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Monday, 8 June 2026
WILD DARK SHORE by Charlotte McConaghy, reviewed by Linda Newbery
Monday, 26 February 2024
RIVERFLOW by Alison Layland, reviewed by Linda Newbery
This novel was a welcome surprise that came to me via a roundabout route. It began when I attended a Society of Authors ‘at home’ event – a workshop hosted by Lauren James, author of The Loneliest Girl in the Universe and Green Rising, and founder of the Climate Fiction Writers League. The focus of the session was how to bring climate concerns into fiction set in the present day – not necessarily foregrounding the various issues, but rather weaving in details as part of the daily lives and concerns of the characters.
I find it irritating to read fiction set in the present day that makes no reference to the climate emergency – especially when characters are taking flights here and there, driving big cars and eating steak in restaurants. It’s almost as if there’s a parallel world to ours with no looming crisis and with no need to change and adapt. It seems, both in young adult and adult fiction, that climate awareness is largely limited to ‘cli-fi’ – fiction usually set in the future, often involving fantasy. (An honourable exception to this is Eleanor Catton’s Birnam Wood – see our summer round-up.)
After the workshop I joined the Climate Fiction Writers League and was invited by Lauren to write a conversation piece with another author. This author turned out to be Alison Layland, whose novel, Riverflow, was published in 2019. As I haven’t yet published adult fiction with an environmental theme (working on it) Alison is to read my non-fiction title, This Book is Cruelty Free – Animals and Us. (For anyone who doesn’t yet acknowledge the link between animal agriculture and the climate crisis, please read the book, or for a more comprehensive overview, Philip Lymbery’s Sixty Harvests Left.)
Knowing nothing of Alison Layland or her work, I found myself immediately drawn to her characters, setting and plot. Riverflow is set in a small Shropshire village, Foxover, close to which Bede and Erin, a couple in their thirties, have lived off-grid on a smallholding for many years. Until eighteen months ago they shared Alderleat with Bede’s uncle Joe, until he drowned in the surging river, leaving Bede unable to accept that his death was accidental.
The frictions and rivalries of a rural community are convincingly depicted. Bede and Erin, former activists, clash with local landowner Philip Northcote who’s developing a fracking site. Bede, clever at mechanics and problem-solving, is an idealist, probably on the autism spectrum and at times infuriating to live with; to some villagers he’s known as Eco, a nice demonstration of the ease with which people can pigeonhole and ‘other’ an outlier, avoiding the inconvenience of acknowledging that his views are both valid and necessary. He and Elin are devoted to each other, but with the unavoidable sticking-point that Elin wants children whereas Bede thinks it would be irresponsible to bring a child into this threatened world. Elin, too, tries to steer a calm course through village conflicts while Bede can never curb a sarcastic or angry response when challenged.
Partly through snippets of the journal Joe kept hidden, we’re drawn into the backstory of Bede’s upbringing. Never knowing who his father was, he was brought up by his mother until her death, when her brother Joe took him in. But Joe had secrets of which Bede is unaware and which begin to threaten the self-contained life he and Elin have built at Alderleat. The plot centres on a series of incidents involving Philip Northcote, his widowed mother Marjorie with whom Joe had a close relationship, and attractive newcomer Silvan, Northcote’s gamekeeper, who befriends Bede and Elin. Bede is apparently being framed for acts of minor sabotage – releasing pheasants reared for shooting, scratching the side of Northcote’s Bentley – and then for a far more serious crime. The revelation of who's behind this malice is cleverly constructed, with several clues hidden in plain sight.
What makes Riverflow so appealing is the deft and delicate portrayal of the shifting relationship between Bede and Erin, alongside the details of daily life which are always underpinned by environmental aspirations and what it’s practical to achieve. It’s rare and refreshing to read a novel set in the here and now that has climate issues so firmly at its core.
Riverflow is published by Honno Press. The conversation piece between Alison and myself is now online here.
Monday, 23 August 2021
THE HIGH HOUSE by Jessie Greengrass, reviewed by Linda Newbery
When I think of the hot summer days of childhood, my memories are of a paddling pool in the garden, adults resting in the shade, the jingling tune of the ice-cream van; maybe a day at the seaside and sunburned skin in the days before we knew to take more care. We enjoyed it while it lasted, before the heat disintegrated into a thunderstorm and the days became cooler. Now the feeling is different, threatening. What if temperatures continue to rise and become unbearable? What would be the effect on wild animals, vegetation, crop-growing, and even human ability to survive? What if huge areas of the world become uninhabitable?
In The Great Derangement, recently reviewed on this blog by Jane Rogers, Amitav Ghosh asks why literary fiction so comprehensively ignores the climate emergency, the most pressing issue of our times, and why those novels that do deal with it tend to be sidelined into genre fiction. His book was published five years ago. Since then we've seen Richard Powers' The Overstory deservedly shortlisted for the Booker Prize, and Melissa Harrison wrote in The Guardian that "the 'cli-fi' genre is growing exponentially – no surprise, given the coming crisis. In fact, as an artist in any medium it can feel self-indulgent, in 2021, to be making work about anything else."
Now here's another novel that puts climate breakdown centre stage, set in a disastrous near future that could be the day after tomorrow. Although to climate change deniers it could be seen as science fiction, the sense of foreboding in the early section of the novel - flooding, changes in the seasons, dangerous cyclones, migration patterns disrupted - is all too familiar to anyone seriously concerned about human impact on the planet.
With its focus on a group of isolated survivors, the novel reminds me of Robert C O'Brien's Z for Zachariah and Edwin Muir's haunting poem, The Horses. The High House is located somewhere unspecified on the east coast of England (the nearby church with its carved angels and the shifting of the coast and river call to mind Blythburgh and Dunwich). Unknown to teenaged Caro, her stepmother and father have been meticulously preparing this house as a refuge for when disaster strikes; stepmother Francesca, environmentalist and climate campaigner, is more aware than most that the ways of life we take for granted cannot endure. "She didn't have the habit that the rest of us were learning, of having our minds in two places at once, of seeing two futures: that ordinary one of summer holidays and new school terms, of Christmasses and birthdays and bank accounts in an endless uneventful round. And the other one, the long and empty one we spoke about in hypotheticals, or didn't speak about at all."*
Just before he and Francesca are lost in a violent cyclone that hits Florida, where Francesca is speaking at a conference, Caro's father tells her to take her toddler stepbrother Pauly to the High House, urgently. Caro resents Francesca for neglecting Pauly in favour of campaigning, but becomes equally critical of herself for devoting herself to him as a means of shutting off from the catastrophic wider situation. Arriving, Caro is surprised to find the house already inhabited and grounds well-tended, by the practical Sal and her wise grandfather, Grandy, recruited as custodians by the prescient Francesca. When the floodwater comes, inundating the village and drastically changing the shape of the land, this little group is safe on its bulwark, carefully husbanding their resources, growing crops, keeping chickens, preserving fruit and vegetables. We move into a future where the rest of the world seems to have disappeared; as Pauly matures and is given his own viewpoint, we realise what limitations these young people have accepted, and how they must cope without medical treatment beyond what they can provide for themselves.
The novel is saved from bleakness by the immersion in daily lives, the tenderness between Caro and Pauly, Sal and her grandfather, the small satisfactions of daily life and self-sufficiency and even moments of joy. But it's a stark warning too: how we take for granted that there will be power at the flick of a switch, food available in shops or delivered to our door, "that vast net which, invisible, imperceptible, held us up," and how ill-equipped we'd be for survival if these systems failed. It's also a hymn to the natural world and a reminder of how much we face losing if we continue to behave as if the Earth's resources were infinite. "You think that you have time," Grandy says. "And then all at once you don't."
The High House is published by Swift Press.See also: The Great Derangement by Amitav Ghosh, reviewed by Jane Rogers
The Overstory by Richard Powers, reviewed by Tracey Mathias
Monday, 11 January 2021
Guest review by Jane Rogers: THE GREAT DERANGEMENT by Amitav Ghosh
Her new dystopia Body Tourists was published in November and is now available in paperback. For more information, see Jane's website.
This is the best book I’ve found in a year of seeking out fiction
and non-fiction about climate change. Quite apart from being beautifully
written, it’s continually surprising and thought-provoking. Ghosh invokes the
scientific, philosophical and spiritual traditions of the global East as well
as the West, exploring ways of living in and understanding the world, which are
far outside our colonising Anglo-American, Northern European, Protestant mindset.
My thinking was repeatedly turned on its head.
And every idea he discusses emerges from a real-life
incident. It may be an event from Ghosh’s own life, like being caught in a
tornado in Delhi in 1978; or it may be historical, like the gloom of 1816, the
‘year without a summer,’ thanks to skies full of volcanic ash. The range of these
illustrations reveals a staggering knowledge of history, geography and geology;
this reader leaned something new on every page.
The book started life as four lectures presented at the
University of Chicago, and it retains the lean essay structure, with each part pursuing
a specific line of argument as to why humanity has failed to engage with the
climate emergency. He calls that inability ‘the great derangement’. Why do we
continue to live as if the earth’s resources are infinite? Why do we burn coal,
drive petrol cars, take flights, drill for oil, heat our homes with gas and
destroy trees across the world, from the Brazilian rainforest to the ancient
English woodlands being felled for HS2? We know these activities will cause
catastrophe for our grandchildren. What is wrong with us?
As a novelist, I was most challenged by part 1, ‘Stories’.
Ghosh asks, ‘What is it about climate change that the mention of it should lead
to banishment from the preserves of serious fiction? And what does this tell us
about culture writ large and its patterns of evasion?’ He puts forward evidence
for several explanations; I think the most radical is his suggestion that the
nineteenth and twentieth century novel has closed down on communal experience
and is simply interested in the narrowly ‘realistic’ day-to-day life of the
individual. Since I write, and love to read, these kind of character-based
novels, this felt like a serious put down. But his arguments make sense:
‘Before the birth of the modern novel, fiction delighted in
the unheard-of and the unlikely. Narratives like those of The Arabian
Nights, The Journey to the West, and The Decameron proceed by
leaping blithely from one exceptional event to another.’ Myths, legends, epics, fables and chronicles
are staples in the story-telling history of many – maybe all – human cultures.
They range over vast expanses of time and space, where humans are challenged or
helped by supernatural beings, intelligent animals, or the elements. Character
is not central.
The modern literary novel reduces this scope to as little as
one day in one place; silences the non-human; and charts ‘an individual moral
adventure’. Ghosh sees nineteenth century ideas of progress, and rational
control over the natural world, as feeding into this literary development.
Natural disasters and sentient non-human forces have been banished to genre
fiction, to Sci Fi, Fantasy and Horror.
‘At exactly the time when it has become clear that global
warming is in every sense a collective predicament, humanity finds itself in
the thrall of a dominant culture in which the idea of the collective has been exiled
from politics, economics, and literature alike.’
I can’t help feeling he is right, though I would love to disprove him. It’s humbling to realise just how much one’s world view is determined by the time and place of one’s birth. But if he can lead readers to question themselves, then as a writer he is surely succeeding, beyond the wildest expectations of most of us. If you’ve read this book, I’d love to hear your take on it.
The Great Derangement is published by University of Chicago Press
See also: Jane's review of Home Fire by Kamila Shamsie
Her account of adapting Chinua Achebe's No Longer at Ease for BBC Radio 4
Jane's latest novel, Body Tourists, reviewed by Linda Newbery










