Posted April 29, 2007on:
By Tuesday, I realised, my reading would be monopolised by testosterone, once I started Don Quixote for Tilting at Windmills and The Good Soldier for Slaves of Golconda. So I examined my bookshelves ie browsed through LibraryThing, and picked out Diplomatic Baggage: The Adventures of a Trailing Spouse by Brigid Keenan. Yes, I know, it’s the dreaded memoir (shudder) but this one seems to be a lot of fun rather than woe-is-me accounts of life without daddy or how I conquered dyslexia.
I bought it after reading Ahdaf Soueif’s recommendation of in The Guardian last year: Another book with perfect tone – although of a very different kind – is Brigid Keenan’s Diplomatic Baggage: The Adventures of a Trailing Spouse (John Murray). I alarmed people by laughing out loud while reading it. Its comedy is perfectly judged; it’s surprising, astute, brilliantly observed and very human.