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September 2, 2025

As part of their 90th anniversary celebrations, Penguin released 90 short books priced at £5.99. Many of them contain extracts from longer books which are, or have been, published as Penguin Classics and make excellent introductions to a new author, but some are entire (short) novels and therefore well worth obtaining if you do not already own them. Below you will find six suggestions which fall into this category.

After Midnight by Irmgard Keun

After Midnight (translated by Anthea Bell) is one of three novels Irmgard Keun wrote about the experience of living in Germany during the 1930s. Published in 1937, it portrays a country in which National Socialism has infiltrated everyday life and is used to settle personal as well as political arguments, as the 19-year-old narrator, Sanna, discovers when her aunt reports her to the Gestapo to prevent a relationship developing with her cousin and she has to leave Cologne for Frankfurt. There she stays with her brother, Algin, a writer who (like Keun) feels threatened by the new regime. The novel is set during one night, presumably echoing the dark period that the country has entered (“We’re all in a concentration camp, the whole nation is,” as one character memorably puts it). At times absurd, at others unbearably tense, it builds towards a heart-stopping conclusion.

Baron Bagge by Alexander Lernet-Holenia

Baron Bagge by Austrian writer Alexander Lernet-Holenia (translated by Richard and Clara Winston) is set during the First World War, a war Lernet-Holenia fought in. As the novel opens the Baron is warned off a young man’s sister – he has a reputation of allowing women to fall in love with him and then refusing to marry them – and a duel is threatened. Bagge, instead, offers an explanation: he is already married. The story of his marriage begins in 1915 when his commanding officer, Semier, orders his cavalry to charge a bridge held by machine guns. Bagge is knocked unconscious and, when he awakens, is surprised to find the battle won. His unit advances further and he meets and falls in love with Charlotte, the daughter of a friend of his mother’s. When he is ordered to leave the town, he marries Charlotte even though she is convinced he will never return. What makes this novella worth reading is its wonderful twist, which, of course, cannot be revealed here.

The Driver’s Seat by Muriel Spark

The Driver’s Seat may be Muriel Spark’s shortest novel but it is also one of her best. The seventies were Spark’s most experimental period and the novel (like its follow-up Not to Disturb) takes the crime genre as it starting point by revealing that the central character, Lise (its no accident that her name is anagram of ‘lies’) will be found dead the next day. This is a novel in which the victim, rather than the detective, searches for the murderer. There are immediate hints when she chooses her wardrobe to fly to a city in southern Europe (probably Rome) as she chooses a deliberately garish outfit to ensure she is noticed, and is appalled when it is suggested she buy something that won’t stain. Although it can be read as a novel about a young woman in a fragile mental state, it is, like all of Spark’s work, about fate and free will – and, like all of Spark’s work, wonderfully entertaining.

Lady L by Romain Gary

If you are an admirer of Romain Gary you will be pleased to see one of his novels, Lady L, back in print; if not, then there are worse places you might start to get to know this intriguing author (the only man to have won the Prix Goncourt twice – but that’s another story). Lady L is the epitome of the English aristocracy – but she begins her story as a French commoner, in fact a prostitute, her mother’s sixteen-hour shifts as a laundress having put her off the idea of earning a living through hard work. It is through her profession that she meets the anarchist, Armand, she will fall in love with, the only problem being that as much, as she loves him, he loves the cause which he always places before her. How Lady L resolves this situation becomes clear in the novel’s denouement, which – even if you have guessed – makes for an entertaining journey. While this is not Gary’s best novel, it is an excellent introduction to his work.

An Episode in the Life of a Landscape Painter by Cesar Aira

Argentinian Cesar Aira, author of over eighty short novels, is a writer where knowing where to start can be as bewildering as his work often is. Luckily many agree that An Episode in the Life of a Landscape Painter, written in the year 2000 and translated by Chris Andrews in 2006, is among his best. Ostensibly a biography of the 19th century German painter Johann Moritz Rugendas, Aira’s intention is neither factual nor even naturalistic as he describes Rugendas’ travels through Latin America, particularly Argentina, where he searches for a wilderness beyond human touch. In the novel’s central scene, he suffers severely but remains devoted to his art. More focused than some of Aira’s work, there is always a sense it might be developed further, but there really is no other writer like him.

Closely Watched Trains by Bohumil Hrabal

Like Aira, Czech Bohumil Hrabal is a writer who has his own unique style and Closely Watched (or Closely Observed) Trains (published in 1965 and translated by Edith Pargeter in 1968) is similarly regarded as being among his best work. The narrator is Miloš Hrma, an apprentice on the railway, who provides an often comical narrative focused in large part on his desire to lose his virginity. The darkness that lies behind Hrabal’s humour, however, is evident from the fact that Hrma has recently returned to work from a three-month absence after a suicide attempt. Set during the final year of the Second World War, it opens with a plane being shot down, and ends with Hrma’s involvement in a plan to attack a German ammunition train. Hrabal is a digressive writer, and the novel is packed with characters and incidents rather than propulsive narrative. Hrabal captures the absurdist nature not only of war but of life.

The Proof

March 13, 2017

Although Cesar Aira was first translated into English (by the self-same Nick Caistor who has translated The Proof) and published in the UK in 1998 – the rather atypical The Hare – it has been New Directions in the US who have been largely responsible for making him available to an English-speaking audience. Luckily, presumably as a result of And Other Stories’ new partnership with New Directions, they have now taken on the mantle of Aira’s UK publisher having reprinted The Seamstress and the Wind, and released two new works, The Little Buddhist Monk and The Proof.

Famously, once Aira starts writing he does not look back but pursues his premise to the end. The Proof begins with an unexpected encounter between innocent, isolated, sixteen-year-old Marcia and two ‘punk’ girls who call themselves Lenin and Mao. Marcia is described as:

“…blonde, small, chubby, somewhere between child and adult. She was wearing a woollen skirt and a thick blue pullover, with lace-up shoes.”

The ‘punks,’ in contrast, are all in black. They are two among the many young people gathered in the cold night “with the ridiculous need to meet their friends” that Marci has passed, feeling that “she couldn’t be part of it.” They greet her with “Wannafuck?” the novel’s very first words, a shock for the reader intended to echo Marcia’s surprise. This crudeness is a counterpoint to Marcia’s comfortable but unhappy existence. Of course, she walks away, but is also attracted to devil-may care attitude of the girls:

“That two girls, two women, could have wanted to pick her up, out loud, voicing obscenities, two punks who confirmed their violent self-expulsion from proper behaviour… It was so unexpected, so novel… Really anything could happen, and those who could make it happen were the hundreds of young people who came out into the street to waste time at nightfall, after school.”

The girls pursue her, the one who called out to her, Mao, insisting it is not a joke:

“Listen to me, Marcia: what I told you is true. Love at first sight. It’s completely true.”

The girls’ ill-mannered assault is now reset as an expression of romantic sensibility. In fact, throughout the novel Mao and Lenin will remake themselves in both Marcia and the reader’s eyes, their disregard for rules allowing them an unpredictability which threatens the boundaries of both characterisation and realism.

Marcia agrees to go to a café with them to talk. Further tension between Marcia’s conformity and the punks’ disregard for social niceties is immediately created by their refusal to order despite Marcia’s fear that, “We’ll get thrown out if we don’t have something.” Her questioning rebounds against their insistence that nothing is of any importance, including any answers they might give her. They mock one of the waitresses, whom Marcia immediately identifies with; their conversation offers duelling ideologies where neither ideology is stated. Still, Marcia is thrilled by their unpredictability:

“Marcia’s surprise only grew. From surprise she went to surprise within surprise.”

If the novel seems lacking in action up to this point, be assured the final twenty pages more than make up for it. This may be a leap of faith for readers ensconced in a largely realistic narrative, but, like Marcia, I found myself breathless with the audacity of both the girls and the author.

The seven Aira novels (or novellas) I’ve read previously divide fairly evenly into those I like and those I love: this falls into the ‘love’ category without question (and not just because of the subject matter). Though still possessed of the wildness of his best work, it is also intensely coherent, following an unstoppable narrative path from Marcia’s first step to her last. Aira’s presentation of Mao and Lenin is both cartoonish and nuanced: one moment he seems to be mocking them, the next casting admiring glances. The move at the end from all-talk to all-action is a master stroke, powering us towards a genuine conclusion. This may well be the Aira I recommend to newcomers from now on.

Lost Books – The Hare

May 4, 2012

The publication of a new novel by Cesar Aira in English is now a commonplace event (two this year alone), but his first appearance in the language occurred as recently as 1998 thanks to Serpent’s Tail (and translator Nick Caistor), an imprint that was also introducing UK readers to other South American writers such as Juan Carlos Onetti and Juan Jose Saer. That novel, The Hare, is atypical of what has been published since: at a whopping 248 pages it is much longer than the slim volumes we have come to expect, and it is also much more conventional in its structure, taking the idea of resolution – so often absent from Aira’s work – to comic extremes.

The story, however, will not be unfamiliar to those who have read Portrait of a Landscape Painter as it is also set in the nineteenth century and concerns the journey of a European explorer across the pampas of Argentina. The explorer is an English naturalist, Clarke, who sets off in search of the titular Legibrerian Hare accompanied by a local guide, Gauna, and a young painter, Carlos Prior. They spend some time with the Mapuche tribe but when their chief, Cafulcura, goes missing, they are asked to help discover what has happened to him while still ostensibly searching for the hare. Both of Clarke’s companions are also seeking something: Prior has fallen in love with a Mapuche girl – “Ynuy has run away and I propose to set off in pursuit” – and Gauna is searching for a long lost sister. The hare, therefore, comes to symbolise an elusive goal (or, indeed, a narrative MacGuffin).

This is particularly appropriate as nothing in the Mapuche language can be pinned down to one meaning:

“…he (Clarke) knew that the Mapuche word for ‘law’ could also mean many other things, among which were ‘venture’, ‘suggest’, ‘stranger’, ‘know’, ‘word’ and ‘Mapuche’.”

Aira has great fun with this, particularly when it comes to Clarke’s search for the Legibrerian hare whose defining quality seems to be its ability to fly:

“They say: the hare ‘took off’. In Mapuche that verb can also mean ‘was stolen, ‘was made to vanish’. We have no reason to know of these double meanings so we understand it in its first sense, and they go on with the joke at our expense; even when you ask them if what happened is real or an interpretation, they can permit themselves to lie with the truth, as they always do. And, between you and me, I reckon that ‘hare’ is the name they give to some valuable object.”

Even the landscape around them cannot be relied upon. During the hare hunt (when Cafulcura goes missing) Clarke notices:

“The faint line of the horizon, grown fainter than ever, always kept half the participants hidden from view while, at the same time, each one was at the centre of his own circle…Space itself changed position with each sweep: it seemed as though they were watching it pass by upside down.”

(With nothing being what it seems, it will not surprise you to learn that twins are important in Mapuche mythology).

The hare, then, is little more than an excuse for the trio’s picaresque journey across the pampas. Slowly the three of them bound, perhaps initially united by the extraordinary coincidence that they are all adopted. They share stories; Clarke talks of the only woman he has loved who he lost many years ago in Argentina; Gauna reveals his search for a sister he believes possesses a valuable family heirloom. They encounter other tribes, one of which lives underground, visit the Mapuche’s great enemies, the Voroga, and take part in a mock battle.

Despite being superficially a more conventional novel, Aira’s cavalier attitude to the construction of fiction is evident. In the first chapter he paints an interesting portrait of an Argentinian leader, the Restorer of the Laws, who does not appear again. Characters’ motivations are frequently oblique or opaque. And, as I mentioned earlier, the novel’s conclusion would make Charles Dickens blush. But with this comes Aira’s charm, that sense of the story moving forward, much like the travellers, regardless, never knowing, or caring, what comes next.


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