Julian Gough

I've not come across the author Julian Gough before, but Jim Field is one of my favourite illustrators (we have all of his Oi! children's books and they are a big hit in this house!), and Neil Gaiman has given a glowing quote for the back cover, so I was looking forward to this very much. And it didn't disappoint! This is actually the third book in the series, and I'll be looking out for the other ones. Rabbit and Bear are two friends, and in this book their tranquil life is disturbed by the show more sudden appearance of a small, dazed baby owl. Bear wants to help, but Rabbit immediately remembers his dad's tales of scary huge owls, and instantly jumps to the conclusion that the owl is dangerous and needs to be imprisoned. Basically this is a fable about 'fake news', and about how easy it is to be deceived by loud voices and people jumping up and down labelling 'others' (there's even a fleeting, but unmissable, throwaway nod to the current occupant of the White House). (NB don't worry, there's a happy ending!) Highly recommended! show less

An ambitious, simplistic, entertaining, frustrating, sincere, cliche-ridden, brave, incoherent book. I don't know whether Gough lacks trust in his readers, or simply bit off more than he could chew, but he ends up spending more time telling us about his big ideas than using his world and his characters to make them real. By the final stretch he's in full didactic mode, and unfortunately the curriculum is unoriginal and superficial. I admire his decisions to give his characters a happy show more ending, and to write what was presumably a heartfelt paean to the power of love -- but the reason those things are brave is because it's easy to look silly while doing them, which unfortunately Gough sort of does.

I called the novel 'incoherent' because its disparate elements merely coexist, rather than reinforcing each other to form a stronger, more complex whole. The result is not quite believable, not quite as moving as it tries to be, and not quite narratively satisfying. The two main characters are actually pretty compelling to begin with, but the way their stories play out is mostly unsatisfying, and sometimes frankly cringe-inducing: I also admire Gough's willingness to make himself vulnerable by writing about sex in a way that risks scorn, but the part where Colt's mother softens the heart of his homicidal ideologue father by finally uttering the safeword that she never used during their BDSM sessions was a bit much. And generally the resolution of the story is a weird mishmash of metaphor, techno-handwaving and implausible interpersonal dynamics.

The prose is functional and simple in a way that I rather like, but it is often too on the nose: sometimes obvious things are spelled out because they're not obvious to the main character, who has to consciously piece them together; but sometimes Gough just seems worried that we might not have understood him the first time, or unsure that he can convey the intended plot point or emotional state with any subtlety.

The big advantage of telling rather than showing -- the main reason the standard advice is sometimes wrong -- is that by attacking an idea directly you can often explore it more deeply, or at least in a more detailed and rigorous way. Unfortunately, while Gough has some genuinely interesting ideas, they all culminate in some post-GFC-thinkpiece-level 'what's wrong with the world' pontificating, and the aforementioned love will save us stuff, which I would write off as lazy pandering if I hadn't already come to trust the author's sincerity and bravery. (To be clear, I would love to read convincing versions of those things; the problem is that when they're done badly, the former is boring and unconvincing, and the latter makes me feel more cynical rather than less.)

It's a small world, really, and somehow our handful of named characters are able to decide its fate with remarkably little interference from outside the narrow point of view granted to the reader. The sense of scale -- physical and conceptual -- is lacking, and the major characters aren't rich or believable enough to carry all of the book's weight by themselves. I don't at all regret reading this; it was entertaining and often pleasingly idiosyncratic, for all my complaints about where it went wrong. But I'm not sure who I could recommend it to. show less

Bear is sound asleep in her den, when a thief on his way out wakes her up. Bear gets up - in winter! - to investigate the thief who has stolen her salmon, honey, and beetles' eggs, and finds Rabbit. The two have a conversation about gravity, making snowmen, and friendship, until Rabbit retreats to his hole, annoyed by Bear's stupidity (and not wanting her to figure out that he's the thief). Bear sticks her head into the hole to say thanks for the moldy carrot Rabbit gave her and sees show more Rabbit... eat his own poop? A discussion about animal habits ensues and Bear ends up saving Rabbit from the wolf, whereupon the two become friends and Rabbit Confesses All. In the end, Rabbit decides he'd rather be a bear and the two settle down into Bear's cozy den together.

The book is heavily illustrated with aqua blue and shades of gray, as well as black and white. The illustrations are cartoon in style, with a pop-eyed rabbit, kindly but rather dim-looking bear, and crafty wolf. The font is clear and slightly larger than average, a good choice for beginning chapter readers, and the book is between a 2nd and 3rd grade level.

I'm always looking for new beginning chapter books and I think kids might find this funny, but it was a weird conglomeration of different types of story. The animals are anthropomorphic, talking, stealing, feeling shame and guilt, but they are also portrayed with actual animal habits, like Rabbit being coprophagic. But not all of them, since bears are omnivorous and would happily chow down on a nice, accessible bunny. Not to mention that if you're going to be grossed out by rabbits eating poop (coprophagy is a very common habit among many different animals) then you should be aware that bears eat carcasses, a variety of bugs, grubs, and insects, and pretty much anything they can scavenge.

Verdict: This was ok, but didn't really stand out to me. It felt like it needed tighter editing and a clearer plot thread, as well as a distinction between narrative nonfiction and funny cartoon animals. Of course, as a nonfiction devotee I'm biased, but I don't find it helpful to give kids books that encourage them to be grossed out by natural animal behavior. On the other hand, what kid doesn't like poop jokes? In the end, know your audience.

ISBN: 9781684125883; Published January 2019 by Silver Dolphin; Review copy provided by publisher show less

I'd like to review a book that was issued this year and is a wonderful odyssey for our times. If you're one of those people who skip to the end of reviews for a sound bite I'll be kind and start with one: (Jude: Level 1), by Julian Gough, is that rare thing, a novel that's funny and beautifully written.

For those who like a bit more meat in a review I'd say this is funny, stimulating, vividly exciting, and brilliantly written without a single boring cliche in sight. It's got a bit of (Douglas show more Adams) in it, and a smattering of (Flann O'Brien). A small portion of it got minced up with (Beckett), enough to get you imagining some great Irish heavy drinker like Jack McGowran. His fruity voice would be exactly right for this story of serial demolitions. McGowran would probably embroider the whole mad story into the creamy top of his Guinness. How often do you come across a writer who can make humour deep? Joyce of course, Beckett certainly, but it's pretty thin after that. Nutbeam's party in Annie Proulx's fab (`The Shipping News') gets close to the same feeling, so if you enjoyed that one you'll go for this one.

Okay, who the hell am I to say this? I'm just a painter scratching a living who happens to be a fan of reading. I'm also keen on exploding buildings, and this novel manages to destroy lots of them. It also runs circles around those everyday Oirish accounts of hard times, famines and gangsters. Despite having several orphans in it the story doesn't for one moment get syrupy, and every time an orphan gets killed you'll laugh. And anyone with a penchant for Leonardo di Caprio will find themselves looking intently at this fine actor's nose in future...

I shall be rooting for the next bits of this story on the net. I'll be ordering the hardback as soon as I can. It's a cheerful book with a skewed logic of its own, and I hope it becomes a major prizewinner. I want to see it issued as a film; as a range of kitchen utensils; and most of all in a signed limited edition, bound in the skin of the Salmon of Knowledge. You'll just have to read it to find out what the hell I'm talking about.

Anyway, I wrote something very similar on Amazon, and in case someone thinks that kettle666 is a pseudonym for Julian Gough I'd like to assert that I really am not he! I do believe that Gough is a damn good writer, up there with (Nicola Barker) for instance. I could go on for several pages but, as this my first visit, I'll politely spare you that. show less