposite. She’s a free spirit who leads a Bohemian lifestyle, living in a caravan at the bottom of the family garden. Her unique style of dress causes May to describe her at one point as ‘a cross between a Russian princess and a lady pirate’. Ffion’s chief influence on May has been to pass on her affinity with the natural world and her belief in folklore.

I was particularly drawn to Billy as a character. The vigorous young man who went off to fight in the Second World War has returned severely physically impaired and suffering from what we would now describe as post-traumatic stress disorder. He’s plagued with nightmares in which he relives the traumatic scenes he witnessed.   I loved Billy’s relationship with May, their quiet companionship and his unconditional love for her. Billy is often silent but when he speaks it’s because it’s something of significance.

The life of the family eventually spins out of control when May’s suspicion there are things being kept from her by her mother, her father and her aunt are proved correct. Suddenly all the snippets of overhead conversations, chance remarks and other clues make sense. Although the nature of the secret may not come as a complete surprise to the reader and could be argued something concealed with the best of intentions, for May it is devastating. After all, she’s the girl who is supposed to have the gift of detecting lies but here is an enormous falsehood that has been hiding in plain sight all along. As she observes, ‘Some gift. A terrible, poisoned, uninvited, wicked fairy benediction. A twisted fairytale turned on its head.’   It forces her to question everything about herself and to wonder if the rift that has been created can ever be repaired.

Only May is a beautifully written, character-led story with a plot that unfolds slowly; it’s not a book to race through but to savour.

In three words: Tender, insightful, lyrical

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Carol Lovekin Author PIcAbout the Author

Carol Lovekin has Irish blood and a Welsh heart. She was born in Warwickshire and has lived in mid Wales since 1979. A feminist, she finds fiction the perfect vehicle for telling women’s collective stories. Her books reflect her love of the landscape and mythology of her adopted home.

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