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READ ´ JOHNS-CYCLING-DIARY.CO.UK Æ Kate Atkinson T finds herself once under threat A bill of reckoning is due and she finally begins to realize that there is no action without conseuence Transcription is a work of rare depth and texture a bravura modern novel of extraordinary power wit and empathy It is a triumphant work of fiction from one of the best writers of our time. 25I am having a really bad historical fiction year looking at you Washington Black So I was absolutely convinced that dropping all my reading commitments to immediately pick up Kate Atkinson's new WWII spy novel would help raise my spirits Her previous books Life after Life and A God in Ruins are favourites of mine I trust her to a deliver a distinct kind of uber British novel complete with her rather sardonic humour and droll observations All of these Atkinson isms are here at least in part but the final result is I am deeply sad to report a bit of a messI am sure Atkinson knows wit is one of her trade marks but she totally over does it here it loses it's charm This starts out a very promising espionage novel that ends as farce I don't recall her other novels being so peppered with asides in parenthesis not to mention the Greek chorus like repetition of text from earlier in the story This techniue not only drove me entirely batty it also succeeded in ousting me out of the story at key moments An impressive amount of research has gone into this book particularly the role of MI5 in monitoring Nazi sympathisers The Fifth Column during WWII I feel like the source material is rife with intrigue and danger but somehow that is not carried over into this story Many times I considered that I might have been better served by reading a non fiction account of this era The sense of the war the political machinations of MI5 and the various elements of seditious activity became uite lost in this rather curiously light hearted plot Was Atkinson trying to show that spy craft was relentlessly dull and often pointless That all MI5 men are essentially interchangeable types and that it is impossible to tell who is spying on who and why If so then this was a success It hurts me to review this so unfavourably and other fans of Atkinson should not be disheartened as it is entirely possible that I was still suffering a Warlight hangover The two books share some overlap in a setting of post war London and espionage as a critical driver however in all other respects they could not be stylistically opposed A slight blemish then on my otherwise complete adoration of this author I now need to go back and reread Life after Life to remind myself how good Atkinson can be

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READ & DOWNLOAD ´ Transcription Ñ ❮Reading❯ ➶ Transcription ➮ Author Kate Atkinson – A story of WWII espionage betrayal and loyalty by the #1 bestselling author of Life After Life In 1940 eighteen year old Juliet Armstrong is reluctantly recruited into the world of espionage Sent to a A sto A story of WWII espionage betrayal and loyalty by the bestselling author of Life After Life In eighteen year old Juliet Armstrong is reluctantly recruited into the world of espionage Sent to an obscure department of MI tasked with monitoring the comings and goings of British Fascist sympathizers she discovers the work to be. It’s funny how some books can immediately grab hold of you and cast you under their spell This is that sort of book The book immediately transports you back to London in the 1940s and 50s The language is just spot on perfect The story revolves around a young woman who is drafted to transcribe conversations among a group of fascists that have been infiltrated by MI5 Juliet is only 18 and before she knows it has been drafted for some spying in addition to her transcription duties Atkinson displays a dry sense of humor “It seemed she had acuired all the drawbacks of being a mistress and none of the advantages like sex She was becoming bolder with the word if not the act For Perry it seemed to be the other way around he had all the advantages of having a mistress and none of the drawbacks Like sex” Poor Juliet is truly naive and I had to keep reminding myself how young she was She keeps waiting for a romance the reader knows is never going to come The rest of the characters are eually well drawn The pettiness the certainty all are brought out for our inspection This is not a fast paced book by any stretch The writing is meant to be enjoyed lots of beautiful phrasing But there is a tension to the book and the ending wasn’t anything I saw coming “Juliet had the sense that she was taking part in a farce although not one that was particularly funny in fact not funny at all” But it is in its own weird way In this day and age I’m never sure if I’m seeing symbolism where it doesn’t belong But it seems fitting that Atkinson picks as her topic the problem of Fascism in England during WWII “Do not euate nationalism with patriotism” Perry warned Juliet “Nationalism is the first step on the road to Fascism” Or this “Juliet could still remember when Hitler had seemed like a harmless clown No one was amused now “The clowns are the dangerous ones” Perry said”Make sure to read The Author’s Note What is the nature of historical fictionThere are some interesting ideas here like what constitutes the real self Or what’s worth fighting for “This England” It’s a book meant to be discussedMy thanks to netgalley and Little Brown for an advance copy of this novel

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TranscriptionBy turns both tedious and terrifying But after the war has ended she presumes the events of those years have been relegated to the past forever Ten years later now a radio producer at the BBC Juliet is unexpectedly confronted by figures from her past A different war is being fought now on a different battleground but Julie. Juliet is adorably clueless The spy guys stuffy and charadesue All of them So Very British Or it could be just me stereotyping the world if so then I'm sorryThe humour appropriately dry The atmosphere noirish just a bit to add in enough grit and some patina of time that feels to have passed between the reader and the plotline originsJust what I love to read occasionally PS Mangling Russian dishes didn't improve the novel By 'Verushka' a 'vatrushka' probably was meant Took me ages to guess Why the hell couldn't the writer just call it a pie or a cheese pie or a Russian cheese pie The book gained no extra authenticity whatsoever from making it sound as if they were all eating someone called Vera Faith in an endearing formI was beginning to think that you were lost’‘But now I am found’ c‘Joy is an admirable goal’ Juliet said ‘Completely unobtainable of course’ cOlder men of a certain type were drawn to her They seemed to want to improve her in some way Juliet was almost thirty and didn’t feel she needed much improvement The war had seen to that c had been employed as an Announcer It had a capital letter ‘A woman’ everyone said as if they’d never heard a woman speak before cThe cat a ginger one – they were the worst type of cat in Juliet’s opinion – had jumped up on the desk and bitten her – uite sharply so that she couldn’t help but give a little yelp of pain It then proceeded to roll around on the desk before rubbing its face on the microphone and purring so loudly that anyone listening must have thought there was a panther loose in the studio one that was very pleased with itself for having killed a woman c forlornly earnest about even the most trivial things cJuliet supposed that any one of those things – the war philosophy Vienna – was capable of making you both forlorn and earnest and perhaps badly dressed too cDid she understand what that meant It meant that she was about to lose the only person who loved her She was seventeen and her grief for herself was almost as great as her grief for her mother her mother’s death had revealed that there was no metaphor too ostentatious for grief It was a terrible thing and demanded embellishment cHer mother had represented a form of truth for her something that Juliet knew she had moved away from in the decade since her death cInside each pearl there was a little piece of grit That was the true self of the pearl wasn’t it The beauty of the pearl was just the poor oyster trying to protect itself From the grit From the truth cThinking had always been her downfall cBut wasn’t artistic endeavour the final refuge of the uncommitted cJuliet used to think that someone who seemed as ordinary as Godfrey Toby must be harbouring a secret – a thrilling past a dreadful tragedy – but as time had gone by she’d realized that being ordinary was his secret It was the best disguise of all really wasn’t it cI should have followed him she thought But he would have lost her He had been rather good at evasion c Wow Lovely phrase it could mean both physical and intellectual stuff‘Do you like Beethoven sir’ she asked‘Not particularly’ he said seemingly puzzled by the uestion ‘He makes for a good paperweight though’ cChoice it seemed was one of the first casualties of war c‘Juliet’ the man said contemplatively ‘As in Romeo and Juliet Very romantic’ He laughed as if this was some kind of private joke‘I believe it was actually a tragedy sir’‘Is there a difference’ cShe didn’t like that supercilious eyebrow and so she gave her unfathomable father a promotion ‘An officer’ c a Bedford bus pulled up in front of Juliet The driver opened the door and shouted over to her ‘MI5 love Hop in’ So much for secrecy she thought c‘Juliet’‘Oh bad luck I bet everyone’s always asking you where Romeo is c‘Well Pa always said I’d end up behind bars’And that was how Juliet’s career in espionage began cIt would be menials who would win this war she thought not girls in pearls cThe Four Hundred the Embassy the Berkeley the Milroy the Astoria ballroom – there was no end to the entertainment to be had during a war c I’ve a feeling I might know why Hitler went as far as he did around the Europe he spoke Swahili What was the point of that Juliet wondered Unless you were a Swahili of course cJuliet was waiting to be seduced by him By anyone really but preferably him It was turning into a rather long wait cIt seemed that she had acuired all the drawbacks of being a mistress and none of the advantages – like sex She was becoming bolder with the word if not the act For Perry it seemed to be the other way round – he had all the advantages of having a mistress and none of the drawbacks Like sex сJuliet felt rather ashamed as her mind had been on what dress to wear this evening rather than bottomless pits of evil The war still seemed like a matter of inconvenience rather than a threat cShe imagined him creeping up on some poor unsuspecting hedgehog and giving it the fright of its life c‘Today is Friday Miss Armstrong’‘All day sir’‘And tomorrow is Saturday’‘It is’ she agreed Was he going to name all the days of the week she wondered cThe prospect of tea was tedious she had drunk enough with Mrs Scaife to sink HMS Hood cIt was an analphabetic jumble rather like being given an insight into the chaotic workings of a cat’s brain c‘Can I do something sir’ she asked‘You can’t help me’ he said bleakly ‘No one can’‘Are you having a spiritual crisis’ she hazarded – tenderly as seemed befitting for spiritual crises cPerry gave a wretched kind of sob and unable to think of anything else Juliet made a cup of tea and placed it silently on the carpet next to him where he remained in supplication She shut the door uietly and got on with her work It turned out that discovering a man on his knees weeping was a surprisingly effective deterrent to romantic feelings about that man cshe plucked ‘Middlesbrough’ out of thin air ‘Wonderful’ she heard someone whisper People always said they wanted the truth but really they were perfectly content with a facsimile c‘You should know it’ Hartley said ‘Why don’t you know it’‘Perhaps because I don’t actually work for you any you know You’re not even paying me just expenses And you’re obviously incompetent or I would know it’ cShe feared that she was beginning to tread the wilder shores of her imagination cShe didn’t feel she had the fortitude for all those Tudors they were so relentlessly busy – all that bedding and beheadingDid people hunt flamingos It was a bird Juliet had never given any thought to and now it seemed to be perched on every corner No not perched – they didn’t perch did they Too big probably And the legs would be too long You needed short legs for perching or you would be unbalanced especially if you had a predilection for standing on one leg Juliet sighed and wondered if one day she would think herself to death cShe was dressed in an odd assortment of black garments as if she had simply raided her wardrobe for everything in that colour and then piled it all on She looked like a large rather distressed batсBut then what constituted real Wasn’t everything even this life itself just a game of deception cYou had to ask yourself which was better – to have sex with any number of interesting albeit possibly evil men and some women too apparently to be glamorously decadent to ingest excessive amounts of drugs and alcohol and die a horrible but heroic death at a relatively young age or to end up in Schools Broadcasting at the BBC cAnd that was that Juliet’s war ‘Oh my dear Juliet’ he laughed ‘One is never free It’s never finished’ c Juliet seized her chanceShe was the deer She was the arrow She was the ueen She was the contradiction She was the synthesis Juliet ran c It was a nice lie and she thanked him silently for it He always had such good manners She expected it wasn’t a matter of sides at all it was probably much complicated than that cShe wished she could see her son one last time Remind him to live his life well tell him that she loved him Tell him that nothing mattered and that that was a freedom not a burden c