I is for Isherwood

This is part of an ongoing series where I write about a different author for each letter of the alphabet. You can see them all here.

‘I’ was always going to be a tricky letter of the alphabet, wasn’t it? A toss up between Isherwood and Ishiguro, neither of whom I’ve read a lot by. But it does mean that I’m not doing my usual thing of forgetting to include some of their books in the picture! I only have five books by Isherwood.

How many books do I have by Christopher Isherwood?

Look, I just said. Five. I don’t even know how many he wrote, but I have decided to stop buying them until I read a few more.

How many of these have I read?

Two – Mr Norris Changes Trains and Prater Violet. I definitely preferred the second of these, largely because I had a wildly different idea of Isherwood in my head than the German sex clubs of Mr Norris Changes Trains, which I thought would be a charming rural tale, for some reason. Fun story: I was reading Mr Norris Changes Trains on a train and, when I got up to get off at my station, discovered that the woman in front of me had also been reading it. I wish I’d said something, but I had to ‘disembark’ (as they put it) before I ended up in the wilds of Devon.

How did I start reading Christopher Isherwood?

I picked up the Folio Mr Norris Changes Trains first, largely because that print is lovely. I don’t have the Folio case for it, so the print is always on display. And he is the sort of author you see a lot in secondhand bookshops, so it has been pretty easy to pick them up cheaply over time.

General impressions…

Difficult to draw any conclusions from two books, of course – especially since I was pretty lukewarm about one, and really liked Prater Violet. He is one of those writers whose life seems to interest people more than his writing now – is that fair? Anyway, I’m keen to read the others I have – but not yet quite keen enough to get to them. Thank goodness they’re short!

From the ones I have, anything particular you’d recommend?

And I think I’ll have more to say about J :D

25 Books in 25 Days: #2 Prater Violet

My second book for this challenge is Prater Violet (1946) by Christopher Isherwood – the second novel I’ve read by him, and apparently one I bought in Ambleside in 2012.

Completely coincidentally, this (like book #1 in my 25 Books in 25 Days) is another novel about the cinema – though looking at the 1930s and the arrival of talkies. Christopher Isherwood (or at least a character of the same name) is roped into the weird world of scriptwriting, slightly reluctantly. It’s a very fun account of working with a histrionic but visionary Viennese director, scathing cutting room experts, offended actresses, and all. I liked it much more than the previous Isherwood novel I read (Mr Norris Changes Trains) and I’m now really excited about reading more of this witty, self-deprecating Isherwood.

“You see, this umbrella of his I find extremely symbolic. It is the British respectability which thinks: ‘I have my traditions, and they will protect me. Nothing unpleasant, nothing ungentlemanly, can possibly happen within my private park.’ This respectable umbrella is the Englishman’s magic wand. When Hitler declines rudely to disappear, the Englishman will open his umbrella and say: ‘After all, what do I care for a little rain?’ But the rain will be a rain of bombs and blood. The umbrella is not bomb-proof.”

“Don’t underrate the umbrella,” I said. “It has often been used successfully by governesses against bulls. It has a very sharp point.”

“You are wrong. The umbrella is useless…Do you know Goethe?”

“Only a little.”

“Wait. I shall read you something. Wait. Wait.”

Mr. Norris Changes Trains by Christopher Isherwood

This is another one where I’m sending you off to Vulpes Libris!  We’ve inaugurated Shelf of Shame week, where five of us pick an author or book we’ve been meaning to read for ages, and see how we find them.  (I’ll pre-empt anybody saying that there’s no need to be ashamed of having left something unread by saying… it’s a fun idea for a themed week, enjoy!)

I picked Christopher Isherwood, as I felt I ought to know more about such an important interwar writer. And I own this copy because it’s got a beautiful cover!  It’s a Folio edition, but had lost its slipcover before it found its way to my hands.

Follow the link to find out what I thought…

The last Sherpa/book combo, I’m afraid…