All I want to read for Christmas is... The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern

The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern begins with a whisper of magic. In the quiet chill of the night you find yourself standing by a set of twisted iron gates, waiting for the opening hour to strike. The dark grounds of the circus inside look lifeless and the hushed crowd are starting to get restless.

Suddenly the silence is broken by the popping of flickering white lights. A startling sparkle teasingly dots out the characters of a hidden sign. A young lady appears smiling in the brightened ticket booth and the crowd wriggles into an orderly queue. 

Soon it is your turn. You clutch your ticket, and enter a star-filled tunnel where you are greeted by the faint smell of caramel. At the end of the tunnel you step into a well lit courtyard, and look up, dazed, at the towering black- and-white striped tents.

Erin Morgenstern invites you to wander the dreamlike world of a circus. A circus which arrives unexpectedly and unannounced, pitching at the many corners of the world; only opening at night-time and leaving in the light of dawn, with little sign it was ever there.

As you tentatively pull open each red laced page you reveal the tents of illusionists and trapeze artists, you indulge in the tastes of secret midnight dinners, delve into the mysteries of tarot card readers, while watching a romance enfold under the stars. 

The Night Circus moves in anticipation of what next scene will be revealed, yet the one that follows proves to be just as satisfying as the last, each character swirling in an exquisitely sumptuous costume, the details meticulously planned, yet made to look effortless by the author.  

Not much else can be said about Erin Morgenstern’s debut without diminishing the magic of this enchanting creation, except that this author possesses the power to envelop you in world that is a rush to senses.

However if you dare to look away from the page the world will escape you, fading in the brightness of your bedside light, and leaving only a lingering smell of caramel.

Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell

David Mitchell’s excellent characterisation and imaginative writing captivates in this exploration of six lives interlocking over the globe and history...
 

Cloud Atlas is a colossal epic which opens in the 19^th century and rises towards a post-apocalyptic adventure. 

Each chapter richly delves into the lives of six brilliantly realised characters, beginning with the journal of Adam Ewing, a young lawyer who is documenting his travels across New Zealand during the 19^th century. 

From the first few pages it is impossible not to fall in love with the deliciously archaic language.  Words like ‘simulacrums’ and ‘schrimshandered’ pepper the text, while histories of island tribes and stowaways unfold alongside the beautiful imagery of ships sailing the aquatic blue pacific. It is also here that David Mitchell introduces the violent themes of race and power which run a current throughout the rest of the novel. All these elements are blended with such a gorgeous vibrancy that when the chapter abruptly cuts short midsentence, the only conclusion to draw at first is that there has been a misprint.

The next chapter consists of letters dated in the 1930’s written by Robert Frobisher, an upper class musician suffering from a self-induced “financial embarrassment”.  Driven by an impulsive and careless sense of life direction, Robert embarks on a journey which begins with him jumping out of his apartment window, arriving in Belgium by ferry, and ending in the mansion of Vyvyan Ayrs, a frail once greatly revered composer. Robert manages to procure the job of amanuensis to Ayras, and in his letters he relates his time negotiating family politics and Ayras’s tempestuous mood swings.

The letters are delivered with an eloquent dry humour and at times Frobisher snobbery can verge on the unlikable, yet it is in this voice David Mitchell delivers a line that serves as a mandate for narrative structure of Cloud Atlas; “A half finished book is a half finished love affair”; written after Frobisher discovers the published journal of Adam Ewing urges his devoted friend Sixsmith to track it down.

Cloud Atlas then drifts from the dark and dreary Ayras mansion in Belgium to Buenas Yerbas in 1975. This fictional city in California is the home of Luisa Rey, a gossip columnist who is looking for her first hard news scoop. Half-Lives – The First Luisa Rey Mystery is written as crime-thriller. David Mitchell hooks you in with the pulp-thriller tone as the young journalist investigates the corrupt Seaboard Corporation provoking contract hit-man and murder attempts. Yet once again Mitchell leaves you hanging in anticipation of Luisa’s fate when the action reaches a climatic point.

David Mitchell then moves on to modern day England to the self-depreciating voice of Timothy Cavendish, an elderly editor and head of his own publishing house. The energetic writing of Ghastly Ordeal of Timothy Cavendish cleverly depicts an old rogue who still has more sparkle than society realises. The memoirs hilariously recount dangerous runs in with gangsters and a frustrating battle with the matron of an old people home who could give Nurse Ratched a run for her money. My favourite scene being when Timothy is being chased about the grounds of the home by an orderly yelling “Solyent Green is people!” at the dazed zombie residents on-looking.

A futuristic world with an Aldous Huxley-feel is created in the next chapter, set in what used be to Korea. The life of the clone, Sonmi-451, reveals a society in which humans have been overtaken by consumerism and brand names such as nike, sony, ford, and starbucks are the unified signer for objects. 

Halfway through the Cloud Atlas slight connections are apparent between the characters but the overall question of what the novel is reaching to is yet unrealised. However the journey of reading and intriguing characterisation pulls you across the pages at an alarming pace. It is only when one finishes reading camp-fire retelling of a post-apocalyptic civilization set in Hawaii that the beauty of David Mitchell’s project is fully realised.

Cloud Atlas is a living breathing text interlocking over time and history to bring you a set of brilliantly captivating characters. David Mitchell explores the term intertextuality with characters living inside of each chapter. The epic rises with a story within a story, each half-life only complete once the second chapter has been read.  The half finished love-affair is at times melancholic and bittersweet but flashes with comical antics of Timothy Cavendish and next gripping instalment of Luisa Rey. David Mitchell proves he can master genre with homage to crime and sci-fi fiction, but brings his final trump on narrative by creating a novel which sails across many skies to detail lives that are but a drop in a large ocean.

The House Of Silk The New Sherlock Holmes Novel by Anthony Horowitz

Sherlock Holmes is dead. His lifelong companion and biographer, Dr Watson, pens the last adventure of the talented detective, a sensational and sinister tale, unopened for one hundred years for fear of its effect of society.

In the winter of 1890, at 221B Baker Street, Holmes and Watson are sat down for tea when an anxious gentleman arrives unexpectedly with tales of being stalked by a foreign man with a gruesome scar on his right cheek. 

The infamous detective agrees to take on the case and set of strange and seemingly unconnected events unfold. 

The New Sherlock Holmes delivers all the elements expected of a novel set in the Victorian era to a modern readership, and remains true to the original dynamic of Arthur Conan Doyle’s creation. 

The House of Silk twists across the misty winter-stricken streets of London, to train robber gangs of Boston, travelling freak shows, and the opium dens of the Victorian slums. 

Anthony Horowitz delivers in providing the traditional plot intrigues, Sherlock’s powers of deduction, and the famous crime detective duo. Yet he offers a refreshingly modern moral perspective on Victorian poverty and societal failures alongside an in-depth characterisation of Watson which gives an insight and reflection on his career. 

The House of Silk marks the first time the Conan Doyle Estate has allowed a new Sherlock Holmes novel to be written and I believe it will succeed in exposing the tales of Britain’s favourite detective to a modern readership. The novel is brilliantly researched and would be the perfect companion to coop up to in these cold December evenings we are having.