Second Honeymoon by Joanna Trollope: I feel that Trollope’s books are becoming less memorable. My favourite of her early books, The Choir, was insightful, witty and original, set in the claustrophobia of a cathedral close with pleasing echoes, I thought, of her more famous ancestor and
Geras has a remarkable capacity to create a slightly genteel and secure world, then pitching in a domestic disaster and letting her characters play it out. Jane Austen is sometimes criticised for the narrowness of her focus, but she created a fine tradition of English writing, which affords much pleasure. It’s a genre which could be collectively subtitled “All Well That Ends Well” (better, I think, than “domestic comedy”, a term debased by its association with television), and provides a necessary restorative in a world where the News is frequently too ghastly to contemplate. Geras, and Trollope at her best, offer excellent fare for these occasions.