I don't much enjoy Harriet Gilbert's style, she is a bit irritating and patronising and talks over her guests. I much prefer James Naughtie's Book Club or Mariella Frostrup's Open Book but they alternate on the podcast and I've been inspired, to read books I might not have chosen otherwise, by all three.
A rainy morning with a rest from running gave me the opportunity to finish it after which I went back and speed read the beginning again and discover that it's actually a well constructed book that really needs to be read in a single sitting. 200 pages and the language that is accessible makes this is quite achievable.
Freda and Brenda are two English women who's lives stumble together. They share a bedsit and both get jobs working in a wine bottling factory. Their colleagues, apart from the Irish driver, are all relatively recent Italian immigrant peasants. The factory is owned by a Mr Paganotti who is always present in the story but never puts in a personal appearance and doesn't influence the outcome in any way.
There is a failed shooting that results in no injury or charge and a murder (manslaughter is probably a better description) that goes unnoticed by the authorities and is accepted and tidied up rather stoically by the witnesses. Doesn't sound like a recipe for mirth but it is a funny book. I enjoyed it and recommend it.
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