Parnassus on Wheels by Christopher Morley

If you can cast your mind back to 27th November 2007 and this post (yes, that is 16 months ago) you’ll remember Danielle and I did a book swap. Miss Hargreaves sailed across the Atlantic, and in return I got two books by Christopher Morley – Parnassus on Wheels and The Haunted Bookshop, both featuring Southern farmer’s-sister Helen McGill and travelling bookseller Mr. Mifflin. And earlier this month I got around, finally, to reading… er, one of them. But it was rather brilliant so I will be reading the second one soon.*

Parnassus on Wheels, which is nice and short, was written in 1917 and has that unmistakable early-20th century tang to it. Wise, straight-talking women of the sort people like Ethan Frome probably stumbled over all the time. Helen McGill, said straight-talking woman – at one pointshe measures a length of time as ‘about as long as it takes to peel a potato’ – lives a life of domestic routine on a farm, and is disgruntled rather than delighted when her brother someone writes a book which becomes famous. She burns letters from publishers and tries to distract him from this high-falutin’ life, which seems insignificant compared to finding all the eggs in the farmyard.

Until Mr. Mifflin comes along, in his Parnassus. A travelling wagon, the sides come down to reveal shelves of books, which he travels the countryside selling. His patter is wonderful; he truly believes in the power of good literature for anyone and everyone (often his only competition is the man who has been around the area previously, selling everyone bound funeral orations). Known as The Professor to most, he is a firecracker, but one with an utterly infectious love of books.
“No creature on earth has the right to think himself a human being if he doesn’t know at least one good book. The man that spends every evening chewing Piper Heidsieck at the store is unworthy of to catch the intimations of a benevolent Creator. The man that’s got a few good books on his shelf is making his wife happy, giving his children a square deal, and he’s likely to be a better citizen himself.”

However, he’s come to the farm to sell Parnassus on Wheels to Helen’s brother, Andrew. His literary reputation makes him a potential seller – and Mr. Mifflin wants to retire. Simply to prevent the distraction to her brother, Helen decides to buy it – leaving a note for her brother:

Dear Andrew, Don’t be thinking I’m crazy. I’ve gone off for an adventure. It just came over me that you’ve had all the adventures while I’ve been at home baking bread […] I’m going off for a little while – a month, maybe – to see some of this happiness and hayseed of yours. It’s what the magazines call the revolt of womanhood. Warm underwear in the cedar chest in the spare room when you need it. With love, Helen.

How can you not like a woman like that?
So, off she goes. Mr. Mifflin shows her how, and soon Helen’s off selling the books herself – though as exuberantly wonderful a creation as Mr. Mifflin can’t stay out of the narrative for too long, and he’s back soon, and in the sequel. This short novel isn’t filled with ‘exciting adventures’ (though there are one or two) – rather it is a paean to the love of books in whatever shape or size they come, and a good-humoured, sensible depiction of a slightly bizarre couple of people pursuing a slightly bizarre aspiration. Utterly wonderful, it’s one of my books of the year already, and I encourage any and every book-lover to give it a go.

*Soon is a relevant word. I mean before books become obsolete.

The History Book On The Shelf…

Sorry to start this post by setting the cultural barrier quite low… if you don’t recognise the lyric in the post title, then consider yourself much more highbrow than me.

As promised, The History Boys by Alan Bennett. I did the unthinkable and came to this play through the film first – in fact, I still haven’t seen it on stage, but I have read it. What first attracted me to the film was the shots of Magdalen in the trailer – I thought it would be fun to see my place of residence on the big screen. As it turned out, the shots from the trailer were about all you saw of Magdalen in the film. Which makes sense, as they only go to Oxford towards the end…

A bit of plot synopsis, for those who don’t know. It’s a 1980s boys’ school, and eight students are going for a place studying History at Oxford. They have a wise, quirky, lonely teacher Hector – and in is brought a savvy, slightly awkward teacher Irwin. In between is the quite wonderful feminist teacher Mrs. Lintott. The play is really about different styles of knowledge and uses of it, and the purposes of education. Hector has taught them enormous amounts of interesting facts, but focuses equally on re-enactments of famous film scenes, and practising French through rather bizarre scenarios. Irwin is all about getting them into Oxford, teaching them the way to answer interview questions which is a little edgy, a little conspicuously different. Hector thinks examinations ‘the enemy of education’, and thinks with the boys that he has ‘lined their minds with some sort of literary insulation, proof against the primacy of fact’ – Irwin sees this trivia as ‘gobbets’ to be sprinkled into any exam or interview answer.

I didn’t think much of the film. All the acting was great, but the fact that almost everyone was lusting after each other (which I missed out of the synopsis because it’s complicated and quite dull) rather ruined it. Reading the play, there are so many fascinating ideas in it – alongside genuine wit – and it isn’t all clear-cut. It seems that Hector is right to start with – but so much of the entertainment of the play comes from these ‘gobbets’, out of context, out of passionate discovery. Tricky. The depiction of Oxford is hideously out of date, even for the 1980s, but Bennett’s introduction detailing his own application experiences is worth the cover price alone.
Bennett’s major achievement is having so many distinct schoolchildren. So many in fiction are good or disruptive or clever-but-misunderstood, and so forth – these are all intelligent creations and memorably characterised. Dakin – cheeky, bright, canny – is the most impressive, perhaps, but I grew fond of vulnerable Posner and authentic Scripps. Having seen the original cast members in the film, they are inextricably linked in my mind – especially Frances de la Tour’s beautifully sardonic portrayal of Mrs. Lintott – and this helped a reading of the play.

Do seek out a copy to read, or hopefully a local theatre will put it on (is someone still touring with it? I don’t know. Obviously the original cast aren’t). And you could watch the film, but it doesn’t do The History Boys justice at all.

The Play’s The Thing

This morning I handed in the thesis I mentioned the other day, and I have a few days off before I need to start thinking about my dissertation (the difference in definition is perhaps negligible, but in practice a thesis is 5-7000 words and a dissertation is 10-12000). My end-of-year book total is going to be quite massive for 2009, and that’s because of all the plays I’ve been reading, which can be got through in an hour or so (can’t take longer to read than they are to watch, I figure). But, though they’ve dominated my reading this year, they’ve not been mentioned much on Stuck-in-a-Book. A bit like the elephant in the room – or perhaps rhinoceros would be a more apt theatrical simile.

Difficult to discuss them all, though below is a list of the ones I’ve read over the past three months in case anyone wants to launch into a discussion about any of them, or ask me to elucidate – I’ll talk about two or three over the next few days, and welcome any suggestions!

Drama is a surprisingly unpopular medium for study amongst my masters course. We all like prose or poetry best (which is a rather reductive statement, but seems to hold true) while most of the group put drama a distant third – for myself, it is second to prose, but not too far behind, and far above poetry. The history of theatre, and how performance influences text and vice versa, fascinates me – studying Shakespeare from contingent angles of the effects of actors, stages, all male casts, printers etc. etc. was captivating. In fact, the whole history of theatre interests me – because the texts are so unstable, presented in inherently variable performances, but all this can be imagined and investigated by reading a playscript too. Now I’m babbling, but I hope I can make my enthusiasm contagious, because so few people seem to read plays! Even those who love going to the theatre (and of course this is the ideal way of experiencing plays) find it difficult to read plays themselves. I think AA Milne helped me read plays, because he wrote so many of them and he was the first author I got really excited about post-teenage reading.

So. The list. Do say any you’ve read, or would like to hear more about. I’m going to kick off tomorrow with The History Boys by Alan Bennett.

The Colleen Baum – Dion Boucicault
The Octoroon – Dion Boucicault
Black Ey’d Susan – Douglas Jerrold
The Bells – Leopold Lewis
Uncle Tom’s Cabin (adapted) – George L. Aiken
Mrs. Warren’s Profession – George Bernard Shaw
The Philanderer – George Bernard Shaw
The Second Mrs. Tanqueray – Arthur W. Pinero
The Notorious Mrs. Ebbsmith – Arthur W. Pinero
Mrs. Dane’s Defence – Henry Arthur Jones
A Woman of No Importance – Oscar Wilde
The Master-Builder – Henrik Ibsen
The Lady From The Sea – Henrik Ibsen
Hedda Gabler – Henrik Ibsen
A Taste of Honey – Shelagh Delaney
The Lion in Love – Shelagh Delaney
The Deep Blue Sea – Terence Rattigan
The Winslow Boy – Terence Rattigan
Separate Tables – Terence Rattigan
The Entertainer – John Osborne
The Birthday Party – Harold Pinter
Travesties – Tom Stoppard
Indian Ink – Tom Stoppard
Rock and Roll – Tom Stoppard
Arcadia – Tom Stoppard
Saved – Edward Bond
Early Morning – Edward Bond
Loot – Joe Orton
What The Butler Saw – Joe Orton
Blasted – Sarah Kane
Cloud Nine – Caryl Churchill
Making History – Brian Friel
The History Boys – Alan Bennett
Our Country’s Good – Timberlake Wertenbaker
Oh What A Lovely War – Theatre Workshop

The Letters

Fiona Robyn has been going on a blog tour with her book The Letters. Here’s her intro to the novel:

Violet doesn’t have the best people skills in the world, but when she moves to the coast after her divorce she’s determined to become a part of the community. She’s just finished a stormy relationship with a new lover when mysterious letters start arriving on her doorstep. They’re written by a young girl who’s staying in a mother and baby home, and they’re dated 1959. Who is this young girl, and why are the letters being sent to Violet?

Think you’ll agree it sounds very enticing… but sadly I didn’t find time to read The Letters before my allotted blog tour spot (what with the theses and all) – so instead I decided to challenge Fiona to a little game, involving the *other* sort of letters! A bit of a tangent (and do go find out more about the book or Fiona’s blog tour at her websites) but it really makes me want to read the copy I’ve got…


A, B, C – three adjectives to describe The Letters

Artful
Bolshy (well, the main character Violet is)
Cat-filled (this is a new adjective as I got stuck)
D – if you like d_____, you’ll like The Letters (this could be any word, a book or not)
Digging home-grown new potatoes from the dark crumbly earth
E – something to do while reading The Letters
Eat cake, of course.
F – someone to give The Letters to
Your best Friend.
G, H, I – you’re making a menu to serve with The Letters… what do you serve?
Greek salad
Horseradish (the only other food-stuff I could think of was haddock and I hate haddock)
Ice-cream (very expensive ice-cream, maybe pistachio)
J, K, L – three adjectives to describe yourself
Jokey
Kooky
Lucky
M – favourite character in fiction beginning with M?
Owen Meany (from John Irving’s marvellous A Prayer for Owen Meany)
N, O, P – find three words in The Letters beginning with these letters, to pull us in…
Nourishing
Orgasm
Puker
Q – favourite word beginning with Q?
Quintissential
R, S, T – three books you love?
Anything by Raymond Carver
Sit Down and Shut Up, Brad Warner
Tinker at Pilgrim’s Creek, Annie Dillard
U, V, W, X, Y, Z – here’s a challenge… try to write a sentence using words beginning with these letters…
Under very wet xylophones, young Zebras!

Alice

I’ve been busy today writing my thesis on [clears throat] Semiotics and the Unspoken in 1890s and 1950s Theatre. Yes sirree. That’s the subtitle, actually – the title is ‘The Inheritance of Props’, an oh-so-funny pun that not many people have understood. The Inheritance of Loss… The Inheritance of Props… geddit? Never mind.

So I’m afraid this is another relatively book-less blog. I actually have a little pile of ones I’ve finished recently which I want to write about, but all require rather more brain power than I currently have – so instead I’ll point you in the direction of something I discovered after my recent post on Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (possibly the most delight I’ve taken in a blog post ever, it was such fun).

Not only has Alice found her way to Simon at Savidge Reads (you can often see us both commenting on the same blogs, Simon S and Simon T, endearing really) but also to the silver screen. According to IMDB.com there have been 26 films or TV programmes with ‘Alice’ and ‘Wonderland’ in the title – irritatingly most follow my pet peeve of calling it ‘Alice in Wonderland’ rather than ‘Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland’. Tsk! BUT the one I wanted to draw to your attention will be coming out in 2010 – and who else but Tim Burton could direct it? He really is the perfect choice – his zaniness and humour should go perfectly with Lewis Carroll’s.

And it’s got an impressive cast, too. Since it’s Tim Burton we of course have Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham Carter, and alongside them are Anne Hathaway, Alan Rickman (I can hear Elaine’s shrieks of joy from here), Stephen Fry, Timothy Spall, Michael Sheen, Christopher Lee, Geraldine James, Frances de la Tour, Crispin Glover… Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland is one of those texts where parts could be given to more or less anyone. Stephen Fry will be the Chesire Cat – why not? And Alan Rickman the Caterpillar – sure, ok! Matt Lucas was born to play Tweedledum and Tweedledee, though.

And Alice? A relative unknown: Mia Wasikoska. She’s only nineteen, so not quite the child Alice is supposed to be, but perhaps enough ingenue about her for it to work. I can’t wait for the film – hopefully the wonderful story of Alice will survive all the stars being thrown at it, and the film will be a classic rather than a moving red carpet. Well, we’ll have to wait and see – in the meantime I’m getting ready for a re-read when I’m at home…

Cake Wrecks

What wonderful suggestions for yesterday’s question – thank you one and all. I’m especially encouraged to break my Elizabeth von Arnim novice status (own five; have read none) and read The Enchanted April. It’s down in Somerset at the moment, but I’ll be there in – appropriately enough – April, and hopefully the weather will still be lovely and Spring-like. Do keep suggestions coming.

The other tome I turned to today was Afternoon Teas: Homemade Bakes & Party Cakes which may or may not be by Valerie Ferguson (the cover claims this; Amazon claim Martha Day) – either way the recipes are actually submitted by a couple dozen different people, according to the page of publication info. Anyway, this book is absolutely beautiful to look at and flick through, even before you start baking – I can’t remember if Our Vicar’s Wife or Santa gave me this, but many thanks to whichever it was!

I don’t read many Foody Blogs, but am always breathless with admiration at those – especially Karen at Cornflower – who seem able effortlessly to bake and cook elaborate and complex things every day of the week. Phrases like “left to soak in cider overnight” and “blanched in white wine vinegar” are thrown around nonchalantly, and accompanied by photographs which are indistinguishable from those in the cookbook. Now, it’s no secret that I love baking, and my mother was once described as having ‘baking Tourettes’, but this visual thing never seems to work out for me when I steer away from your simple sponge cake. I can make things which taste very nice (and in baking it’s difficult to make anything which doesn’t taste nice – I mean it’s basically fat and sugar and a few other bits and pieces) – but presentation… not so much.

Nothing daunted, I went to Sainsbury’s (I drove there on my own! The first time I’d driven on my own anywhere!) and bought up most of their baking aisle. Afternoon Teas has some wonderful recipes in it, but I had settled on the Apricot Brandy-Snap Roulade. Mmmm. I was a little perturbed by the recipe not having any indication of difficulty, since some of the ones described as ‘easy’ looked terrifyingly difficult – I think the various contributors are the sort of people who sometimes accidentally make Victoria sponges just by walking through the kitchen, so where we mere mortals struggle to separate eggs successfully, they’ll have whipped up a five tier cake using only matchsticks.

And Mel (my housemate) and I got to work. It was all going so well. We whisked and we folded and we baked and we pureed. All was well until we had to roll the roulade… oops. We forgot to keep a slightly damp cloth over the cooling almond sponge, and thus it got too dry… Apricot Cream Sandwich, anyone? (And whoever thought four crushed brandy-snaps would adequately cover the surface were horribly wrong)


Can you tell which is the picture and which is our product? (Mel’s hands might help)
I was very much reminded of the hilarious website cakewrecks.blogspot.com, but as we’re very far from professional, we’re not eligible for submission.
But, boy, this tasted AMAZING. For anyone who buys this book (and on Amazon there are pretty cheap marketplace copies) and gives the recipe a go, I recommend not pureeing all the apricots – keep some to chop up and include like that. Less cream and more brandy-snaps, and you’re away. And follow all the instructions, unlike me…

Yes, still, despite this fiasco, I encourage any fans of the English afternoon tea to go and get a copy of this recipe book. As well as different cakes (Caramel Meringe Gateau with Sloe Gin, White Chocolate Cappuccino Gateau, the Summer Shortcake on the cover… so many…) there are sections on cookies, scones, breads, jams, and novelty cakes. I dread to think what would emerge if I tried to make the Terracotta Flowerpot cake). All of them look delicious. Even if you’re not the best baker in the world, the pictures and lay-out are done so well that you can salivate over them before popping out to the local cake shop…

Beautiful weather

It’s been a beautiful week here in Oxford – sunny, but not too hot, with unmistakably scents and sounds of spring weaving throughout the city.

Some books are calling out to be read in certain places. Tara at Books and Cooks recently wrote about ‘Just Right’ books – ones which perfectly fit the time and place and mood you’re reading them in. For me, that has to include weather and setting. Tove Jansson’s A Winter Book turned out to be perfectly fitted to a windy beach in 2007; Jane Austen is wonderful in winter by the fireside. What book is perfect for a meadow in spring? Not too hot, but sunny and breezy and the sense of new life everywhere?

Suggestions, please! I’ve just started Hallucinating Foucault by Patricia Dunbar, but, good though it is, I don’t really think it qualifies.

Poetry Please

My book group always has discussion points separate to the discussion of the book in question (favourite hero in literature; books which evoke place; most overrated books – those sort of things) and yesterday we had the simple topic ‘favourite poetry’.

And I always hit a bit of an obstacle.

There are some poems I love – a while ago I compiled a favourite eight for my friend Barbara, which I’ll share sometime if I can remember – but, aside from a small selection, poetry usually leaves me cold. Perhaps because I read quite fast, and have to really slow myself down for poetry? Perhaps because I nearly went mad trying to read The Faerie Queene? I don’t know. But I’d be happy to hear about your favourite poetry, and maybe put me back on the straight and narrow.

But I will also take a leaf out of Becca’s book, and give a poem of the day – this battles out with some AA Milne, Psalm 51 and a sonnet or two of Shakespeare’s, for my favourite poem. So atmospheric, so chilling.
(the image from this link, was a flickr image intended for the poem)

THE LISTENERS by: Walter de la Mare ‘IS there anybody there?’ said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champ’d the grasses Of the forest’s ferny floor: And a bird flew up out of the turret, Above the Traveller’s head: And he smote upon the door again a second time; ‘Is there anybody there?’ he said. But no one descended to the Traveller; No head from the leaf-fringed sill Lean’d over and look’d into his grey eyes, Where he stood perplex’d and still. But only a host of phantom listeners That dwelt in the lone house then Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight To that voice from the world of men: Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair, That goes down to the empty hall, Hearkening in an air stirr’d and shaken By the lonely Traveller’s call. And he felt in his heart their strangeness, Their stillness answering his cry, While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf, ‘Neath the starr’d and leafy sky; For he suddenly smote on the door, even Louder, and lifted his head:– ‘Tell them I came, and no one answer’d, That I kept my word,’ he said. Never the least stir made the listeners, Though every word he spake Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house From the one man left awake: Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup, And the sound of iron on stone, And how the silence surged softly backward, When the plunging hoofs were gone.

Commenting…

More housekeeping – have slightly changed the way in which comments are added to the blog. If this doesn’t work then… erm… I guess you’ll have to email me (simondavidthomas@yahoo.co.uk) because clearly you can’t comment to say the comments don’t work!

Tove Jansson and other bits and pieces

I stumbled across some exciting book news yesterday.
As you might know, I love the works of Tove Jansson – and I’ve reviewed The Summer Book, A Winter Book, and Fair Play in various places on Stuck-in-a-Book. And now I find that, in October, they’ll be publishing another Jansson novel – The True Deceiver. Sounds a little different from the others – this from the Amazon website:

In the deep winter snows of a Swedish hamlet, a strange young woman fakes a break-in at the house of an elderly artist in order to persuade her that she needs companionship. But what does she hope to gain by doing this? And who ultimately is deceiving whom? In this portrayal of two women grappling with truth and lies, nothing can be taken for granted. By the time the snow thaws, both their lives will have changed irrevocably.

Can’t wait! The Sort Of Books publications are always such beautiful objects, and I’m delighted that Thomas Teal is translating more and more Jansson books. If you’ve not read any before, start with either the Summer or Winter books, not Fair Play – that’s more of an acquired taste, I think.

Other bits and pieces which I’ve seen or had emailed to me lately…

Colin (aka The Carbon Copy) has written a witty and, to my mind, entirely accurate review of The Catcher in the Rye. Read it here, if you scroll down to the March 15th entry, especially if – like me – you’ve never understood why people like Holden. I quote Col’s review: ‘whiny, hypocritical, deadbeat loser’.

Natasha Mostert won ‘The Book to Talk About 2009’ from Spread the Word – more info here. This is the award Stuck-in-a-Book favourite Speaking of Love (by Angela Young) was shortlisted for last year.

Soizick Meister emailed me about her website showing her humorous, surreal and generally beautiful paintings, with some nice book influences (see pic) – do go and have a look. I’m always interested to hear about artists websites, either from the artist themselves or just a fan, so keep ’em coming!

www.lowlylizards.com – Peter Pnin emailed me about this innovative and unique poetry website