Back once more to my best-of year list in no particular order.
War Crimes for the Home: Liz Jensen. Irreverent, darkly funny, a tale of poisonous sibling rivalry during WWII.
The Stranger Next Door: Amélie Nothomb. So you’ve retired and want to move to a quiet life in the country? Think again.
The Flight: Gaito Gazdanov. Trying to escape fate never works.
The Ted Dreams: Fay Weldon. What can I say? Fay Weldon is a GODDESS.
All Things Cease to Appear: Elizabeth Brundage. Who says crime fiction can’t be literary? A haunting novel of crimes, decades apart, that take place in the same house.
Memories: From Moscow to the Black Sea: Teffi. I can’t say that I wish I’d lived through the Russian Revolution, but Teffi’s memories bring some powerful experiences to life.
Siracusa: Delia Ephron. Two unhappily married couples and one precocious child on holiday in Italy. What can go wrong?
The Wicked Go to Hell: Frédéric Dard. Three Dard books from Pushkin Vertigo this year, and this was my favourite.
Bye-Bye Blondie: Virginie Despentes. Who can resist a Kamikaze woman?
The Moving Toyshop: Edmund Crispin. Funny and fast moving, the best of all the Golden Age mysteries I read this year.
Sweet William: Beryl Bainbridge. William could give Casanova a run for his money.
Willful Disregard:Lena Andersson. Obsession and delusion in a relationship break-up.