Mrs Death Misses Death, Selena Godden (Canongate, £14.99) So what have we seen? If you are one of the characters in Lallo’s long, meandering novel, The Things We’ve Seen, which is in three parts, or books, you have seen everything and nothing. You have convinced yourself you were the fourth astronaut on the moon landing, you are exploring the Normandy coast, you are visitor to a strange artists’ colony housed in a former place of imprisonment and torture. You are caught within a web of the present day, supposition and intuition, memory and hopes. Mallo’s three parts do not link, and parts of the story or stories within each part do not link; It is like real life: ideas, experiences, perceptions and emotions scrambled together into some kind of narrative, which stumble and trips over itself as the past is misremembered and reconstructed to suit the moment. Details of films the narrators know, you will know (or I know) are recounted or interpreted wrongly, stories focus in on the wrong character or event, everything is changed and reinterpreted to suit the moment.