Stuck-in-a-Book’s Weekend Miscellany

Oh dear… well, it is still the weekend. But I’ve been busy planning a murder mystery party, so that’s my excuse for not blogging earlier! And great fun it was too – we played it out this evening, set in a cake shop called For Goodness Cake! (aka our lounge) and gave me an excuse to splurge on a beautiful tiered cake stand, which I’m show off soon. And I already had a beautiful non-tiered cake stand… I may be developing an obsession.

Anyway, I wrote a murder with nine parts, all unisex so they could be distributed randomly, and I think it worked quite well. Lots of fantastic acting going on all round! Great fun – and all to celebrate my housemate Debs’ birthday. The present I gave her was, of course, books… some gems I found in Malvern. I thought I’d give her books I’d loved, and hope for the best – so she got rather lovely old copies of The Enchanted April by Elizabeth von Arnim, Mrs. Miniver by Jan Stuther, and the Collected Short Stories of Saki.

Anyway, enough of my news – let’s leap towards the book, blog post, and link. Not much colour this weekend, as that’s the bit which takes the most time, and I need to sleep…

1.) The link – comes courtesy of Nancy, thanks Nancy – fancy living in the house in Rye which has housed E.F. Benson, Henry James, and Rumer Godden? (Not all at the same time, you understand…) Well, you can rent it! I can’t believe this is true, and wish I had the money and the desired ability to garden… I’d love it if a SiaB reader got the gig. Have a look here.

2.) The blog post – is Simon S’s very interesting post on blog commenting. Some people find blogging-about-blogging (meta-blogging, if you will) tiresome, some find it fascinating – I am one of those who finds it fascinating, and could read about it all day. The ways people go about it, the decisions they make, etc. etc…. so interesting. And so I’ve enjoyed everyone’s thoughts on commenting on blogs. And apologise once again for my laxness in replying to comments – Must Do Better.

3.) The book – I spent much of today reading The Uncanny by Nicholas Royle. When a publisher told me they were issuing his novel Quilt, and would I like a copy, I thought – gosh, how uncanny (ahem). And said yes. And it sounds right up my street – here’s the blurb:Facing the disarray and disorientation around his father’s death, a man contends with the strange and haunting power of the house his parents once lived in.

He sets about the mundane yet exhausting process of sorting through the remnants of his father’s life – clearing away years of accumulated objects, unearthing forgotten memories and the haunted realms of everyday life. At the same time, he embarks on an eccentric side-project. And as he grows increasingly obsessed with this new project, his grip on reality seems to slip.It sounds like a combination of things I’ve loved in novels by Edward Carey and Stephen Benatar, as well as reminding me of ‘Daughters of the Late Colonel’ by Katherine Mansfield… and utterly irresistible. I think it may form part of a little project I’m intending to undertake next weekend, which I’ll tell you about soon…

Malvern is a town of plenty

First things first – this afternoon I spent ages going back and replying to comments from the last month’s worth of blog posts (give or take a few of the most recent) – I do mean to do this much more frequently, but somehow get behind… so if you asked a question and are awaiting the answer, or just fancied some sort of feedback, then it should be there now! Right… onto tonight’s post.


Confession time… Last weekend was a fun-packed reunion of some folk from my Masters course, and we had a high old time. All sorts took place, but today we’re talking about Malvern. Long-term readers of SiaB might just about remember a trip I took there two years ago (from which I have unceremoniously nabbed photos, since I didn’t take my camera at the weekend). It’s one of my favourite places – a spa town in Worcestershire, close(ish) to where I grew up, with pretty parks and – most importantly – a fantastic secondhand bookshop. Very reasonable prices, and an excellent selection, The Malvern Bookshop is definitely worth seeking out.


This might be sounding alarm bells… and rightly so, because… I bought a book. Sorry, no, make that two books. Ok! Stop interrogating me! I bought three books!

Ahem. That’s six weeks of my allowance. Which takes me up to halfway through September. *Sigh* It’s going to be a lean, lean August… leeeean, lean, lean.

But enough self-pity. You’re only really interested in which books I’ve bought, aren’t you?

Jane Austen by Sylvia Townsend Warner
I know very little about the ‘Writers and Their Work’ series (although this website is fairly informative) but this is its second appearance on Project 24 – earlier I bought Pamela Hansford Johnson’s Ivy Compton-Burnett. This was another irresistible combination of authors…

Are They The Same At Home? by Beverley Nichols
I still haven’t read anything by Mr. Nichols, despite accruing quite a few, but this collection of portraits of notables, originally published in Sketch in 1926. To be honest, I haven’t heard of most people featured, but mentions of E.F. Benson, Margaret Kennedy… it all looked too fun to ignore.

The Provincial Lady Goes Further by E.M. Delafield
Look away now, Colin… Yes, I do have a copy of this… but not one with A.P. Watt’s illustrations! Plus this is my favourite of the series, and it will be nice to have it separate from the others… oh, I have no excuses, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave it there…


Oh, and we went to The Theatre of Small Convenience – and enjoyed an 8 minute puppet show in rhyme about a turtle evading being baked in a pie. Possibly aimed at children… but we loved it, and it’s charmingly done. Plus, four out of the five of us were vegetarian, so we cheered on our cause!

Those shelves, redux

Sorry posting has been so haphazard of late… and thank you for your lovely messages about Lylah. The funeral was a perfect send-off, and she’d have been very pleased. But – as a lady who listed, in an interview she once did for the local paper, her greatest extravagance as ‘books’ – she’d be very happy for us to move onto that most excellent of extravagances…

You might remember what my shelves looked like the other day… Well, now everything is in place and there’s even a little bit of room for more. Don’t try and compare photos too closely, because I madly decided to change everything around again – so the books didn’t have chance to settle down before they were up and moving again.

I know book-organisation is something most of us are interested in (which is a mystery to many of my friends, who just cram their books onto shelves without any sense of order. Not that the arbitrary method is necessarily bad – viz. Howards End is on the Landing, which I’ve just started rereading – but it only really counts if it’s a conscious decision… the sort of decision non-bibliophiles wouldn’t even consider. Mine are done thematically, and then alphabetically within that… sort of. Some are just in height order…

Bookshelves (1.)


Need you ask about the first one and a half shelves? All my lovely Persephone Books. And it made sense to follow them up with Virago books… and the rest of these shelves are taken up with what I call ‘doveish’ books – i.e. they correspond to the undefinable but unmistakable tastes of the dovegreybooks online reading group (not to be confused with dovegreyreader – we came first!) Oh, except for the bottom shelf, which is, er, books which would fit onto a small shelf… and books I’ve read which I’m waiting to blog about. And Jane Austen, and Mapp and Lucia.

Oh, and the bottom shelf is for books I’m currently reading (supposedly).

Bookshelves (2.)


Top shelf: diaries and notebooks; SPACE FOR MORE BOOKS!
2nd shelf: Christian books; Those which I’m calling ‘other’ – mostly post-1960 novels, and those which didn’t fit in anywhere else
3rd shelf: Books relating to my research; library books (some crossover here!)
And then CDs, which aren’t of interest here…

Bookshelves (3.)


Top shelf: Virginia Woolf (primary)
2nd shelf: Virginia Woolf (secondary); Bloomsbury and other similar books (Katherine Mansfield, Roger Fry, etc.)
3rd shelf: Books to Read Soon. This incorporates my Must Read Soon, Must Read Very Soon, and Must Read Immediately shelves from the previous house… These should be in some sort of order, but currently they’re not.
4th & 5th shelves: books waiting to be reviewed. And some which should be on the 6th shelf…
6th shelf: Non-fiction, literary theory, diaries, letters, that sort of thing…

So, there we are! They’ll probably all be rearranged at some point, but I’m quite happy with it for now… and, of course, at the moment books aren’t scattered across every remaining surface. This will, naturally, change.

Failure….

The post I meant to put up will have to wait, because I’ve got the wrong bits of my camera out… so instead I shall tell you how I’ve failed at a recent book.

I mentioned it a while ago, and it was for book group tonight (which I actually didn’t attend, because I’d forgotten Our Vicar and Our Vicar’s Wife were passing through on their way from visiting friends far up north). Yes, it’s The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo. I don’t often give up on books, but I gave up on this… because I was finding it so infernally dull, and then I read Elaine’s recent post on it, and thought that it might develop into the wrong sort of not-dull…

I know it’s an enormously successful series, and has highlighted all sorts of violence against women which needs uncovering, but… well, I might be able to admire the author’s intentions, but I can’t admire his writing. Another failure with very popular books… I’ll retreat to my idiosyncratic doctoral research and my 1930s housewives’ novels, thanks very much…

Of greater worth than gold


By the time you read this, I will be at the funeral of a lady called Lylah Goodwin. It was not unexpected, but is not really less sad for that. Lylah was a lovely, witty, literary, very musical and devotedly Christian lady who lived in my old village (Eckington) for most of her 70+ years. She taught us the piano, and I have stayed in touch since. But Lylah Goodwin has a very special place in my heart and life for one especial reason – and it is one which may well have spilled over into your lives. For it was Lylah who first told me about Miss Hargreaves – which, I’m sure you know, is one of my favourite novels. She was so pleased when it was republished by the Bloomsbury Group, and reread it in its new incarnation. I will reread Miss Hargreaves many times, and will think of her every time.

Lylah was able to plan the readings and hymns she wanted, and today at the service I will be giving a reading which she chose:
1 Peter 1: 3-9 (NIV)

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, 4and into an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade—kept in heaven for you, 5who through faith are shielded by God’s power until the coming of the salvation that is ready to be revealed in the last time. 6In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. 7These have come so that your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may be proved genuine and may result in praise, glory and honour when Jesus Christ is revealed. 8Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy, 9for you are receiving the goal of your faith, the salvation of your souls.
I won’t be reading this at the funeral, but this conversation between Norman and his father from Miss Hargreaves feels like a fitting tribute to a very special lady.

“An idea of mine,” he said. “Just an idea of mine. About sound. Go and strike a great fat arpeggio chord of D flat on the piano, boy.”

I went to the piano.

“Hold the loud pedal down,” he said. “Strike bass D flat – then A flat a fifth higher – then tenor F – and so on right up the piano to the highest F. Then sit still with your foot down on the loud pedal. Listen. You’ll understand something.”

I did as he commanded, very slowly and powerfully striking the notes, then sitting silently, the loud pedal down, and listening. Slowly, slowly the great chord trembled away into space. For nearly a minute we could hear it. It was hard to break the silent afterwards – a silence that was no longer a silence and never, never could be again.

“My Goodness!” I said.

“Hush!” whispered father. He stood at the window, looking out. “Still there,” he murmured. “Never dies, you know. Never dies. Going on, all round the world, my boy. You can’t cancel it. That’s my idea. You and your Miss Hargreaves – that chord, my tune. Mysteries, boy; all mysteries. Don’t be surprised at anything. When you understand what that chord does, you’ll be near to understanding everything.”

A Vote….


There are so many reviews I want to write, and I’m always too sleepy! You’ll have to do with the tidbit that today I read from a book called The Gaping Pig. Its subtitle is Literature and Metamorphosis, which spoils the image of what could have been an intriguing novel… plots on a postcard, please.

On my blog I’ve occasionally thrown out little votes, to find out whether blog readers prefer Hardy or Dickens; Charlotte or Emily Bronte; Art or Music etc. Today’s might not apply to a lot of people, but it’s about writers’ (or, indeed, any published) letters and diaries. Do you prefer reading diaries or letters? Your instinct might be to say “both” (or perhaps “neither”) but if it is “both”, think a little deeper and you might well have a preference…

OK – here it is: Letters or Diaries – post in the comments, with reasons if you like, and we’ll see which is the victor!

Bits and Pieces

Well, it’s nearly sorted out here… all the books are out (hurrah!) except for some which seem to be hiding – and I’ve managed to fill a box to go home with Our Vicar and Our Vicar’s Wife when they visit next week.

Sorry I haven’t responded to comments on the last few posts yet, promise I will soon. Perhaps I’d have done so in spare moments at work today, but I managed to leave my glasses at home (or rather, couldn’t find them this morning) so was avoiding using a computer screen too much. When I got home… of course they were right in front of me. Hmm.

A couple of links to keep you going, whilst I think about proper reviews and suchlike – firstly, Karen has posted the latest Wikio literary blog rankings, and I’m pleased to see lots of my favourite people there – not least Karen herself, who has rocketed into second place. I’m surprised and pleased to see I’m still in at fourth – I haven’t a clue how these rankings work or how reliable their algorithms are, but… oh, it’s a bit of fun, isn’t it?

And do pop over to Elaine’s blog to read about lovely Judi Dench at the Proms. Video of Judi Dench’s performance of Send in the Clowns should be below… simply stunning.

And, since this is supposed to be a book blog, what am I reading? Primarily Barbara Comyns’ Birds in Tiny Cages, but also The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo for book group… which is proving to be wholly unsuccessful. I may well give up on it… more on that soon. Oh, and I’ve just finished making notes from an interesting book by Rosemary Jackson called Fantasy: The Literature of Subversion.

Have a good Thursday, everyone! I shall be making Meringue Gateau Mark Two – this time with raspberries and kiwi fruit. Mmmmm….

Cake Galore!

All moved in, sadly no books yet unpacked (despite me theoretically setting aside tonight to do it… and my ironing, incidentally, which also hasn’t happened). Luckily I put a couple of books in my last minute bag, so haven’t been short on reading material.

As promised – or rather, as offered – here is the recipe for the Apricot Meringue Gateau I made the other day. Basically I took two different recipes from Afternoon Teas: Homemade Bakes & Party Cakes and doctored them a very small amount. To be honest, you can substitute any fruit for the apricot – I think this would be lovely with mixed berries and kiwi fruit, for instance. It was all much easier than I anticipated. But – warning – you will need an electric whisk. Or lots of muscles.

Whenever I put recipes up, I assume total ignorance, and that lots of things will go wrong. This is because I hate recipes which assume you have an encyclopaedic knowledge of baking (‘until it is the consistency of creme brulee’ or whatever) and especially those which don’t give warning for the things which might collapse or crumble or not work… Basically I’ve added my own irreverent comments to each step. Ok, warnings done, here is the recipe:


1.) Preheat the oven to 160C/325F/Gas Mark 3. Grease and line two circular sandwich tins. Nobody EVER does this first, but recipes always put it first, so I’m going to follow suit.

2.) Whisk four egg whites until they’re stiff – i.e. they hold their position if you make little mountains in them. (Separating eggs is, I discovered, much easier using your hands – break the egg, put the lot in your hands over the bowl, and pass the yolk between your hands until there is no egg white yet.) I couldn’t find any use for four left over egg yolks… any ideas?

At this stage, and indeed all the whisking stages, whisking too much is better than whisking too little, I find… obviously, as Goldilocks would say, whisking just the right amount it best.

3.) Add 110g/4oz/half a cup of soft light brown sugar (brown caster), and continue to whisk until the mixture softens again. Then fold in the same amount of sugar again, with a little vanilla essence. ‘Fold in’ is one of those lovely baking phrases which everyone interprets to their own discretion – I see it as stirring but with a horizontal, rather than circular, motion. Oh, and vanilla essence is one of those ingredients that surely can’t ever really be necessary, but feels fun.

4.) Put half the mixture in each tin, spread evenly, and bake for 40 minutes. Leave to cool. But of course we’ll be getting on with the next bit, not just watching it cool. A tip I nabbed from Delia Smith, and which seemed to work, is to turn the oven off after about 30 minutes or so, and then leave it in the cooling oven for… well, any time really. I left it in for about 25 minutes in a cooling oven. And I have no way of telling whether a meringue is cooked or not – it’s obvious on top, but not so obvious underneath. What with the top getting in the way.

5.) Now for the filling. Whisk (or, indeed, whip) 300ml/half a pint/1.25cups of double cream. That might be known as ‘heavy cream’ in America? Basically, the least healthy cream on which you can lay your hands. The recipe book suggests you whip it alongside 25g/1oz/4 tablespoons of icing sugar (also known as confectioners’ sugar?) which I did, but I think it would have been quite sweet enough without it. Chose, based on the sweetness of your tooth…

6.) Chop up the contents of a 150g/50z drained can of apricots into fairly sizable chunks – quarters, say? (Tinned apricots should give you a weight and a drained weight – make sure you get the drained weight, i.e. without the water.) That’s the least amount you could use – I feel it could easily have had a few more. I suppose you could use real apricots, but let’s pretend you’re not.

7.) Divide your chopped apricots into four piles. (This is where I depart from the recipe, which wants you to keep them all together.)
–If you have a food processor, then process two of the quarters, and stir into about two thirds of the whipped double cream. If, like me, you don’t own a food processor, then add them to the whipped double cream and whisk it a bit more, covering the bowl with your other hand, so that it doesn’t go everywhere…
–then loosely stir in another quarter. And put the mixture in the fridge.
–Yes, you’ve got another quarter of the chopped apricots and a third of the whipped cream left… be patient!

8.) While you’re waiting for the meringues to cool, get working on the caramelised sugar shapes. If, like me, the idea is terrifying – be calm! I found this quite surprisingly easy. That might be a fluke, and I’ll never manage it again, but… we’ll see!

9.) Line a baking sheet (or any flat surface, really) with baking paper/parchment. Heat 6 tablespoons of granulated sugar gently, until it melts, then increase the heat and cook until a spoonful hardens when dropped into cold water. The key here, I think, is heating it really gently and slowly to start with. I stared at it for ages, and it was doing nothing. I started to wonder whether the heat was turned on, whether the book was lying, whether the sugar was somehow heat resistent… but no, it just needed time to contemplate melting. And the spoonful-hardens-in-water thing sounds like fanciful recipe book nonsense, but it worked – it even made a clink against my glass bowl. It made me feel a little like a magician.

10.) Drizzle the sugar into decorative shapes. So says the recipe book. As you can see, my ‘decorative shapes’ are just blobs. But it was fun, and so easy – put a small amount on a wooden spoon, and drizzle it around. Add more to each shape if you want to. Maybe next time I’ll be ambitious and spell out my name or something, but my baking parchment wasn’t quite level, so the melted sugar ran everywhere. Perhaps you should use some to weigh down the corners first?

11.) Compiling Time!
–Turn one cooled meringue-filled-baking-tin onto a plate. This is where I accidentally dropped the tin onto the oven, and caused earthquake-like cracks throughout the meringue. Oops. Have it upside down, so the softer side is in the middle of the gateau.
–Spread the meringue/cream mixture on top
–Put the second meringue on top. Try and keep the top uppermost… might involve some judicious juggling, or turning onto another surface first, but the firm bit needs to be on top. (And you know how fragile meringue can be. Maybe use cream as an adhesive…)
–Spread the remaining cream on top.
–Scatter the remaining apricots over the top (you knew there was a reason these were left!)
–Add your decorative sugar shapes – and we’re all done for a yummy, oh-so-healthy (ahem) pudding!

Do let me know if you give it a go…

Moving with the times


I did promise you a multi-coloured Weekend Miscellany, but I’m afraid packing all day and carrying everything down the stairs has rather worn me out…

So, instead, I would like to know your reading suggestions on the topic of moving house! Can you think of any?

Only one comes to my mind – Persephone book and Virago Modern Classic The New House by Lettice Cooper. That dual honour for this 1930s novel is warranted – it’s a fascinating novel for many reasons, but especially in terms of contemporary class shifts, including those between masters and servants… Rhoda came into the kitchen and stood just inside the doorway, looking shy. She always felt shy when she penetrated to that downstairs world. The life lived so near to them and so far apart from them was a dark continent, full of unexplored mystery.And, of course, they move house! So, over to you… books about moving house, please. And I’ll see you on the other side…