The Light of Day. Graham Swift.
This is the only one of the last six or seven contemporary novels I've bought that I actually finished. Even so, it's a bit rum..
All it is, really, is a crime story about a woman who murders her husband. There's no mystery about the murder except how it was done, which you find out towards the end. But Swift keeps you on tenterhooks (or in a state of irritation - it's a close thing) throughout by constantly using flashbacks to tell the story, at the same time following the detective through a single, slightly dreary, day in his life, years after the murder.
The smart thing about the book is the language; Swift uses the simplest words possible, almost to the point of banality, but he keeps breaking into his own rhythms to freshen the effect, and so you need your wits about you the whole time. In the end, though, I didn't have the feeling I'd read anything of substance; I'm usually disappointed with literary writers who try genre - the form tends to defeat their attempts at originality.
Still, I'm pathetically grateful to have found a book I didn't want to throw across the room.
What are Swift's other books like?



