September books (and more films)

So I’ve finished Natalie Hayne’s No Friend To This House and my review is winging its way to The Historical Novel Society.

You can see my other book reviews for the HNS here. But, spoiler alert, I liked it.

It will be my last review for the HNS because I have other irons in the fire, which I must pull out at some time to check if they’ve reached the correct temperature.

I’m still a reviewer for NetGalley, and I’ve just finished this:

The Naked Light by Bridget Collins ***

(Due to be published by Harper Collins 25 September 2025)

Set just after the First World War, The Naked Light tells a a dark story of life in a small rural village where the inhabitants feel protected by the Face, a simple and ancient chalk image on a hillside, which acts as a kind of amulet against evil.

We follow the fortunes of beautiful spinster, Florence, her precocious and unsettling niece, Phoebe, and a female artist called Kit, who is haunted by the disfigured soldiers from her war work and moves into an old cottage which used to be the home of the Bone family, who were custodians of the Face.

The Naked Light is a slow burner, but a fascinating story of womanly love, darkly Gothic in places and peppered with a heavy dash of country folklore, which serves as allegorical device bringing home the horror of war and its effects on a small community.

Bridget Collins is imaginative and writes beautifully. This is a novel that will stay with me for some time but I struggled to like or understand some of the main characters, hence my giving it three stars.

Films worth watching (or not)

I’ve watched three films recently, only one of which I actually enjoyed (in the main).

Happy Gilmore 2 (2025)

As you’d expect, Happy Gilmore 2 is the sequel to Happy Gilmore, a sports comedy film from 1996 which Mr Grigg particularly enjoyed because it involved lots of whacking. And I quite liked the original because of the underdog-conquering-stuffy-establishment-vibe (think Eddie the Eagle and Dream Horse, two excellent examples of the genre).

Happy Gilmore 2 sees Adam Sandler reprise his role but now as a winner down on his luck. He’s a widower, an alcoholic and hasn’t played golf for years but is forced into it because his talented daughter needs to go to dance school.

I’m not keen on anything with Sandler in it and this film relies heavily on in-jokes and characters from the first movie. If, like me, you’ve forgotten those, then you’ll probably sit in front of the screen po-faced and reaching for the fast-forward button.

I can’t recommend the film but I was fascinated that Sandler recruited his wife and two daughters for peripheral roles. Keeping it in the family led me down a long internet rabbit hole which was far more enjoyable than the film.

The Naked Gun (2025)

The fourth film in the slapstick crime franchise, in which the late Leslie Nielsen made the role of cop Frank Drebin his own back in the 1980s (I just loved Police Squad!, the American comedy crime series on which the films were based), sees Liam Neeson playing Frank’s son, Frank Drebin Jnr.

If you like corny jokes, seeing Neeson stumbling around in a ridiculous setting and a plot as far-fetched as the way in which politics is going all over the world, you’ll love this. The only similarity between the two actors is their names.

I’ve never been able to take Neeson seriously since I saw him as Zeus in the dreadful 2010 remake of Clash of the Titans, where he utters the immortal line: ‘Release the Kraken’ to unleash the monster onto poor, chained-up Andromeda.

This line has been used many times during lock-ins at the Lush Places pub, although I hasten to add that lock-ins there, now it’s a community pub, are a thing of the past.

Mind you, these days, Neeson, who was in the Oscar-winning Schindler’s List (1993), doesn’t seem to take himself too seriously either, playing recent roles with as much depth as a half-inch ruler.

But I did like him in the action thriller In The Land of Saints and Sinners (2023), set in a very beautiful and stark Donegal. He plays a quiet contract killer in this surprisingly moving film.

However, I digress. The Naked Gun is terrible, apart from having ex-Baywatch beauty Pamela Anderson in the same sort of role that Priscilla Presley (who makes a cameo appearance in the latest film) played in the original.

Pam is now 58 and still a stunner, embracing the ageing process both boldly and beautifully, a shining, make-up free beacon for older women rejecting the relentless barrage of turning back time.

So I’ll let them both off for having a laugh, even if the audience is not splitting its collective sides.

The Friend (2024)

This takes a while to get going but it’s a lovely film, starring Naomi Watts as Iris, a writer coming to terms with the death of her friend and mentor, Walter, a louche author played by Bill Murray.

Set in New York, Iris finds it hard to grieve for Walter and is bottling-up her emotions. All around her, the women that were close to him have their own agendas when it comes to mourning, and seem to be expressing themselves much better than she can.

Iris has been tasked, along with Walter’s daughter, with putting together a book of his letters, but she’s struggling.

It’s not just writer’s block, but something that goes deeper.

Things begin to change when she finds herself having to look after Walter’s dog, Apollo, a Great Dane ‘the size of a pony’, which dominates her small apartment and her life.

The performances, sentiments and storyline, are lovely, particularly Bing as the massive, mournful dog.

I’ve never had a hankering for a Great Dane but I do now.

A long film (120 minutes), but definitely worth a watch. Gentle, heartwarming and touching on universal themes in a understated and layered way.

National Cinema Day

It’s National Cinema Day in the UK on Saturday.

Hundreds of participating cinemas are offering tickets to all shows for just £4, to celebrate the joy of experiencing movies on the big screen.

National Cinema Day promotional video.

In Dorset, I’m a great fan of Dorchester Plaza, an independent cinema which offers you the chance to see up-to-date films at a fraction of the price of the big multiplexes. The Plaza is just one of the hundreds of venues taking part in National Cinema Day.

It’s a bit of a hike from Lush Places to Dorchester. But it’s so worth seeing a film on the big screen, rather than waiting for it to appear on TV or watching it on a hooky Firestick which keeps buffering.

In the part of France where I’m lucky enough to spend several months of the year, we used to have the most wonderful cinema showing VO – version originale – films with French subtitles.

It’s where I saw Elvis, Rocket Man and the Aretha Franklin documentary.

Sadly, the cinema closed because the couple running it retired. I did have a fleeting notion that perhaps Mr Grigg and I should take it over but then I thought better of it.

There is nothing quite like sinking into a comfortable seat and watching a film unfold. You are transported to another time and another place, which is so much more intimate than watching it at home, even if you have a popcorn cruncher or Coke slurper sitting beside you.

With a good film, you can totally immerse yourself in the onscreen action.

In Lush Places, we have a film club which is brilliant value for money. I’ll never forget seeing a spider scuttling across the village hall’s wooden floor in embarrassment as we all sat open-mouthed at a racy scene in La Spagnola, a 2001 comedy drama directed by Steve Jacobs.

I have never looked at courgettes since without wincing.

And then there was the time a handful of us watched The Shining (Stanley Kubrick, 1980) at Halloween. It was surreal seeing Jack Nicholson prowling the scary corridors of the Overlook Hotel, with axe in hand and a terrifying grin on his face, while half a dozen of us sat on village hall chairs, with the curtains closed to the outside world where children were tricking and treating.

I love going to the pictures and always have. The first film I remember seeing is Walt Disney’s The Jungle Book at the old Taunton Odeon with my big sister in 1967 when I was six years old.

My contemporaries always say they cried when Bambi’s mother was killed by a hunter. I didn’t, but I wept buckets when Mowgli went back to the Man Village.

I felt so sorry for Baloo. It was just how imagined my mother feeling (she didn’t) when I first went to primary school at the age of five. How would she cope without me, the baby of five, helping with her daily chores on the farm?

I had the joy of studying film and television history as part of my Open University degree in humanities. I struggled with some modules but I slam dunked that one.

In no particular order, here are ten classic film sequences from some of my favourite films (I will endeavour to do a post on British films and foreign language ones at some point. I love them all):

The Hula Hoop scene in The Hudsucker Proxy (Coen brothers, 1994)
Dance scene, Witness (Peter Weir, 1985)
Random Harvest ending (Mervyn LeRoy, 1942)
The King Louie scene, The Jungle Book (Walt Disney, 1967)
Do-Re-Mi, The Sound of Music (Robert Wise, 1965)
Ride of the Valkyries helicopter assault, Apocalypse Now ( Francis Ford Coppola, 1979)
Roller skate chase, The Big Store (Charles Reisner, 1941)
Binary Sunset, Star Wars: A New Hope (George, Lucas, 1977)
Chunk confesses to the Fratellis, The Goonies (Richard Donner, 1985)
Meeting Frau Blucher, Young Frankenstein (Mel Brooks, 1974)

What we’re reading and watching

Books

With all the rain we’ve had, the door on the village telephone box library is jammed shut.

Luckily, I have a number of great books on my Kindle still to read, thanks to NetGalley, which provides advance reader copies of digital books in exchange for an honest review.

I’ve just finished reading The Ministry of Time by Kaliane Bradley. It’s not out yet – I had a review copy – but it’s such a compelling novel.

I’m generally a low scorer (something has to be pretty amazing for me to award it five out of five) but I gave the book four stars on Goodreads.

Here’s my review :

This is an astonishing debut. Time travel, romance, comedy and thriller, all beautifully constructed and written with literary flair.
In the near future, the unnamed protagonist works as a civil servant for The Ministry of Time in London as a ‘bridge’ between her world and her charge, a naval officer from the 19th century who history says disappeared in the frozen north, with the rest of the ill-fated crew. The plot follows the twists and turns of their relationship with each other, with authority, their pasts, presents and future and the wider world.
This was a compelling, easy read with much humour and pathos. Can see it making a great film or television series.
Thank you NetGalley and the publishers for an advance review copy of this novel.

Lo and behold, the novel is being made into a television serial.

Imagine what it must feel like to have your work adapted for the small and big screens. It’s happening to someone I know who worked at the Dorset Echo the same time as I did, albeit in different offices. It must be incredible, if a little scary, to see someone else nurturing your ‘baby’ for a different medium and audience.

Joanna Quinn’s The Whalebone Theatre, a family epic, coming-of-age novel and wartime thriller set in Dorset and France, is to get the television treatment. I loved the novel and gave it five stars.

I’m about to start reading Andrew McMillan’s Pity and The Women by Kristin Hannah.

Television

We’re still plodding through Blue Bloods (CBS), the multi-season police drama with Tom Selleck heading a family of New York cops embroiled in crime and political intrigue. It’s an easy series to watch, with self-contained episodes and likeable, hardworking characters, and nothing too taxing for an addled brain to take in late in the evening.

We’ve just started True Detective (Amazon Prime), a crime and mystery drama which is providing to be uncomfortable and brutal viewing. The jury is still out on this one. Maybe I need to get past season one. I’m done with stories that feature hideous crimes with women as victims.

There are times when our preferred viewing is just not compatible. Mr Grigg is currently watching Masters of the Air (Apple TV), an American war drama mini-series, and I’m watching Daisy Jones and the Six (Amazon Prime), which charts the rise and fall of a fictional 1970s rock band not dissimilar to Fleetwood Mac.

I wasn’t keen on the book but I’m enjoying the show, particularly the gorgeous Riley Keough, the granddaughter of Elvis and Priscilla Presley. She’s mesmerising.

Films lined up to watch include Saltburn (Amazon Prime), which I’m plucking up the courage to see after hearing someone talk about it in the pub, and One Love, the biopic of Bob Marley, in cinemas now, which looks amazing.