Project24

My New Blogging Resolution certainly won’t happen before the New Year, as we’re off out of internet connection for the next few days. I’m setting up posts to appear over the next few days, but I won’t be able to respond to comments just yet.

Well, I shan’t be doing a Project 25 – Project 24 has been fun, and very challenging, but I’m going to be back to splurging in the New Year. I’m not sure how many more of my own books I’ve read because of this exercise, but I do know it’s more than the number I’ve bought for myself, for the first time in at least ten years.

It doesn’t feel quite concluded until I’ve given you a final run-down of the 24 books which found their way into my home this year. Being honest, a fair few came from publishers or as gifts, especially on my birthday, but they weren’t under the Project 24 banner. As Rachel mentioned the other day, perhaps they are a little eccentric. They’re certainly not 24 of the latest books to hit bookshops. In fact, only four of them were new (rather than secondhand) and none of those were originally published this year.

I’ve grouped them vaguely according to the reason I got them – here’s what I got:

The Ones I Already Owned

I didn’t think I’d be buying duplicates in Project 24, but I was wrong – I couldn’t resist these beautiful, unusual or old editions of much-loved books.

The Love Child – Edith Olivier
The Provincial Lady Goes Further – E.M. Delafield
As It Was – Helen Thomas
World Without End – Helen Thomas

The Ones Too Good To Leave

These were either so rare, unusually cheap, or special that I couldn’t ignore them, once I’d stumbled across them – either in real life or through abebooks alerts.

Roofs Off! – Richmal Crompton
No One Now Will Know – E.M. Delafield
Susan and Joanna – Elizabeth Cambridge
Mrs. Christopher – Elizabeth Myers
Letters vol. I and II – Katherine Mansfield

The Ones I’ve Wanted For Ages

These are books I’ve had my eye on for years, but could never justify the expense. With my limited buying, suddenly they became affordable.

The Heirs of Jane Austen – Rachel Mathers
Miss Elizabeth Bennet – A.A. Milne

The Souvenir

I couldn’t go to Shakespeare & Co. Bookshop in Paris and not come back with a good book in my hand, now, could I?

Summer Will Show – Sylvia Townsend Warner

The One I Accidentally Damaged

After I borrowed and accidentally tore a book borrowed from a fool, I bought a replacement – and kept the damaged one myself. Luckily it’s a novel I (mostly) loved and wanted to keep.

The Little Stranger – Sarah Waters

The One I’d Been Waiting to be Published

Only one Project 24 book was published this year, and that was actually a translation of an earlier story collection.

Travelling Light – Tove Jansson

The Ones For My Studies

Although these are all quite fun reads, they did come into Project 24 because of their potential usefulness for my DPhil.

A Brief Experiment With Time – J.W. Dunne
Strange Glory – L.H. Myers
The Music at Long Verney – Sylvia Townsend Warner

The Ones About Authors

I didn’t expect this, but it seems that when the buying is restricted, my eyes wander to the non-fiction shelves. I bought quite a few books about authors. None of them are literary biography, but rather literary non-fiction of the reader’s-companion variety.

More Talk of Jane Austen – Sheila Kaye-Smith and G.B. Stern
Are They The Same At Home? – Beverley Nichols
Jane Austen – Sylvia Townsend Warner
Personal Pleasures – Rose Macaulay
A Compton-Burnett Compendium – Violet Powell
I. Compton-Burnett – Pamela Hansford Johnson

No, I’m not giving up blogging – although wouldn’t it be fun to pretend to, just to get the messages of praise? (Or, alternatively, a terrifying silence!)

No – we have come to an end, but it is not the end of my blogging fun – it is the end of Project 24. In fact, it came to an end back on the 2nd December, and it has taken me a while to take photos and alert you to my final purchases of 2010.

I suspected, when I went to London to meet up with some friends from an email book discussion group, that I might well buy one or two or maybe three books. It seemed a fitting way to end Project 24 – by buying books in the company of friends who have never discouraged book buying; always supported the need to own duplicates of favourite titles (I can feel DP’s hackles raise at that ‘need’!); bombard me daily with recommendations, etc. etc. Quite a few of the group had to cancel, because it was the day of snow and ice and trains being cancelled left, right, and centre – but five managed to make it, and not one of them stopped me buying these books.

First two were found at a nearby Oxfam – the first two volumes of Katherine Mansfield’s letters. I’ve hankered after these, but they’re so expensive online. If I wanted them new from Amazon, they’d be £76 each – and even secondhand I’d be looking about £15-£30. In Oxfam I found them for only £4 each! And for those who will point out that I’m swiping money from a charity, I *did* volunteer at Oxfam for a couple of years once… so we’re probably even.

Of course, now I want the other three volumes… but it wasn’t one of those which rounded off Project 24.

Instead, in the incredibly well-stocked bookshop Slightly Foxed, a must-visit shop for any bibliophile and my first time there – I bought Mrs. Christopher by Elizabeth Myers. My favourite read from 2006 was the letters of Elizabeth Myers, picked up by chance at Sherbourne’s book fair. Since then I’ve only read one of her novels, and would be interested to read more, but that’s not the main reason I chose this novel. What sealed the deal was the fact that this is, in librarian terminology, an ‘association copy’…

In case you can’t read that, it says ‘With love, to Nora Nicholson from Elizabeth and Littleton Powys, who are most grateful to her for her splendid efforts to turn the novel into a play. May the Lord be with her. Oct. 1949’.

I must write properly about Myers’ letters someday – they reveal a beautiful-hearted woman who died far too soon, and it is a joy to have this connection with her. A fitting and lovely way to end Project 24.

Project 24 – #18, #19, #20, #21…

Oh dear, blog readers, you see before you a humble and mournful man. Am I to come this far and fall at the final hurdle? Project 24 has not been easy… it involves repressing all that part of me which screams joyfully, waving my hands around, whenever I see secondhand books… to come before shelves of lovely, musty, well-loved hardbacks from the 1920s and 1930s, it goes against everything in my nature to be circumspect and sensible.

My better side was trampled in the dust the other day, when I scooped up three books at my favourite shop in Oxford, Arcadia. It’s mostly gifty, cardy, wrapping-papery but also has a back room of secondhand books, specialising in Penguin paperbacks. In said shop, I bought…

I’m going to have to work hard to defend these, aren’t I?

-Personal Pleasures by Rose Macaulay looks like great fun – a bit like Modern Delight (see here) or presumably J.B. Priestley’s Delight, which I haven’t actually read. It has many short chapters on things with please Macaulay – from ‘Departure of Visitors’ to ‘Turtles in Hyde Park’; ‘Hot Bath’ to ‘Improving the Dictionary’. I think it’s going to be fun… it’s readily available, and I could have left it there and bought it later… but… but…

-As It Was & World Without End by Helen Thomas – these autobiographical books by poet Edward Thomas’ wife appear on my 50 Books list, but I have only got them in a modern reprint called Under Storm’s Wing. When I spotted these loved old editions, I couldn’t leave them there – do go and see what I wrote about them then, including the stunning final paragraph of World Without End where Helen bids farewell to her husband for the last time as he heads to war, easily the most moving writing I have read outside the Bible. Oh, I’m going to go ahead and put the paragraph here too. A thick mist hung everywhere, and there was no sound except, far away in the valley, a train shunting. I stood at the gate watching him go; he turned back to wave until the mist and the hill hid him. I heard his old call coming up to me: ‘Coo-ee!’ he called. ‘Coo-ee!’ I answered, keeping my voice strong to call again. Again through the muffled air came his ‘Coo-ee’. And again went my answer like an echo. ‘Coo-ee’ came fainter next time with the hill between us, but my ‘Coo-ee’ went out of my lungs strong to pierce to him as he strode away from me. ‘Coo-ee!’ So faint now, it might be only my own call flung back from the thick air and muffling snow. I put my hands up to my mouth to make a trumpet, but no sound came. Panic seized me, and I ran through the mist and the snow to the top of the hill, and stood there a moment dumbly, with straining eyes and ears. There was nothing but the mist and the snow and the silence of death.

Then with leaden feet which stumbled in a sudden darkness that overwhelmed me I groped my way back to the empty house.
I’ll give you a moment to recover… There we go.
But these three books are not the only ones I have bought. On Bank Holiday Monday my housemate Mel and I decided to visit Lower Slaughter in the Cotswolds, because (a) it looked pretty, and (b) it has a funny name. Little did we know that they had a fete on…

Against my better judgement, I sidled up to the book stall… and saw (and grabbed) Susan and Joanna by Elizabeth Cambridge. She wrote the wonderful Persephone book Hostages to Fortune, and I’ve been trying to track down Susan and Joanna for a while (since a TLS review of it has featured in several of my essays) but can only find one copy for sale online, and it’s a fortune. Just one English pound to me – how could I say no?

But I won’t be buying any books for a month or two… honest, I won’t… will I?

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!

Right on the heels of Project 24’s #12 comes, in orthodox numerical ordering, #13. But this certainly isn’t unlucky for me – I’m very excited about it. Someone send Silvester Mazzarella a box of chocolates and a hundred red roses for translating Travelling Light (and also a balloon shaped like a kitten for having such a brilliant name).

I think I’ve mentioned before that Tove Jansson is the only author (until Edward Carey picks up his pen again… c’mon, Eddie boy!) whose books I eagerly await. Or rather, since she is dead, I await the translations. Since all my favourite authors have completed their output, by virtue of completing their lives, this is quite an unfamiliar feeling for me…

So, yes, I did get rather over-excited. And I bought two copies – one for me; one for you. Pop your name in the comments for a chance to win my second copy. And, because it’s always fun to have more than just a name, tell me which author’s books you most eagerly wait to be published.

If you’ve missed out on Tove Jansson’s earlier output, you can see my thoughts on four of her other books here. Travelling Light is a collection of short stories, and although (confusingly) there is a section in A Winter Book called ‘Travelling Light’, only one story appears in both collection (to add to the confusion, that story is called ‘Travelling Light’). Jansson’s prose is always beautiful and evocative without being remotely sentimental. She’s up there amongst my favourite writers, and I can’t wait to start this collection…

So, have a go and try to win this copy! I’m feeling generous, so the competition is open to anyone, wherever you are in the world.

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.

Project 24 – #11

I thought of Colin when I bought my eleventh book this year, because one of his (failed) missions in life is to stop me buying copies of books I already have. Well, I already have three other copies of this book… but it’s a personal favourite, and I don’t have this edition with this introduction, and… well, I don’t imagine I need to defend myself to you lot.

I bought it in the Albion Beatnik bookshop in Oxford, a lovely little shop which has both new and secondhand books (and, recently, a cafe – amazing how much they can fit in there). They shelve their new books by decade of publication, and even wrap up your purchases nicely:

But I will tease you no longer. The eleventh book I’ve bought this year is The Love-Child by Edith Olivier. I already have a couple Virago editions, and one from its first printing, but not this little gem – not only does it have a lovely dustjacket with an illustration by the Rex Whistler, it also has an introduction by Lord David Cecil. OH, it’s just lovely. And another lovely thing is that my camera has started doing its classy-closey-zoomy function again, after sulking for a year or more. It’s outlived several laptops, so I can’t get too cross with it.

Hope you had a good weekend – and have a great week ahead of you!

Project 24 – #10

Susan unintentionally piled hot coals on my head in the comments earlier this week, congratulating me on being on track for Project 24. Little did she know that #10 was on it’s way to me… and has now arrived. That does only take me up to the end of May, so I’m more or less on track, but…

Ok, no.10 – An Experiment With Time by J.W. Dunne. This is actually one for my studies, but I’ve been meaning to track down a copy for a while. I don’t how many of you have heard of it, but it was apparently quite famous in its day. It’s mentioned somewhere in Miss Hargreaves by Frank Baker, can’t find the quotation right now, and gets this mention in The Provincial Lady in Wartime by the incomparable E.M. Delafield:
Am rather astonished and greatly impressed when she calmly returns that she often thinks about Time herself, and has read through the whole of J. W. Dunne’s book.

Did she understand it?

Well, the first two and a half pages she understood perfectly. The whole thing seemed to her so simple that she was unable to suppose that even a baby would understand it. Then, all of a sudden, she found she wasn’t understanding it any more. Complete impossibility of knowing at what page, paragraph, or even sentence, this inability first overtook her. It just was like that. At one minute she was understanding it all perfectly – at the next, all was incomprehensible.

Can only inform her that my own experiences with J. W. D. have been identical, except that I think I only understood the first two, not two and a half pages.
Well, that is quite daunting… but it should be quite an interesting read nonetheless! Anybody read it? Or the first two pages?!

Project 24 – #9

Just when it was getting to the end of April, and I was congratulating myself by being on track with my book count, I made the foolish mistake of wandering into the £2 bookshop in Oxford… and being confronted with this:

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, may I make my defence?

– it’s Sylvia Townsend Warner, an author I love (and who has made an appearance in Project 24 already, you may recall, with Summer Will Show)

– it has a foreword by William Maxwell, another much liked author in these parts.

– it was only £2

– it’s so preeettttty

I rest my case. I think.