Mr Mac and Me
By Esther Freud (Bloomsbury)
The careful, lyrical prose is the greatest joy of UK author Esther Freud's latest novel. It is nostalgic and understated; it takes you smoothly to another time and slowly unfolds its story of art, friendship and war. It is 1914 and Thomas Maggs is the only surviving son of the innkeeper in a sleepy coastal Suffolk village. Thomas has a twisted foot and his parents are protective but he's a curious boy and when war breaks out he keeps his eyes wide open for spies and invaders. Then a stranger appears in the village. The man called Mac has an odd accent and wears a big black cape. At first, Thomas thinks he's a detective but in truth he is the Glasgow architect Charles Rennie Mackintosh, who is suffering a crisis and has come to Suffolk with his wife to concentrate on their art. Thomas is fascinated and gradually an unlikely friendship develops between the teenage boy and the lonely, tormented man. Freud has a home in the Suffolk village where the story is set and she writes of its landscapes and characters with great affection. Mackintosh is the only one who did exist in real life, but the salty sea dogs, doughty rope maker and sparky herring girls all feel as if they might have done. A gentle, haunting story.
Casebook
By Mona Simpson (Constable & Robinson)
I don't know how many versions of the coming-of-age story I've read but new ones keep coming and many are brilliant. Casebook is about a snoopy Californian kid called Miles Adler-Hart, who starts spying on his mother, hoping to find out stuff about himself. Instead, what he discovers is that she isn't very happy. Miles' parents separate and he continues to eavesdrop and rummage.
Then his mum gets a new boyfriend called Eli and Miles and his friend Hector suspect he is hiding something and try to find out what. Charming and bittersweet, Casebook is beautifully told. It's a story about the confusion and powerlessness of being young, the secrets that lurk in every family, and it's quirky and often funny. The story is presented as a memoir produced by Miles and Hector so it has a sprinkling of random footnotes and begins with a note from a fictional comic bookshop owner we are told is selling the memoir via print-on-demand. This conceit doesn't entirely come off and doesn't seem needed anyway - the novel is a gem in spite of it.