A title borrowed from the birds is rarely just scenery. Cranes flying south mark a season closing, and a novel that takes its name from the sight is telling you, before anything else happens, that it will be keeping an eye on time passing.
Lisa Ridzen arrives in our catalogue with the recording filed under fiction and literature, alongside a secondary tag for comedy and humour that is best read as a note about tone rather than a promise of jokes. Work shelved that way tends to be the sort that finds the funny side of difficult things, which is a very different proposition from a comic novel and often a more durable one. Seven and a half hours makes for a compact literary listen, the length of a novel that trusts compression.