The Sweetness At The Bottom Of The Pie, by Alan Bradley
In general, I have 3 rules when browsing in a bookshop:
1. I don’t buy anything at full-tote-odds from the New Release section;
2. I don’t read crime;
3. I don’t read anything where the protagonist is an 11-year-old girl.
Last Wednesday whilst idly browsing at Angus & Robertsons at Glenelg, I broke all three of these rules. “The Sweetness At The Bottom Of The Pie” by Alan Bradley, caught my eye immediately due to its red cover (complete with black raven sillhouette). It reminded me of “Havoc In It’s Third Year”, and so I picked it up and read the blurb, then immediately bought it. Then I bought a coke, sat down by the foreshore and only stopped reading when it got dark.
The heroine Flavia de Luce, a cross between Tiffany Aching and Wednesday Addams, lives with her widowed father and two older sisters in the crumbling ancestral home in the country. It is 1950 and while all her sisters care about is reading and music, Flavia loves chemistry to the point where she has discovered her great-uncle’s lab in an attic and is learning to use it. Her father, Colonel de Luce, is an avid stamp collector with a hidden past. This past catches up with him and he is arrested for murder. With nothing better to do, young Flavia gathers all of the means at her disposal (a shell-shocked gardener named Dogger and her trusty bicycle Gladys) and sets out to solve the mystery.
I honestly did not think that I could emphasise with an 11-year-old girl to the point where i was avidly reading about her every move, but Flavia as a heroine is brilliant. She’s very pragmatic, and quite independent. I suppose the true test would be to see if any actual 11-year-old girls would identify with her. I strongly suspect that they wouldn’t. That said, the book is not for children, or even young adults. It’s written by a middle-aged man who was obviously influenced by Enid Blyton in his youth, and should be read as such. It is light in tone but the subject matter is dark, and only Bradley’s brilliantly comic prose stops it from becoming tired. In the end it’s all about stamps, which may seem a strange subject for a crime novel but I can assure you that it works with the gentle tone of the book, and the setting. I devoured this book in two sittings (which for me is almost unheard-of) and it ranks as one of the most fun books i’ve ever read.
The author’s acknowledgements (at the back of the book for once, thank heavens) and the phrase ‘A Flavia de Luce mystery’ on the cover lead me to believe that this may be the first of a series. If it is, i’m going to seriously reconsider those rules of mine…




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I picked up On Chesil Beach on Tuesday night and finished reading it before work on Wednesday morning. It’s an absolutely delightful read but heartwrenchingly sad. Well written, wonderful imagery and two beautiful but inexperienced main characters. This is the second novel of Ian McEwan’s that I’ve read and I’m looking forward to reading more of his work.