Haworth provides

Project 24 – #12

Thank you, little lovely bookshop in Haworth, the name of which entirely escapes me – you have provided no.12 in Project 24! Susan cunningly spotted the number in the sidebar had gone up – and in fact it’s gone up again. More to follow soon… and my impressive self control diminished.

The book in question is one Our Vicar’s Wife won’t be asking to borrow: A Compton-Burnett Compendium by Violet Powell, the same lady behind a biography of E.M. Delafield. And the second ICB-related book in Project 24, fact fans.


It sounds a bit like an omnibus or a compendium, doesn’t it, but actually it seems to be one of those nearly-scholarly-mostly-appreciative books which are difficult to categorise but a delight to read. (In fact, watch out for a review of another one soon.) It has sections with admirably ICB-esque titles: ‘Tyranny Breeds Contempt’; ‘Parents and Possessors’; ‘Resurrections has its Difficulties’. I presume they’re quotations or something – there’s a lot of ICB I haven’t read. But I’ll definitely enjoy dipping in and out of this, and it can also be a nice souvenir of Bronte-land – although what Charlotte and co would have made of Ivy, I can’t begin to imagine.

Bloggers’ Meet-Up Number Two!



ANNOUNCEMENT!

Sorry if you’re not able to get to the UK for September 25th, it must be annoying to hear about it across the Pond or wherever else you are in the world, but this is to announce that there will be another Book Bloggers’ Meet-Up on Saturday September 25th in Oxford. Venue and time are tbc, but that should be enough info for now to let you know whether or not you can make it.

We’d love to see as many bloggers as can make it, whether you’ve been blogging for years or weeks! If you’re interested, and haven’t already received emails about it (everyone who emailed about the one in May *should* have been contacted) then let me know on simondavidthomas@yahoo.co.uk – doesn’t commit you to anything, of course.

And do pop all this info up on your own blogs, if you’d like to.

Lovely!

There is Nothing Like A Dame

Hello there, I’m back from my trips! I’ll have a rummage through my photographs at some point, and put some up for you to enjoy. Colin did *quite* well at preventing me from reading all the time, but I still managed to read quite a few books, including a mammoth one. And, being the contrary type, the first two I read weren’t even on the list I made. The first was The Seraphim Room by Edith Olivier, which I finished on the train down to Somerset, but the second was a definite read-it-on-a-whim book – usually the most fun. The Murder at the Vicarage (1930) by Agatha Christie somehow leaped to the top of the tbr pile, despite not being anywhere in sight beforehand.

Although my reading is quite diverse now – well, quite diverse – it used to go in very focused swathes. Enid Blyton – Goosebumps – Point Horror – Sweet Valley High (ahem) – Agatha Christie – AA Milne – everything else. When I was on the trail of an author or series, I read very little else for a long time. And, as you can see, Agatha Christie was one of them – and back in about 1999-2001 I read lots and lots by the Mistress of Mystery, the Empress of Enigmas, the Doyenne of Detectives… feel free to come up with your own.

Somehow it had been five and a half years since I last read a Christie novel (that one being At Bertram’s Hotel) and I had a sudden hankering for another. And it seemed quite ridiculous that, having grown up in a vicarage, that I hadn’t read The Murder in the Vicarage. So that was the one I pulled off the shelf and took on holiday.

I must add, before I go further, that I was spurred on by recent enthusiasm in Agatha’s direction from Harriet and Simon S – so thank you both for helping me revisit the Dame!

The Murder at the Vicarage is the first novel featuring Miss Marple (although she had previously popped up in a short story, my resident Christie-expert [Colin] tells me) and is narrated by the vicar whose home is unfortunately the scene of said murder. I won’t go through all the various characters and connections, because they’re much the same as any Christie novel. I don’t mean they’re stereotypes, but rather that they have complex relationships; secrets and lies; affinities and enmities – all the usual, delicious ingredients for a proper murder mystery.

All of that I was expecting. What I wasn’t expecting, what I had somehow either forgotten or never noticed, was how funny Christie is. The problems the vicar and his wife have with their servant are written so amusingly, I laughed out loud a few times. She also has the drifting ‘oh gosh how we simply shrieked’ type down pat too. Annoyingly I’ve left the book at home, so I can’t quote sections to you… so you’ll have to take my word for it.

I only had two problems with The Murder at the Vicarage. Firstly, I wasn’t bowled over by the solution – Dame A can sometimes write such brilliant denouements, that this one didn’t quite live up to her genius for plot. Secondly, although Miss Marple’s first novel, she didn’t feature very much, and I mourned her absence because I love Jane Marple. Her character hadn’t quite settled down to the Miss M we know and love, but her interest in ‘human nature’, and her catalogue of seemingly unrelated anecdotes to help her deduce – they were present and correct. I just wanted more of her in the novel.

But I imagine there are quite a few of us in the same boat – we watch Christie adaptations on TV, and have read a fair few of her novels over the years, but maybe not for a while – and don’t quite rate her as a good prose stylist or delineater of character, etc. I think it’s worth looking again, and reinvestigating the Dame. I’m definitely glad I did.

Books to get Stuck into:

To be honest, I’ve been pretty underwhelmed by some of the other Golden Age and pre-Golden Age detective fiction writers. In comparison to Christie’s plots, they just seem a bit poor – Christie never springs surprises on you at the last minute; the clues are always there if you look closely enough. So I’ve picked a couple of my favourite Christies:

And Then There Were None – my favourite, and Colin’s favourite, even without Poirot or Marple or any detective at all – it’s probably her cleverest story. Ten people are mysteriously invited to an island, and are even more mysteriously killed off one by one…

The Mirror Crack’d From Side to Side – a Miss Marple, with a simply brilliant plot, and a good one to get a feel for AC if – goodness me – you’ve not read one before.

We’re all going on a Summer Holiday!

By the time you read this, I will be… well, possibly at home in Somerset, but also possibly heading off in a car with Colin to the wild unknowns of Yorkshire and the Peak District. We’ll be waving cheerily to the Bronte sisters, popping in for a cuppa with Debo Mitford, and playing plenty of Lameball. Lest non-UK readers are thinking this is a game unique to this Sceptred Isle, do not be fooled. It is unique to the Thomas twins. And probably lots of other people who have independently added a very minor twist to throw-and-catch.

So, I couldn’t leave you without letting you know the books which are accompanying me on hols, could I? Always the trickiest decision, and as always I’ve madly overestimated the amount of reading I’ll get done – but as I’m sure most of you will agree, the idea of running out of books is a nightmare of epic proportions.

The Little Stranger – Sarah Waters
I borrowed this from a friend so very, very long ago…

Remember, Remember – Hazel McHaffie

Wish Her Safe At Home – Stephen Benatar

Andrina and other stories – George Mackay Brown
Three books I’ve previously mentioned in Weekend Miscellanies: last weekend, here, and here.

26a – Diana Evans
It was in my list to read back here; second time lucky! By a twin, about twins.

And I’m sure there was another one… but it’s deep down inside my bag, so will come as a nice surprise when I unpack… I’ll let you know how I got on with any or (perhaps) all of them, upon my return!

Stuck-in-a-Book’s Weekend Miscellany

As promised, I won’t leave you without a book, a blog post, a link. And I should have time to create a post about the books I’m taking on holiday…

1.) The book – is Remember, Remember by Hazel McHaffie, which the author recently sent me for review. McHaffie is an expert in medical ethics, but turns her hand to fiction-writing with this novel about a lady with Alzheimer’s and her daughter… and family secrets being unearthed. Sounds really intriguing, and has a lovely cover to boot.

2.) The link – I’m spoiling you; there are two, because one of them might only be available in the UK. Thanks Carol N for mentioning this link to a BBC documentary about literary editor and memoirist Diana Athill called ‘Growing Old Disgracefully’. And thanks abebooks for doing a fun feature on 75 Years of Penguin. Plenty to keep you amused there… (photo credit)


3.) The blog post – is my Mum/Our Vicar’s Wife/Anne’s blog, which I don’t mention enough here. Go and be welcomed to July by Mum with this post! It’s a Windows Live Spaces blog, so commenting might be tricky, but *hopefully* viewing is possible for all…

Holiday


I’m off on holiday on Friday evening, away for a week and a bit. I might manage to put up some posts to appear in the meantime, but that depends upon how busy Friday is… so, if I don’t manage to put anything up… farewell for a bit! Actually, I should get a Weekend Miscellany typed up, but that might be it…

Here’s a teaser for you: how many books do you think I’ll have read by the time I come back on Sunday 11th? I should mention that Colin appears to have made it his one mission in life to prevent me reading on holiday…

Project 24: Halfway!




Remember those naysayers, who said nay, and so forth? In fact, they said these sorts of things…
‘GOOD LUCK, Simon! I wonder how many days you’ll last? ;-)”Is that IN 2010 or AT 20:10? I think the latter is more likely.’
‘Hilarious. I’ll watch and laugh.’
‘I simply could not possibly do this. And I seriously wonder if you can.”WOW. I look forward to seeing how this pans out…..”I’m still speechless at Simon’s decision to curtail book-buying, and if the resolution were made by anyone less sincere, I would suspect a Publicity Stunt! I can hardly imagine not buying books when you live in *England,* the *home* of books”Will you keep this up now that I tell you Sense and Sensibility and Sea Monsters is in all good bookshops?'(and perhaps my favourite…) ‘what evs!’That’s what my faithful followers… well, I must be honest, lots of you lovely people were 100% behind me, cheering me and sending positive thoughts in my direction. And even, on occasion, forcibly dragging me away from bookshops.

But you’ll be pleased to note that, at the halfway stage, I have bought (*drum roll, if you will*) 11 books! That’s right – eleven. As in, one fewer than twelve. As in: I’m ahead of target!

And it’s not been easy. Not by a long chalk. But I will persevere… and on December 31st 2010 I shall sit back, content, proud, and happy. And on January 1st 2011, I will empty my Amazon wishlist…

Here, in no particular order, are the books that have found their way to Stuck-in-a-Book’s home in the past six months (remember that, as ever, you can click on the Project 24 picture in the top-right to see more details posts on all these books):




Teasing over…

Well, that was a bit of a tease, wasn’t it? And it feels a bit fraudulent, because the book in question has already appeared on a few others blogs… but I kept thinking of the Guernsey book and I think folk who enjoyed that will also enjoy this… right, enough hinting. Step forward… Mr. Rosenblum’s List by Natasha Solomons!

Sceptre very kindly gave me a copy of this at an authors/bloggers party, but unfortunately I didn’t manage to speak to Natasha Solomons whilst there, and now I wish I had because anybody who could write this novel must be worth knowing.

Mr. Rosenblum’s List – or Mr. Rosenblum Dreams in English if you’re looking for copies in America – has the subtitle Friendly Guidance for the Aspiring Englishman, which should give you a clue as to the book’s contents.

Jakob and Sadie Rosenblum are German Jewish refugees, escaping Nazi rule and coming to England in 1937 for safety – armed only with While you are in England: Helpful Information and Friendly Guidance for every Refugee. Jakob is incredibly keen to assimilate, and starts off by changing his name to Jack. He tries to work out what it means to be English (yes, not British, Dark Puss!) and how to fit in – adding his own bits of advice to the handbook. For example, to the rule that refugees ought always to speak English even if haltingly, he adds ‘And do not talk in a loud voice. (Unless talking to foreigners when it is the done thing to shout.)’ Of course, assimilating isn’t easy – and Solomons very wittily manages to show the Rosenblums’ difficulties without making either them or the English appear foolish. In fact, she is incredibly affectionate in both directions. It takes an intimate and thorough knowledge of the English to show these misunderstandings and misapprehensions, and Solomons (as a Dorset girl) is well able to provide.
When the Rosenblums were waiting anxiously in Berlin for their British visas, Jack had prepared for the trip by reading Byron’s poems and a Polish translation of P.G. Wodehouse. He understood only a little Polish and read the adventures of Mr. Bertie Wooster with the help of a German-Polish dictionary. It all got rather lost in translation, and the novel appeared to him a very peculiar sort of book and had dissuaded him from sampling further the pleasures of English literature.The bulk of the novel takes place eight years after World War Two. The Rosenblums have become wealthy through a carpet factory, and have relocated to Solomons’ own county Dorset (which leads to Somerset-bashing which I’ll tolerantly overlook!) Despite Jacks’s best efforts, they have not fully assimilated. Sadie is content to remember her German roots, but Jack wants them forgotten – and wants to make his daughter Elizabeth, studying at Cambridge, proud. Having almost completed his list of English attributes, there is just one item he can’t achieve: join a golf course. None will have him, once they see his surname. His solution? Why, to build his own, of course. It will be the best in the South West, and it will be in his back garden. Ignoring the unsuitability of the terrain – and the fact that he has never so much as swung a golf club – Jack ploughs all his energy, time, and money into creating this golf course… but the path of golf never did run smooth. And this is what most of Mr. Rosenblum’s List focuses upon.

Although there is a lot of humour in the novel, like Guernsey there are moments which are moving. Perhaps not to the same extent as Guernsey, where tragedy is given its own story arc, but the following section I found poignant: At the side of the house the garden reverted to scrub; the hedgerows crept forward and brambles and bright yellow gorse bushes made it impassable. The stinging nettles were five feet tall. yet butterflies landed on them effortlessly, somehow never getting stung. Sadie neither planted nor weeded; Hitler had declared the Jews weeds and plucked them out wherever he found them. She knew that a plant was only a weed if unwanted by the gardener, so she refused to move a single one, and they sprouted up wherever the wanted.Moving, no?

The Rosenblums persevere with their golf course – or rather, Jack does, as Sadie remembers her past. There is a heart-breaking scene with some photos, which I won’t spoil. Jack encounters resistance from many quarters, but also an unexpected and unusual ally in the most Dorset man in the village…

Although I often got frustrated with Jack for wasting so much money and being inconsiderate to his wife, it’s impossible not to love him. He’s a 5’3” bundle of enthusiasm and determination, unquashable and passionate. Although I could have done without the Dorset Woolly-Pig, which seemed all a bit silly, overall I thought Solomons’ debut novel was really delightful. Perhaps a little more light-hearted than Guernsey, but an interesting angle on post-war life nonetheless – and definitely something you’ll want to be reading this summer. I’m often positive about the novels featured here, so when something really special comes along I don’t know how to say “this is even BETTER than usual!” but, er, hopefully I just did… And word has it, on Solomons’ blog, that she’s been writing a screenplay…

Books to get Stuck into:

The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society – Mary Ann Shaffer: well, given the build up to today’s review, this one is hardly a surprise, is it?

Watching the English – Kate Fox: although this is pop-anthropology, rather than a novel, it’s the other book I kept being reminded of while reading Solomons’ – because it has a similarly affectionate view of the Englishman’s foibles and eccentricities.

Oops…

Sorry, that wasn’t going to be the only post yesterday, but I fell asleep at 9.30pm! And so missed the radio programme I advertised… oops.

More tonight, promise promise promise. In fact, tonight there will be a review of an essential summer read for anyone with reading taste even remotely like mine. AND it’s a new book. Not often that happens. I’m going to call it the next Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, which will either make you excited or unexcited or nonplussed….

Adieu.