My Top Books of 2015

Happy Christmas!

I leave it as long as possible each year, in case I read something truly wonderful in the final days of December, but this is the final post I’ll write in 2016 as I’m off to Taunton for new year out of the reaches of the internet. I always love compiling my favourite books (very much ordered by how much I liked them than by any objective assessment), and putting them in strict order, because I enjoy lists so much.

As usual, I have a couple of rules: no re-reads, and an author can only appear once. As isn’t unusual, my top ten expanded to a top twelve; it’s been a good year for reading. Without further ado…

Top books 2015

12. The Making Of (2013) by Brecht Evens
I wouldn’t say that I have completely come around to graphic books, but I have read a few now – another one was on my longlist – and I loved Brecht Evens’ beautiful watercolours and quirky tale-telling.

11. Alfred and Guinevere (1958) by James Schuyler
An NYRB gem which portrays children’s conversation astonishingly well. An author I’m keen to try again in 2016.

10. Cluny Brown (1944) by Margery Sharp
More than a decade passed between reading my first and second Sharp novels: this witty tale of a maid who gets above her station was a delight. Thanks Jane at Beyond Eden Rock for running a Margery Sharp week!

9. Anne of Green Gables (1908) by L.M. Montgomery
I finally read OVW’s favourite children’s book, and we can now be proper kindred spirits. Matthew for best father figure ever? Yup.

8. Barchester Towers (1857) by Anthony Trollope
I didn’t get around to writing about this properly, but the linked post mentions it. Am I an anomaly to finding this one (though wonderful) inferior to The Warden?

7. On the Move (2015) by Oliver Sacks
This year the world lost a great and (more importantly) kind man, but it was a privilege and pleasure to read his autobiography before he died.

6. Virginia Woolf’s Garden (2013) by Caroline Zoob
The beautiful photography in this book is probably what sells it the most – it’s breathtaking – but Zoob’s descriptions of Leonard and Virginia Woolf are also wonderful. Thanks Colin for this present last Christmas!

5. Quick Curtain (1934) by Alan Melville
Easily my favourite of the joyous British Library Crime Classics that have delighted so any of us this year – Melville’s plotting may not be Christie level, but his writing is very funny, and his quick-witted characters exchange quips brilliantly.

4. A Curious Friendship (2015) by Anna Thomasson
I can’t quite believe anybody wrote a book about Edith Olivier: Anna’s biography of Olivier’s friendship with Rex Whistler is perfectly researched, wisely told, and – above all – an immersively engaging read.

3. My Family and Other Animals (1954) by Gerald Durrell
A riotously funny memoir of life with an eccentric family on Corfu. I wasn’t enamoured by the sections of wildlife, but they are easily outweighed by the hilarious familial exchanges.

2. Nuts in May (1942) by Cornelia Otis Skinner
What a wonderful discovery! Cornelia Otis Skinner is the American E.M. Delafield in many ways – a self-deprecating wife and mother who writes hilariously about the ridiculous moments of everyday life.

1. The Shelf (2014) by Phyllis Rose
And, in at number one – this wonderful book about a reading challenge! Rose chooses to read all the books on a (more or less) random shelf from a New York library, and the various ventures it leads her on. A joy for any bibliophile.

Sylvia Townsend Warner: a biography by Claire Harman

STWYou know sometimes there are books on your shelves for years that you think you ought to have read? And then sometimes you really should have read them, cos you’ve done a DPhil partly on the author… well, better late than never, I’ve read Claire Harman’s very good biography of Sylvia Townsend Warner, originally published in 1989. And I reviewed it over at Shiny New Books for the Christmas update, as Penguin have recently reprinted it to coincide with Harman’s biography of Charlotte Bronte.

Well, whatever the reason for the reprint, it is very welcome. You can read the whole review here, but below is the beginning of it, as usual…

This marks the third biography I’ve reviewed in Shiny New Books that is about a major figure in my doctoral thesis – three out of three of them. With Harman’s biography, though, I could (and should) have read the biography while studying, but somehow never got around to it. I knew (thought I) enough about Warner’s life from reading her diaries and letters, and essays about her; the biography could wait.

Reviews in brief

To clear some of my review backlog (some, I realise, have been on my to-be-reviewed shelf for well over a year) I thought it would be good to run through some of the titles which aren’t going to get a whole post to themselves – sometimes because I don’t have much to say, but mostly where I can’t remember enough to do them justice.

A wrinkle in time

A Wrinkle in Time (1963) – Madeleine L’Engle

This is a much-loved children’s book that I’ve been intending to read for ages, but it turns out that I’m the wrong person to read it. I knew it would have time travel, but I thought it would be set on earth – instead, it’s all about other planets and funny aliens and dark forces and basically all the things that don’t fit my tastes as a reader. It was quick reading, but I shan’t be returning to any of the rest of the series. I do, though, still hold out hope for L’Engle’s other books, particularly her autobiographical writing.

Train in the Meadow

The Train in the Meadow (1953) by Robert Nathan

After reviewing Mr Whittle and the Morning Star the other day, I thought I’d see if (since ebooks are available aplenty) any audiobooks of Nathan’s work were out there. And they are! Well, a few are, and they included this intriguing-sounding short book. It was just as quick a listen as the others were quick reads, but it’s rather baffling. A train stops in a meadow; on it are a lonely boy from an orphanage, a disaffected priest, a distraught singer, a couple going through strife, etc. etc. But where are they going to, and where are they coming from? Why are they exiles, and why do they all need their papers checked by the secretive security men? None of these questions are answered – I never worked out if it were a dystopic future or an early comment on McCarthyism or what. But the atmosphere was done very well.

Running in the Corridors

Running in the Corridors (2014) by Ann Thwaite

I read these short stories, mostly about childhood, by Ann Thwaite ages ago – and feel terribly guilty for not having written about them. Thwaite is best known as a biographer (of A.A. Milne, amongst others) but is also adept at the short story – and, though I don’t remember a huge amount about these stories (which I read in April), I know that I liked them. And the volume is beautifully produced by Rethink Press. (Oh, and did you know that the etymology of corridor is ‘running place’?)

God on the Rocks

God on the Rocks (1978) by Jane Gardam

I got this in a Virago Secret Santa last year – it’s such a beautiful edition – and enjoyed reading it back in May. Despite discussing it at book group, all of the details of the novel now escape me, frustratingly, though I do remember that the end had some great stuff about art. Oh, Simon. You and your terrible memory.

Mindy Kaling

Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?(2011) by Mindy Kaling
Why Not Me? (2015) by Mindy Kaling

I read the first one of these, and listened to Kaling reading the second one, and it’s one of those rare occasions (for me) where the audio is better. She reads her book perfectly, which is hardly a surprise. Both are very amusing accounts of Kaling’s life and career in television – for those not in the know, she currently stars in The Mindy Project, which she also writes and produces. There’s not much deep and meaningful in these, but her way with comedy is very up my street – dry and self-deprecating and slightly silly.

Look Back With Mixed Feelings

Look Back With Mixed Feelings (1978) by Dodie Smith

Oh gosh, I read this one all the way back in September 2014… it’s the second volume of Smith’s autobiography, and chiefly concerns her time in various theatres (sometimes acting, often an assistant). It doesn’t have quite the charm of Look Back With Love, and perhaps I didn’t love it quite as much, but I certainly enjoyed it hugely. She is quite dry about her youthful passions and anxieties:

I have an account of that day, written in a red, leather-bound notebook in which I only described very important occasions. I say “I can’t write all I feel” – but I must have been doing my best, having turned out forty pages.

Well, there, that’s cleared the pile a little.

 

Stuck-in-a-Book’s Weekend Miscellany

Christmas tree

I hope you’re enjoying some Christmas shopping, carols round the fire, egg nog and whatnot. We’ve put our Christmas tree up at Argyle Street, accompanied by carols played on the piano – albeit arrangements of carols, which made for rather confusing singing-along-to. I think I did the last of my Christmas shopping today (though have also come down with a cold, which made a wander into town rather exhausting). Still, should be germ-free by Christmas itself, right? And here are some links to enjoy if you’re also under the weather…

1.) Queen of Crime: this is quite an old New Yorker article, but I haven’t read it before, all about Agatha Christie.

2.) A really interesting article about reading Virago Modern Classics as a man.

3.) 100 Best Novels: another list! But this one has a different spin; 81 non-British literature experts were asked to choose the best British novels. It’s a very good list, with some surprises (both in terms of inclusion and exclusion) and not just the usual suspects.

4.) Struggling with Christmas gift ideas? Let Jenny and Jenny at Reading The End help you out! More details here.

Mr Whittle and the Morning Star by Robert Nathan

Mr Whittle and the Morning StarRobert Nathan was one of the authors I was keen to keep an eye out for when I went to Washington DC earlier in 2015. On my previous trip, I’d found Portrait of Jennie by Nathan in a bookshop nearer the Folger Shakespeare Institute – a book I’d read about during my DPhil research but hadn’t been able to track down – and found it very enjoyable (and subsequently also enjoyed the film). He’s not at all easy to find in the UK, and much more common in the US, but often found around the mass market paperbacks and the second-class hardbacks…

Anyway, after scouring the shelves I managed to bring back two: The Enchanted Voyage and Mr Whittle and the Morning Star. My weekend away in Shropshire was an ideal time to treat myself to reading one of them – Nathan struck me as that sort of indulgent, probably not-very-high-quality, eminently-readable author. Either would have done, but it was Mr Whittle and his morning star that accompanied me to the house.

Well, both Robert Nathan novels I’ve read have taken me less than a day. Granted, both were short – but they are also both novels with the perfect balance of lightness and wit. They’re not great literature, but they’re also not trash; Nathan has a turn of phrase that puts him above the dross, even if it doesn’t get him into the greats.

So, what is the premise for Mr Whittle and the Morning Star? It’s the sort of quirky thing that I like: Mr Whittle is sure that the world is about to end. Not from any spotting of the four horsemen of the apocalypse or anything like that, but because of the threat of nuclear war. He tries to warn his students (he is a university professor), his wife, his 12 year old daughter – but none of them are particularly perturbed. Much like Shirley Jackson’s brilliant novel The Sundial, his announcements are met without drama, and it makes for very amusing reading. While Whittle is musing on the end times, his wife replies with anxiety about buying a new dress for their daughter.

His mind strayed into dreamy speculation. How hard it was to imagine nothingness – to realize, for instance, that no one would ever remember anything that had happened. To think that music and the alphabet and noodle soup would simply disappear into thin air, never to be mentioned anywhere again – and after such a short existence, geologically speaking. All man’s knowledge, from the wheel to penicillin…

This element of the novel was handled beautifully; Nathan apparently has quite a way with the eccentric and unusual (as I discovered in the fantastic-themed Portrait of Jennie). Sadly – for my reading enjoyment, at least – there is another element of the novel which somewhat takes over. Forty-something Whittle becomes infatuated with one of his students, the beautiful Penelope Andrews. Mrs Whittle, meanwhile, develops something of a brief relationship with one of the couple’s friends. It’s all very naive and old-fashioned (so far as affair storylines go) but also not particularly interesting – and rather distracts from Nathan’s more innovative plot.

And (spoilers) the ending is frankly bizarre – God turns up in the clouds and has a chat with Mr Whittle. Nathan more or less has enough charm to carry it off. Indeed, it is the charm of his writing that keeps me hooked throughout. I’m already excited about reading my next Robert Nathan novel, and sad that so few of them are readily available in book form (though plenty of them can be found as ebooks, some of you will be pleased to know).

Has anybody read Robert Nathan? Is anybody tempted? He was very prolific, but there isn’t that much info out there about him or his work…

 

A weekend in Shropshire

I’ve been away in lovely Shropshire for a weekend at a stunning Landmark Trust property. For those in the UK (and mainland Europe too, I think), the Landmark Trust have a range of quirky and unusual buildings that you can rent, from lighthouses and castles to martello towers and a cottage in Frenchman’s Creek. We stayed in The White House, which is less quirky than some, but entirely beautiful. It’s half-Tudor, half-Georgian, and my bedroom was the servant’s quarters. It’s the far right of the first floor, if you want to look at the floor plans by following the link above. And here are some photos…

Shropshire 2015

Six of us went, from my quiz team, and we mostly read books, quizzed each other, went on the occasional walk, and generally had a lovely, lazy time. It’s been quite difficult to get back to real life – and has confirmed how much I like Shropshire.

After spending a nice weekend (reading part or all of four books – more anon!) we went into Ludlow, where I was going to catch up with a dear friend. With a few minutes to spare, I popped into a so-called Renaissance Market, which had not-very-Renaissance secondhand books. (That reminds me of the time in Washington D.C. where somebody pointed me in the direction of the ‘Italian Renaissance building’, built circa 1900.) There was a really excellent selection, including oodles of Persephones – my housemate Kirsty picked up the seven I already had.

20151208_223537 Foreigners by Theodora Benson, Betty Askwith, and Nicolas Bentley (illustrator, of course) – having read their book about London, I thought it would be fun to see what they have to say about the rest of the world. A note in the shop warned that it wasn’t PC!

The Country Housewife’s Book by Lucy H. Yates
Consider the Years by Virginia Graham
A couple of Persephones I didn’t have – although I do have the Graham in another edition and reviewed it a while ago.

Ethel & Ernest by Raymond Briggs – I’ve been waiting to stumble across this graphic biography of Briggs’ parents ever since I watched a documentary about him. At last!

The Romance of Dr Dinah by Mary Essex – on the surface, this novel looks kinda trashy, but I’ve really enjoyed the other Mary Essex novels I’ve read. Fingers crossed that this is better than its presentation suggests!

Extra Shiny Christmas

The Christmas update to Issue 8 of Shiny New Books is now live (was, in fact, live yesterday). Head over to explore dozens of new reviews and articles, not to mention those you didn’t get around to last time.

SNB-christmas

Also, the deadline for our poetry competition has been extended until December 19th- do enter, and tell your poetry-loving friends.

The Shiny Book Club discussion of Lila by Marilynne Robinson is now ‘open’ – we hope you’ll join in, whether you love or loathe the book.

My Katherine Mansfield Project by Kirsty Gunn

my-KM-projectI love Katherine Mansfield, and I love Notting Hill Editions, so I ran towards the chance to read My Katherine Mansfield Project (2015) by Kirsty Gunn when it came up for grabs over at Shiny New Books. And it was very much a pleasure. You can read the full review over at SNB, and – as is becoming usual – below is the beginning of my review, to tempt you:

The premise for My Katherine Mansfield Project is admittedly rather niche. If one is not already a fan of Kirsty Gunn, then one had better be a fan of Katherine Mansfield (so one might think). This long essay is in essence an homage to Mansfield and her homeland and her legacy – yet, at the same time, it can be enjoyed simply as one author admiring and experiencing communion with another, while admiring and experiencing communion with a beautiful place.

More by Max Beerbohm

More by Max BeerbohmMax Beerbohm books are like buses: you wait years to read one, and then you read… well, I suppose ‘three’ would end this saying properly, but I’ve only read two. I bought another, if that helps you. Anyway, I loved More by Beerbohm, reprinted by Michael Walmer and reviewed in Shiny New Books. Full review here, but here is how it starts…

Max Beerbohm’s name is known today, if at all, as the author of Zuleika Dobson – a curious sort of modernised Greek myth, where a preternaturally beautiful woman bewitches all the undergraduates in Oxford. It is told in luscious prose, and is both entirely ridiculous and entirely enjoyable. Well, a dozen years earlier, Beerbohm was still in his 20s when he published More (1899), now reprinted by Michael Walmer in a rather lovely, good quality, striped edition.

9 Things I’ve Been Meaning To Tell You

So many reviews I’ve been intending to write! So many, in fact, that I suspect I might end up doing a mini-roundabout. But here is, instead, something of a miscellany of various bookish things that have been going on here and elsewhere.

1.) The 1938 Club – I don’t think I ever officially announced this, but the upshot of the discussion after the 1924 Club was that we’re going to do something similar every six months, picking years from different decades. Ali’s suggestion of 1938 sounded perfect to me – a time of much change, but on the cusp of much more – so Karen and I will be hosting the 1938 Club together next April. More news more nearer the time, but consider yourself forewarned!

2.) Proust – I now have three books about reading Proust, and have loved one of them, so I decided I should actually read some of him. Since making that decision, I’ve been keeping an eye out for a nice edition of the beginning of Remembrance of Things Past, and found it in Oxfam:

Proust

3.) Alice – it’s the 150th anniversary of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland being published, and I wrote a fun quiz for OxfordWords which will help you find out which character you are. Go and enjoy

4.) Word of the Year – speaking of work, it’s been super busy recently as we do our annual Word of the Year announcement and campaign. That was one of the reasons I haven’t blogged much lately, and it was also really fun and stretching (as I wrote and ‘directed’, sort of, a sketch to accompany the campaign). In case you haven’t seen what the WOTY was, all is revealed over at OxfordWords.

5.) I bet she does – here’s another beauty I picked up in a charity shop:

Don't Open the Door

6.) A Little Life – I still have zero intention of reading this contentious book, but love reading about it. Thomas’s wonderful review highlights all the reasons why I’m sure I’d hate it, and this snipey exchange between reviewer and editor (highlighted by Teresa)

7.) Tea AND BooksNovel Tea Tins got in touch ages ago mentioning their beautiful book-shaped tea tins filled with fancy teas, and I’ve been trying to remember to mention them ever since. Pop over and take a look!

8.) Every English Novel Ever – enjoy this description of Every English Novel Ever, via Karen at Cornflower. It’s hilarious, and I super want to read that novel.

9.) Retirement? – ages ago I was asked if I could recommend books to read in retirement. Nothing to make you feel young like it being assumed that you’re near retirement when in your 20s (as I was then!) Well, I told Age UK Mobility a couple of books I’d recommend, and they never emailed back… but turns out they DID accept them, and they’re amongst various others here.