2020 visionaries
It has been a tough year for many people, but the worlds of fiction and nonfiction have given us some welcome respite. Allan Massie looks back on some of his favourite books of 2020.
Given the fact his debut novel won this year’s Booker Prize, Douglas Stuart deserves to top the bill in any Books of the Year piece. Shuggie Bain is a harsh picture of post-industrial Glasgow. Often depressing, sometimes painful, it is redeemed by the tenderness with which Stuart develops the relationship between Shuggie, his effeminate boy hero, and the alcoholic mother he loves, guards and cares for.
Most prizes go to writers in the early or middle stages of their career. Some peak early and fall away. Others keep going and this year there have been some excellent books by established authors, some still fashionable, others less so.
Hilary Mantel clearly comes in the first category. One may think her too indulgent of her hero, Thomas Cromwell, in his years of power the most hated and feared man in England, but The Mirror and the Light which concludes her trilogy is as gripping and remarkable as its predecessors.
Robert Harris is still in fashion, recognised as the master storyteller of our time. V-2, set in the last months of the war and told from both the German and British perspective, is gripping from the first few pages, when rockets land on London, to its bittersweet ironic ending.
The doyen of Irish novelists, John Banville, turned to crime some years ago, using the nom-de-plume Benjamin Black. Snow is an atmospheric murder novel published under his own name. The very nasty murder of a priest in a country house belonging to a declining Protestant Ascendancy family opens the door to further horrors. This is a crime novel which is also a social novel.
Still with crime JK Rowling, writing as Robert Galbraith, in the latest of her Cormoran Strike novels, breathes life into the coldest of cold cases as Strike and his partner Robin are hired to investigate the disappearance of a woman doctor 40 years previously. It is slow and meticulous, utterly absorbing, just the novel for the dead days between Christmas and the New Year.
The disappearance of an Iranian physicist temporarily doing research in Oxford is the central event in Nicholas Shakespeare’s novel The Sandpit. The great charm of this elegant novel is in its dualtime evocation of Oxford to which the main character, who befriends the physicist, has returned after 30 years in Latin America, with his young son who attends his own old prep school, much as it was in many ways, though the clientele is greatly changed.
Film-making is at the heart of two delightful novels, William Boyd’s Trio and Jonathan Coe’s Mr Wilder & Me, both the work of craftsmen who know just what they are doing. Trio is, I think, Boyd’s best novel for some time, and, since all his novels are good, this is high praise. Coe’s book is as charming as Wilder’s best films, comic with an undertone of sadness. Both authors write with the awareness that people read novels for pleasure, not from duty.
The same might be said of Sebastian Barry. A Thousand Moons is a sequel to Days Without End and an extraordinary recreation of the post-bellum American South.
In non-fiction nothing has given me as much pleasure as Patrick Marnham’s War in the Shadows. Marnham had already written the biography of the French Resistance hero Jean Moulin, mysteriously betrayed to the Nazis and murdered. The subtitle of his new book is “Resistance, Deception and Betrayal in Occupied France”. Deception by British Intelligence