In 2026 I read Rogue Male by Geoffrey Household.
This book was name checked several times in Bradley’s The Ministry of Time and that piqued my curiosity enough to pick up a copy.
Ironically enough, my opinion of Bradley’s book has only gotten worse as I’ve sat with it. I’m not sure that I would write the same review today as I did the day I finished reading it. I am grateful to it for this recommendation, though.
Household’s survival thriller was a pleasure to read. The book is distinctly British and somehow also fairly cosmopolitan in a way that feels ahead of its time. There were echoes of Conrad, but I was relieved to learn in the final pages that Household is not so pessimistic as old Joe. The book is also a great example of how to write a self-deceiving narrator effectively. Household does this so well that when the truth is revealed toward the end of the book you feel a rush of catharsis alongside the unnamed protagonist.
The core emotional beats of the story are wrapped up in the insight that the personal is political and vice versa, which speaks to the modern moment in ways I wish weren’t so relevant. At the end of the day, it was a compelling thriller and an interesting character study. Not transcendent by any means, but human with a heart full of blood.