81. Swimming Home by Deborah Levy
Swimming Home was on the short list for this year’s Man Booker Prize. It lost out to Hilary Mantel’s Bring Up the Bodies, which I won’t be reading because I found Wolf Hall to be insanely long and boring. I do usually enjoy many of the Man Booker Prize winners though, so I have read a decent number of books that have either won it or been on the short list. Swimming Home definitely felt exactly the kind of book that finds itself up for this award.
It’s rather short book that takes place over a week’s time in a summer villa in France. I wasn’t really taken in by the plot of the book, but it definitely felt of a certain place and time in a way that I really liked but don’t really know how to put into words. In some respects it sort of felt like watching an episode of Mad Men if that makes any sense. I’m obviously not doing a very good job with this review, but I’m not really sure how to formulate my thoughts on it especially now that it’s been several weeks since I read it. I’ll leave it at this, if you typically enjoy books that have won or been on the short list for the Man Booker Prize you will probably like this one. I give it a 7 out of 10.