Showing posts with label Brontë. Show all posts
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Saturday, 17 June 2017

Update: June 2017 / III




Crimson Petal...    ★★★★★

I loved this book. I loved it in the way Time Traveler's Wife got me in 2005. I didn't want it to end even though I full well knew the ending from the tv series. 

But to rewind a little: first there was 2011 & then again onto 2014, where I spotted this copy & seized upon it in the brilliant Oxfam bookshop on Market Street, Nottingham whilst looking for some Long Read literature. 
Having added it to my 'shelf, I started it over Christmas 2016 & soon fell in step with the introductions to different characters as Faber passes you from one character to Caroline to Sugar and so on. 
- As ever, it's good to see the characters fully fleshed out from their tv dimensions; to know their back stories, to understand their foibles better. 
- Fascinating to trace Sugar's transformation from well-read prostitute, mainly out for herself & own interests to the nurturing love she holds for Sophie.
- The meta aspect too: revisiting Agnes through the old diaries.
- The friendship/unspoken love between Henry & Emmeline. 
- The novel's structure in itself which made it perfect for bedtime reading. 
No racing ahead to conquer a chapter before you drop off; short enough to stay with that character, their happenings & then stop at a good point, at your own pace & remember where you left off at the next night. 

I didn't want it to end. I knew whatever was due to follow wouldn't be as strong or powerful a read.
............

Wonder... read December 2016; generously lent by my friend, SB. 
I hadn't been expecting Palacio's variety of narrative voices given how the first chapter started out. I liked it all the more for that. Good to experience Auggie's life from different perspectives & the effect of his life on them. 
I wasn't sure how it would be tied up at the end; how could there be an end to something to mark him out as different throughout his whole life? 

Conan Doyle, 
revisited over January & into February. As Gatiss & Moffat led us through The Six Thatchers into The Final Problem, I happened across the Baker Street Babes - helpfully tweeting which threads linked back to which ACD stories. I devoured a fair few in appreciating the old against the new whilst maintaining the faintest hope of outsolving the mysteries of the detective ahead of The Final Problem. Unlikely but still. 

New York Trilogy, 
this text was due to cross over into my work life as a stage play. It'd been sitting on my Goodreads list for six years, having been recommended to me one summer at a party. One of those where you find yourself inevitably in conversation with other book nerds & start recommending your favourites.

- Of City of Glass - I was not a fan. Clever, certainly - possibly too clever for itself at times though. I would be reading the novel whilst thinking of how it was an exam board delight to pose post-modernist questions out of the text or what the essay title on that particular section might be. I finished the story & threw it to the floor. Deeply unsatisfying. 
- The Locked Room proved better as an exploration of relationships; of tensions in dating, of secrecy in married life, the obsessive nature of quests. 

- Ghosts was clever & funny. The colours for characters. The watching-him-watching-you drama to pull the reader in. Yup, Ghosts was probably my favourite of three.

All this created an exquisite tension. As the evening progressed, the most casual remarks became tinged with erotic overtones. Words were no longer simply words but a curious code of silences, a way of speaking that continually moved around the thing that was being said. As long as we avoided the real subject, the spell would not be broken. We both slipped naturally into this kind of banter, and it became all the more powerful because neither one o of us abandoned the charade. We knew what we were doing, but at the same time we pretended not to. Thus my courtship of Sophie began - slowly, decorously, building by the smallest of incitements. 
                                                                                                 The Locked Room: Paul Auster


I skipped through The Bridges of Madison County too. 
We'd had stacks upon stacks of books on set for a play & I was tasked (with much self-restraint!) to box them on closing. This one caught my eye; can't remember why. Perhaps the mention of intense passion; of chance encounters which alter your life forever. 
It served as my lunchtime read over a few weeks. I enjoyed it relatively well enough until the love-making scene. After those superfluous metaphors, I lost much respect for it but continued for closure. By the end with the children's response to their mother's letter. - Ugh; complete lack of realism.

The Library of Shadows
April - June 2016; another lunch-hour read.
Taken from another bookish struck set, post-run. 
Judging by Goodreads, I was not the first to scan the blurb, note mention of a bookshop & hope for something of Zafon's calibre. Nor was I the first to be disappointed that it did not manage to deliver.

A mixed bag. Perhaps I'm outwith its targeted demographic as it seemed somewhat YA.
I found it:

- shallow in some places (Katherina's damsel qualities; Pau's transparent villainy)
- sluggish in others (possibly due to the strictures of translation into English?) 

and weakly & unsatisfactorily resolved.
However, there were still flashes of goodness, such as:
- the early stages of the thread where the friends turned detective;
- the supernatural premise underpinning the plot was fairly interesting.



Stancliffe's Hotel, 
a present from Christmas 2016.  ★★★
First of all, it's a joy to know that these, Penguin's Little Black Classics, have been published. 
I knew of the stories from Angria from visits to Brontë Parsonage & habitual mention in Brontë biographies but had not known I could actually read one.   
It's by no means of the mature standard one finds with Jane Eyre or Villette but why should it be, being an early work? Although very well-peopled for a fairly short read, it made me laugh on many occasion with its wit & sharp, satirical eye. Definitely worth a read. 

There was the great man in his usual attire of a gingham jacket & canvas trousers of more than Dutch capacity. Stock he disdained, & waistcoat: the most fastidious lady might have beheld with admiration that muscular chest & neck bristled with heroic hair.

- Haven't we all been there?

It took me a full half hour to dress, and another half hour to view myself over from head to foot in the splendid full-length mirror with which my chamber was furnished. Really, when I saw the neat figure therein reflected, genteelly attired [...]   I thought 'there are worse men in the world than Charles Townshend'.

Lastly, Persuasion: 
a fond re-visit of my favourite Austen novel prior to watching a stage play of the same next week.  It will be a very loose re-working in a modern setting but nonetheless, I wanted to refresh my memory as to the characters & nuances of the plot. Persuasion: so real with its memories of love lost, of awkward reunions & one's best intentions gone awry. 

Wednesday, 14 June 2017

 

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Monday, 21 April 2014

This is The Book. | Jane Eyre

Happy birthday Charlotte Brontë! 

Saturday, 11 December 2010

Meanwhile,

the bedside table stack grows ever taller... The Eyre Affair was presented to me last weekend by a friend with the command of "you must read this"; 'Jane Austen Adventures' was a birthday present :) But with it being creative has the requirement of pen & paper to mark a score so I shall need my wits about be for that one if I am to marry Fitzwilliam by the end. The Woolf was an entirely new & exciting find from last weekend. Stylist ran this wee advert for it (left) as published by Virago (Vintage Classics) & thus I went straight forth to Amazon & ordered it. I'd never known of its existence until now. Thankfully it is referred to as a forgotten classic so I might just be forgiven. .... Ah, I do love Virago's cover art. The Wiersbe study is an ongoing journey, shared with a friend. A blooming well-written study too. We thought we'd get through 14 questions a week & be done by Christmas. Hm. Not so fast. My Patten collection would normally inhabit a place on my bookshelf but at the moment, is living in an arm's reach from my bed. I'm needing his words and all of their gritty poetic realistic punch right now. That's to say nothing of the Other pile, the not-quite-ready-for but not-wholly-forgotten: Agnes Grey came to me from London for my birthday, as did Fanny Hill (apparently it's where all the best M&Bs originated from). Quite glad to have a new Bronte passed my way. I was thinking only recently as a friend sang its praises that I should go back & revisit Tenant. The next three are also gifts-in-waiting (soon, Zusak, soon!) Brideshead (DVD) was swapped with a friend: I lent her my novel; she provided me with Jeremy Irons. I read the novel in '08 as the new film adaptation hit the screens but - as ever - I can't see the film until I read the book and it's only right that once I've read the book that I should first pay homage to the tv series before becoming seduced by the film... :) Also on loan is the second of Niffenegger's novels. I admit to being slightly scared of starting that one. I've read the blurb on occassion, read the reviews, am fully armed with the knowledge that it is not & so will not be another TTTW and yet.... Please don't diminish the dream! TTTW first held me captive way back in '05 whilst I re-emerging from the dusty tomes of degree. Reading! For pleasure?! Send me to a desert island by all means, just be sure to pack that, Jane Eyre, Oranges, The Hours, The Visitation, my Bible & at least a few volumes of Duffy & Patten. (See my problem? Pedestals. Elevated. Dangerous - especially when following on from a debut novel.)

Monday, 14 June 2010

CB. | Word.