Sadie Jones

I'd heard quite a bit about The Snakes before I decided to read it, so much so that I was really intrigued to see what I thought of it myself.

It's a fairly simple story on the face of it, but with so much going on underneath the surface, like a writhing ball of snakes I guess. Bea and Dan are living, not quite hand to mouth but not far off, in London. I loved the first chapter as they decide, quite rashly actually, to spend the summer travelling using their 'Cushion' of money. Their first show more stop is the hotel in France run by Bea's chaotic brother, Alex. The short time the three of them spend together is pleasant enough but all that changes when their parents, Griff and Liv, arrive. Suddenly the atmosphere is tense and conflict abounds.

Having read another of this author's books I was expecting challenging and often unpleasant characters. No surprises here then that there isn't a single character who I could like in this book. Bea is probably the most likeable but even then I wouldn't go so far as to say that I actually did like her. However, I don't need to like the characters to enjoy a story and for the most part I found this an utterly fascinating look at family dynamics, how you cannot escape your past, and the effect of growing up around rich, domineering and powerful men. It's a messed up story in many ways, uncomfortable to read at times, at others quite perplexing as to where the story was going. Ultimately I look upon The Snakes as a slice of life story, albeit rather a distressing slice of life, one which brings to a head matters that have been bubbling away for a while.

Sadie Jones is a talented writer. She is able to burrow down into the heart of feelings and yet does so in a matter of fact way. The ending shocked me. I knew it would as I'd heard other people say it, but I didn't expect that! The book is full of a sense of foreboding and honestly, it's left me feeling quite unsettled. It's the sort of read I could spend ages thinking about what lies beneath the story of greed, wealth, jealousy and flawed family relationships. show less

Such a fun read this was, a hybrid of so many things: period, mystery, almost Shakespearean love comedy - you name it, it has got it,! AND the language is rich, emotional and at the same time oddly modern, so it is not in danger of turning into kitsch. Crazy and surprising things happen with these well depicted characters and they all add their part to the general feeling of mystery and start off other reflective psychological, gender and other ideas.
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(Pg. 337) Being with Ernest as show more they went about the jumbled attic it was as if, looking at the tapestry in the dining room for the millionth time, she had seen a new set of deer emerge from the trees, new trumpets, another scattering of embroidered flowers. show less

I loved this book. Mainly set in occupied Cyprus in the late 1950’s, its subject is a young couple: Hal, a bright young officer who hasn’t been taught to have any kind of real emotional life, and Clara, his young and dutiful wife.

The book divides itself between looking at Hal, appalled and yet brutalised by the conflict he is a part of, and Clara, bored, frightened and powerless. As Hal's military involvement increases, the couple become increasingly unable to communicate. Cyprus itself show more is beautifully evoked, but it casts no spell over the protagonists.

I was unconvinced by the faltering reconciliation at the end of the book, but as an examination of Englishness, and the effects of war on everyone involved, as well as a portrait of a country I’ve never visited, it was a gripping and involving read. show less

Bea and Dan are that most rare of literary couples, they are happily married. And Bea is happy. She's left her family behind and while she and Dan don't have much money, she loves her job as a therapist, their tiny flat and especially she loves Dan. Dan, who went to art school, is far less content with their life. He hasn't been able to create anything in some time as his tedious job as an estate agent means long hours and returning home in the evening drained. He convinces Bea that they show more should take their small savings, sublet their flat and go travel in Europe for a few months. He has a list of places he wants to see, but first they go to France where Alex, Bea's brother and only family member she cares about, runs a small hotel in the countryside.

But the hotel isn't what they thought it would be. For one thing, Alex isn't capable of running any sort of business, for another, it's almost entirely unfurnished. And there are apparently vipers in the attic, drawn there by the many mice. And this is where Bea and Dan's solid relationship begins to fray, because when Bea's parents arrive, Bea is tense and withdrawn, overwhelmed with interacting with her dysfunctional family and Dan is startled to discover that when Bea described her family as well-off, what she actually meant was very, very wealthy. And he begins to feel that Bea's peace of mind, the peace of mind she has from refusing to use a penny of that wealth, is paid for with his ability to do his art. When Alex disappears and the French police show up, all the fracture lines are laid bare.

No one writes about the dysfunctional families of the British upper crust quite like Sadie Jones. And this novel is perhaps her best novel so far. Both Bea and Dan are complex and sympathetic, even when they are in direct conflict. Dan, who was raised in a council flat in a rough part of London, has no defense against the casual luxuries of the wealthy. And Bea, raised in a stifling, love poor environment, treats that wealth with casual familiarity and distain. And those differences of outlook make what is going on with the police and Bea's family more difficult until the entire situation spirals out of control. The writing is very fine, but what really makes this novel worthwhile are Jones's razor-sharp observations. show less