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        <title>The Book Club - More4/Channel 4</title>
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        <summary>The next series of the Book Club starts on Sunday 29 January. I don't think I saw a single showing last year and was trying to work out why as this sort of show is usually something I would flag...</summary>
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            <name>Elaine</name>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p style="text-align: justify;">The next series of the Book Club starts on Sunday 29 January.  I don't think I saw a single showing last year and was trying to work out why as this sort of show is usually something I would flag up. Heaven knows there are few bookish programmes on the television  to see so what happened?  I then checked the time and realised, and yes embarrassing or what, that it was on at the same time as Dancing on Ice on another channel and it was more than likely that I was watching 'slebs' attempt a triple salko or a lutz and coming to grief. Well, this year I am going to use my digi-box and record one or the other so I can watch.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">The list of books chosen for discussion are as follows:</p>
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<li><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Before-I-Go-Sleep-Watson/dp/0552164135/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1327684246&amp;sr=1-1" target="_self">Before I Go To Sleep by S. J. Watson</a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Sisters-Brothers-Patrick-deWitt/dp/1847083188/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1327684291&amp;sr=1-1" target="_self">The Sisters Brothers by Patrick deWitt</a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Somnambulist-Essie-Fox/dp/1409121194/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1327684333&amp;sr=1-1" target="_self">The Somnambulist  by Essie Fox</a></li>
<li>I<a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Into-Darkest-Corner-Elizabeth-Haynes/dp/0956251579/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1327684394&amp;sr=1-1" target="_self">nto The Darkest Corner by Elizabeth Haynes</a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Rules-Civility-Amor-Towles/dp/1444708872/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1327684433&amp;sr=1-1" target="_self">Rules of  Civility by Amor Towles</a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Girl-Reading-Katie-Ward/dp/1844087387/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1327684506&amp;sr=1-1" target="_self">Girl Reading by Katie Ward</a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Report-Jessica-Kane/dp/1846272793/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1327684577&amp;sr=1-1" target="_self">The Report by  Jessica Francis Kane</a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Family-Fang-Kevin-Wilson/dp/1447202384/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1327684627&amp;sr=1-1" target="_self">The Family Fang by Kevin Wilson</a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Half-Human-Race-Anthony-Quinn/dp/0099531941/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1327684687&amp;sr=1-1" target="_self">Half of The Human  Race by Anthony Quinn </a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/You-Deserve-Nothing-Alexander-Maksik/dp/1848545703/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1327684744&amp;sr=1-1" target="_self">You Deserve Nothing by Alexander Maksik</a></li>
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<p style="text-align: justify;">These are all debut authors and I have linked them all with Amazon so you can see what other readers have already said, or are saying, about them and, having checked them, there are some real goodies in here.  A few titles I rather hanker after myself.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">The only one I have read is the first, Before I go To Sleep which I reviewed <a href="http://randomjottings.typepad.com/random_jottings_of_an_ope/2011/06/before-i-go-to-sleep-s-j-watson.html" target="_self">here.</a>  A brilliant thriller which constantly baffled me as to what was real and what was not and a simply spiffing climax which had me on the edge of my seat.  I will be interested to see what the Book Show makes of it. </p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">This year the Book Club is actively seeking viewer's reviews either by video or email to make it all more interactive.  I sent off my review of the SJ Watson but apparently it is too late and have missed the deadline, 'sob'.  No matter, if any of you out there have read any of these books and have thoughts to express then do log onto the website <a href="http://www.channel4.com/programmes/the-tv-book-club" target="_self">(The Book Club)</a>  and follow the link to Send in your Review.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">So will give this a whirl and get back with my thoughts on show, format etc etc in due course.</p></div>
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        <title>Knackered Random</title>
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        <published>2012-01-26T12:16:44+00:00</published>
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        <summary>I find I am falling into a pattern of a book review or two followed by a Random Rant or a Random Witter which I find rather relaxing so hope you find this OK. Up to London yesterday to take...</summary>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p style="text-align: justify;">I find I am falling into a pattern of a book review or two followed by a Random Rant or a Random Witter which I find rather relaxing so hope you find this OK.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Up to London yesterday to take care of my darlingwonderfulgorgeous Florence. Can now do this drive with my eyes closed (don't panic all of you out there on the A12, I won't), so set off with a relaxed mind. All OK until the A12 forks off to the M25 and then I take the 'old' section leading into central London.  Soon as I hit that came to a grinding halt with a tail back that went on and on.  Signs indicated there were roadworks ahead and two lanes of traffic into one. OK fair enough but then you reach the stretch coned off.  It is like the Marie Celeste, no signs of life, no men working away, nothing, nada, just a long line of orange cones causing mayhem.  I think there were just a few the night before and they got together in the hours of darkness and decided to multiply and cause chaos.  Once past this bit of road, foot down and all OK but a tiring start and when you are looking after a nearly-two year old, you need all the energy you possess.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">When I knocked on the door I could hear shrieks of Bama Bama Bama (can't manage grandma yet) and I knelt down so that when the door was opened there was the beaming face of Florence right in front of me. She hurled herself upon me and if there is a more lovely feeling than being hugged and greeted like this by your grandchild, then please tell me what it is....</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Cup  of tea with daughter then she was off and I was immediately grabbed and it was indicated that I was to do the Night Garden floor puzzle and was rather surprised to find that it took me longer than I thought with Florence patiently handing me the right pieces when I hesitated. OK Clever clogs you have obviously done this dozens of times already I said, not sure if she understood me or not but she rolled around giggling.  In fact I am pretty sure she understand a huge amount and her vocab is coming along a treat as well and it is wonderful to watch her become more and more vocal each time I see her.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><em>Mem:  Rest of this post is going to be equally boring you know and really only of interest to me, so do feel free to go off and do whatever you would prefer to do, put the kettle on, read a book, watch paint dry...</em></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">After lunch of mince and dumplings cooked by moi which she packed away I could see signs of wilting. That was me by the way not Florence, oh no, she was still bouncing around so decided to slow her down by putting on CBeebies channel.  I am now quite well acquainted with the various shows on here and I really think that they are very good indeed.  I check with daughter how much TV Florence is allowed but it is left up to me and I do ration it and only use it when I am in dire need of a sit down and a rest.  When Helen was not well after Christmas she said that she just allowed Florence to watch it a lot as she felt so dire, but suffered guilt because of this. I defy any parent to say that they don't use the TV as a babysitter now and then and if it is now and then, I don't see any harm.  As long as it is not all day, that is the problem. </p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I well remember when my two were small I used to be on my knees with exhaustion (they didn't sleep, honestly they didn't) and I would watch the clock until it was time for Playschool in the afternoon. Then on went the box, I went on the sofa and I had an hour's rest.  I remember one day dozing off and leaving them with a whole packet of chocolate digestive biscuits to keep them happy - the carnage when I came to was pretty horrific I can tell you.  And in case you think shock horror, I slept while my children were in danger, I never went totally asleep. I just used to drift and a corner of my mind was always alert.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Anyway Florence eventually keeled over and had an hour's nap and so did Grandma which was just as well as the journey home was a nightmare and I needed to be alert.  There had been ambulances and fire engines roaring up the Mile End Road in the afternoon and it transpired that there was a nasty accident and the A12 was shut for three hours.  It had opened by the time I left but oh the traffic, the queues...normally it takes me 15 minutes to get from Mile End to the Redbridge Roundabout, in rush hour half an hour, this time two, yes two hours.  I was in first gear the entire way and it is totally exhausting as most of the time I was on clutch control as you inch forward, I got cramp in my toes which was excruciating and, as I drive shoeless, my feet were freezing. In the end I put the brakes on, came to a halt completely and fished out a pair of woolly socks that I had been wearing all day and put them on over the thin ones I was already wearing.  Got some tooting from around me because I was not moving and thought O for heaven's sake, we are not going anywhere, but I had made the fatal mistake of leaving ten feet in front of me and I had not inched forward.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">To cut a very long and boring post short, a one hour journey took me three hours so in all I had spent five hours on the road and really wondered how people who drive for a living manage it. By the time I got home I was welded to my seat and my shoulders were knotted with tension.  I was also starving as I had not had anything to eat since lunchtime.  So indoors, a ready meal in the microwave, nightie, dressing gown and warm clean socks on, cup of tea and then I went to bed.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Found some parcels waiting for me and one of them was the last series of Lewis so this afternoon I intend to adopt a prone position on the sofa, cup of tea and remote to hand and wallow.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Will try for a less boring post tomorrow folks.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Au reservoir</p></div>
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        <title>Happy Birthday Edith</title>
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        <summary>Well we all know about Mr Dickens and his birthday this year, but we must not let him overshadow everything. Edith Wharton was born on this day 150 years ago and is, in my opinion, one of America's greatest writers....</summary>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p style="text-align: justify;">Well we all know about Mr Dickens and his birthday this year, but we must not let him overshadow everything.   Edith Wharton was born on this day 150 years ago and is, in my opinion, one of America's greatest writers.  I came across her quite by chance one day when my local library was having a book sale must be twenty years ago now, and there were two volumes of her short stories on sale.  Bit dubious, you know how I am with short stories, but picked one up started to read and that was that, knew I had to have them. So hied me home with these two books which put me back all of 20p and that was it, I was off.  True to form I then read everything by this author that I could lay my hands on.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I know many readers think that The Age of Innocence is her masterpiece but for me, it is The House of Mirth. I first read this when I was on holiday with my husband and daughters many years ago, probably about 17 years now, and I had packed my suitcase with as many books as I could carry (no Kindle then) and this title was one of them.  I remember reading it with growing intensity and horror and the final few chapters were spent by me sitting on my hotel balcony overlooking a lemon grove on the hills just outside Sorrento in that quiet hour just before dinner.   I came to the end with an awful feeling of dread creeping over me and ended up having to do my eye make up all over again as I was reduced to floods of tears by the last page.  It is her most heartfelt and moving book, for me at any rate.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Rather surprisingly, well I found it so, she also wrote some deliciously creepy ghost stories and I defy you to read them without a shiver down the spine. I mentioned a couple<a href="http://randomjottings.typepad.com/random_jottings_of_an_ope/2010/10/halloween-is-coming-up-time-for-a-ghost-story.html" target="_self"> here.</a></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I read her biography by Hermione Lee reviewed <a href="http://randomjottings.typepad.com/random_jottings_of_an_ope/2009/08/edith-wharton-hermione-lee.html" target="_self">here,</a> and, as I said in this post cannot imagine that another one will ever need to be written as this says it all. Found it difficult at first, had actually given up on it at one stage, but then went back and so glad I did.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Various events seem to be taking place to celebrate</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.edithwharton.org/events-detail.php?record=95" target="_self">http://www.edithwharton.org/events-detail.php?record=95</a></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.iberkshires.com/story/40187/The-Mount-Celebrating-Wharton-s-Sesquicentennial.html?source=arts_block" target="_self">http://www.iberkshires.com/story/40187/The-Mount-Celebrating-Wharton-s-Sesquicentennial.html?source=arts_block</a></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">but nothing much over here - presumably we are all organising Do's for Dickens.</p>
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<p style="text-align: justify;">I have all her books on my shelves and keep looking at them longingly promising msyelf that one day I will re-read them (perhaps with the exception of Ethan Frome, wonderful though it is, as it always leaves me feeling so depressed and filled with the desire to put my head in the gas oven - am all electric thank heavens) and I really really want to.  At the moment, however, I have just finished Great Expectations, have a group read of Martin Chuzzlewith to hand, want to re-read Hard Times and also have Dicken's letters (of which more later) on the go, and I simply have not got the time to do it all. I do wish these authors wouldn't have birthdays.........</p></div>
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        <title>Great Expectations by Charles Dickens - a re-read</title>
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        <summary>The recent adaptation of Great Expectations screened by the BBC made me decide to revisit this book by Dickens, which I have not read for many a year. I remember studying it at school for my English Literature O Level,...</summary>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p style="text-align: justify;">The recent adaptation of Great Expectations screened by the BBC made me decide to revisit this book by Dickens, which I have not read for many a year.  I remember studying it at school for my English Literature O Level, a process which is the kiss of death to enjoyment, and then read it again a few years later.  Since then nothing.  However, the story, characters and quotes have stayed in my mind all my adult life so it obviously made an impression on me.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">So I turned to it again, some forty years older and, I hope, wiser with more Dickens under my belt and more knowledge of the author from various biographies and crits I have read and found that this made a huge difference.  When I first read it I simply thought Estella was an unpleasant nasty spiteful little girl with no understanding of why she behaved that way, Pip a scared little boy who grew up to be rather snobby and unpleasant and ashamed of his origins, and I disliked them both.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Now of course it is impossible to read any of Dickens’s works that feature a childhood without realising how much of the childish misery and terror described was experienced by the young Charles.  David Copperfield is the most autobiographical of all his works and the author reacquainted himself with this work before he wrote Great Expectations. Pip’s sad childhood, with the exception of Joe, is similar in many ways to that of David Copperfield, both orphaned and both at the mercy of an unkind guardian.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Later when Pip is in London and is a ‘gentleman’ his treatment of Joe and Biddy is pretty unforgiveable, but now I view this with a more understanding eye.  Dickens, as we now all know, treated his wife shamefully and behaved appallingly and, in my personal onion, I think he knew that he had and suffered for it for the rest of his life. He made excuses  for his actions calling Catherine an unfit mother and saying the children disliked her also, a classic example of a guilty person trying to shift the blame to the victim.  It made Dickens miserable, though he would never admit it, and I believe his self knowledge left him feeling conscience stricken and unhappy for the rest of his life.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I find a reflection of this in Pip.  He is snobbish and weak and rejects Joe and is ashamed of him, and yet deep down he knows he is wrong and unkind in his attitude and seeks to constantly reassure himself that he means no harm.  As the narrative is in the first person, there are many passages when Pip tells the reader and reassures them what a fine fellow Joe is and that he really should appreciate him more. He admits he is treating him badly as if acknowledging this will bring some kind of absolution for his actions.      </p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Pip is an abused child, not only physically, his sister seemed to beat him regularly with ‘the Tickler’ but is also denigrated and made to feel worthless by all around, including Mr Pumblechook, and it is here that Joe is unable to help at all.  Joe is portrayed and accepted by most readers as a kind, almost saintly person, but I rather disagree with this when he is so passive at the treatment Pip receives as a child.  Though  Pip defends him stoutly it is clear that Joe belongs to the <em>‘anything for an easy life’</em> school of thought and he makes no attempt to stand up to his wife.  I think this is what makes Joe so forgiving and understanding of Pip’s later rejection – he knows that he let him down.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">So we have one abused child and then we have another – Estella.  Adopted and brought up by Miss Havisham to hate men and to wreak revenge on the whole race on Miss Havisham’s behalf, she may have had all she wanted in the way of riches and education, but  personality was stunted and ruined by the mental abuse she unknowingly underwent.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">The three main protagonists in <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Great-Expectations-Oxford-Worlds-Classics/dp/0199219761/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1327248012&amp;sr=1-1" target="_self">Great Expectations</a>, Pip, Estella and Miss Havisham are all, therefore, damaged people and it is this struggle against their upbringing and their search for happiness which is at the heart of this book. For me, at any rate.   This is what I found so fascinating about this latest read and which proves to me why a classic is a classic.  I have re-read many of Dickens, the Brontes, Eliot as I have grown up and matured and each time find something new in it which I did not spot before.   One example is Mansfield Park.  When first read, oh boring thought I, boring dreary priggish Fanny Price.   Then I read it a second, third, fourth time and many more re-reads and now I think it is close to being Austen’s most mature and finest book.  </p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">But what else can I say about Great Expectations?  I could go on and on or hours I loved this so much.   Characters which I thought peripheral and only pop up once or twice, or not at all in dramatisations,  are here to be enjoyed.  Mr Pumblechook, pompous and full of himself who likes to tell everyone he was Pip’s friend and mentor once he was up in London and owning to this enhanced his reputation when, as we all know, he treated him badly.      Jaggers, the solicitor who I always remember washing his hands with scented soap, these little descriptions do stay with one.  Then Wemmick, lovely kind Wemmick with a mouth <em>‘like a post box’.</em>   (Many years ago there was an actor Randolph Scott who  <a href="http://randomjottings.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83451935569e20168e5ed3564970c-pi" style="float: left;"><img alt="Gee" border="0" class="asset  asset-image at-xid-6a00d83451935569e20168e5ed3564970c" src="http://randomjottings.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83451935569e20168e5ed3564970c-800wi" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px;" title="Gee" /></a>always played in old Hollywood westerns who had such a mouth. It was square and like a slit and when I first read the description of Wemmick this actor popped into my mind and has stayed there ever since.  Very annoying).</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Then there is the Aged P.  I called my mother this for years, with affection I hasten to add, and she understood why and liked it.  The relationship between Wemmick and his parent, his delightful little house altered to look like a castle which he kept totally separate from his City persona, is sheer delight and here Pip finds true friendship and support.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Herbert Pocket – a marvellous character, lively and humorous and a loyal and true friend. I love his nickname for Pip, ‘Handel’ because of that composer’s Harmonious Blacksmith, thus showing Pip that though he knows his origins it makes no difference to him. </p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I was totally absorbed by this re-read.  I simply could not put the book down. Knowing the story so well I slipped into it straight away and was thus able to enjoy much more of the detail and humour than I had hitherto.  I also found the final scenes with Miss Havisham moving which I never had before as, alone and deserted by Estella, it becomes clear that she loves Pip;</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><em>“Oh what have I done?” she cried despairingly.....and so again, twenty, fifty times over. What had she done!</em></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><em>“Miss Havisham, you may dismiss me from your mind and conscience....but Estella is a different case....”</em></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><em>“Yes, I know.  But Pip, my dear” There was an earnest womanly compassion for me in her new affection”</em></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">And then after the fire which eventually kills her:</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"> <em>“I leaned over her and touched her lips with mine, just as they said, not stopping for being touched ‘Take the pencil and write under my name’ I forgive her”</em></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Pip now loses one of the mainstays of his life and he returns to London to face Magwitch for whom he now has great affection and, in the attempt to get him out of the country which fails, he then has to sit at his deathbed and lose him too.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><em>“As the days went on, I noticed more and more that he would lie placidly looking at the white ceiling, with an absence of light in his face, until some word of mine brightened it for an instant....”</em></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><em>“You always wait at the gate don’t you dear boy?”   “Yes, not to lose a moment of the time”</em></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><em>“Thankee  dear boy. God bless you! You’ve never deserted me dear boy”</em></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><em>I pressed his hand in silence for I could not forget that I had one meant to desert him”</em></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I had difficulty in reading this last page as my eyes had filled up and were very blurry.  I found it all inexpressibly moving.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">So at the end of the book Pip has lost everything. His two mentors, Miss Havisham and Magwitch. His friend Pocket has gone abroad for his firm (this is one of the most disinterested gestures made by Pip as it was he who provided the capital for this venture all unknown to Herbert), he has lost Estella who has married the vile Bentley Drummle, all his money has gone and he becomes desperately ill.   He is nursed tenderly by Joe  and I feel the wheel has now come full circle.  He cares and tends for Pip as he failed to do when Pip was a child, Pip learns to love and appreciate him once more and Dickens brings it all to a sombre and serene conclusion.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">And what of Estella?   We know that Dickens wrote a very downbeat ending when Pip returns after many years from working abroad and they meet briefly and go their separate ways.  Though I can understand that this is more in tune with the final resolution, part of me is rather glad that  he was persuaded to write a happier ending though I am not sure that Dickens was ever comfortable with it.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><em>“I took her hand in mine, and we went out of the ruined place and as the morning mists had risen long ago when I first left the forge, so, the evening mists were rising now and in all the broad expanse of tranquil light they showed to me, I saw the shadow of no parting from her”</em></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Oh how I loved reading this again.  I have endeavoured to remember what my OU tutor said when I was writing an essay and to put my thoughts into order and tie them all up at the end when writing this post.  I am not sure I have succeeded but if it makes you want to read or re-read Great Expectations then my tutor can go hang and I will be a happy bunny.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Why did I leave it so long to read this again?   Answer comes there none....</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Wonderful, wonderful.</p></div>
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    <entry>
        <title>Random Economy</title>
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        <published>2012-01-21T16:38:27+00:00</published>
        <updated>2012-01-21T16:41:44+00:00</updated>
        <summary>It is nearly three years now since I retired (Calloo Callay O frabjous day) and it has taken me a long time to get my head round the fact that I now have a very limited, and static, income. When...</summary>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p style="text-align: justify;">It is nearly three years now since I retired (Calloo Callay O frabjous day) and it has taken me a long time to get my head round the fact that I now have a very limited, and static, income.  When I first finished work I had a few months pay to keep me going, I had money in the bank, was spending it on my trip to Australia etc etc and just thoroughly enjoying this retirement lark.  Well, reality has now set in and having to find £1,000 in the last six months to pay to the Tax Man (their mistake, not mine) has really made me sit down and think.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I have been indoors for most of January with the flu or whatever it was and not spending money in order to make sure I had the dosh in my account when the final instalment of the tax bill was paid, and it has concentrated my mind wonderfully.  I managed to save up the final £210 by watching every penny I spent and living within my means and I found it not too difficult and I did not feel I was exactly depriving myself either.   So I sat down and did my budget and after all bills and outgoings are paid, there is not much left.  So it is time for Economic Random.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">First up, I have really wanted a mattress topper for some time. Spending half of this month in bed feeling rotten showed up the fact that my bed is not that comfortable. I have a firm mattress for the sake of my back but I was finding it a bit hard now.  Trawling the internet for such a topper threw up various prices and when it comes to something like this I don't think that buying a cheap one is going to do any good.  So I gave up the idea until I was in Sainsbury's the other day doing a shop (and  <a href="http://randomjottings.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83451935569e20162ffefc563970d-pi" style="float: left;"><img alt="Penny" border="0" class="asset  asset-image at-xid-6a00d83451935569e20162ffefc563970d" src="http://randomjottings.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83451935569e20162ffefc563970d-800wi" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px;" title="Penny" /></a>sticking to my list) when I came across their Basic Range in the bedding section.  A 13 tog double duvet for £8. A flash of inspiration struck me and I bought two, plus a King size sheet for £6 = £24 in total. Got home, stripped bed, put both duvets on top of mattress, new sheet on top, tucked in and when I went to bed last night and sunk down into its blissful comfort I was really pleased with myself.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I have been doing some shopping at Poundland for some time but am now going to increase it.  Needed a new omelette pan - £1; shampoo and conditioner which normally costs me £3 each, £1 (ok the instructions on it are either in Arabic or Chinese but hey I know how to wash my hair); Vaseline is a brand name and in Poundland it is plain old Petroleum Jelly, massive tub £1 (I use it for body moisturiser, have been taking my make up off with it for years, shifts ANY mascara); Sellotape Three rolls £1; talcum powder (baby powder) £1 and so the list goes on.  They do have a small selection of groceries so biscuits, baked beans, washing powder etc are good value for money but beware the bacon - Yuk, it is mainly water.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I am pretty sure that this post must be unbelievably boring but I just need to set this all down so that I know what I am doing and also once it is on Random then I know I will be asked how the Great Economy Drive is going so it will help me to stick to it.  Well, I have to, simple as that.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Daughter Kathryn coming home this summer so want to be able to relax and spend while she is over so have set up a standing order for money to go into a savings account, not much but it all helps, and my sister and her husband who have a time share in Madeira, have given me a week in a flat there in June as a birthday pressie.  I booked my flights six months ago so got a stonking deal so that will be my main holiday this year though I do rather yearn over a long weekend break in New York which I have been promising myself for some time.   That money went to the Tax Man but we shall see.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Of course the main thing that I used to spend my money on when I was working was books, CDs and DVDs. Sometimes I look at my DVD collection and wonder why I bought this particular film which I saw in the cinema and have not watched since.  Now I am more discriminate and borrow DVDs instead of buying.   I also have a digibox so can record programmes so the last series of Sherlock is saved, The Killing Series 1 and 2 also saved, and am currently recording Borgen.  I have also taught myself patience - once when a series came out on DVD that was it, I had to have it on release but now I wait a bit. I do love Lewis and have ordered Series 5 but I waited six months and it is now only £10 on Amazon whereas when it first came out it was £25.  And so it goes on.  I am very glad that I have a huge collection of musicals on DVD and certain series and box sets that I would not be without and I bought all these precisely for the day which is now here, when I am retired and cannot afford them any more.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Books - every month while I was working I spent a lot of money on books. If I had a binge read, say the Mankell Wallender series, I would swan into Waterstones and buy five or six at a time. Once read, they were either given to friends or a charity shop. Money down the drain. Now that I have more time I go to the library and my latest binge read, the Harry Bosch books of Michael Connelly, have largely all been borrowed though I have bought a few for my Kindle.  But of course, the main reason I no longer buy books and I am not bragging about this believe me, is that I have no need to thanks to all of the lovely, kind and generous publishers who send me shed loads of stuff. I cannot review them all, they know and understand this and I do sometimes say not to send me a particular title as I know it is not for me and they must not waste a copy, but a lot come my way.  If there is a title I particularly want then I ask and it is given.  This is a blessing I am truly grateful for and never ever take for granted.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I had better finish this now as sure you are all keeling over with boredom, but I suppose this Economy Drive is my New Year Resolution if rather late, and I fully intend to stick to it.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Off to the kitchen now where I have pegged out my last tea bag so I can use it again....</p></div>
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    <entry>
        <title>The Winter Palace - Eva Stachniak</title>
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        <published>2012-01-20T08:16:08+00:00</published>
        <updated>2012-01-20T08:16:46+00:00</updated>
        <summary>This wonderful historical novel has just been published and the author Eva Stachniak has dropped by on Random Jottings to tell us a little about herself and how she sets about researching and writing her books: "I’ve been an academic...</summary>
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            <name>Elaine</name>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p style="text-align: justify;">This wonderful historical novel has just been published and the author <a href="http://evastachniak.com/" target="_self">Eva Stachniak</a> has dropped by on Random Jottings to tell us a little about herself and how she sets about researching and writing her books:</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><em>"I’ve been an academic for many years, so I’m familiar with the rigors  of searching for the right sources, but researching a novel is not like  researching an academic paper. In some ways it may be less rigorous,  for a piece of undocumented gossip may become an important inspiration.  But it also has to be more rigorous for its it threatens to spill in so  many directions that it is possible to plunge into indiscriminate  research and come out the other end with far too much.</em></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><em>Fiction does not take well to such abundance. The researched details,  tidbits, stories demand attention, claim the imagination and refuse to  fade. And fade they must, for otherwise the story will never gel. </em></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><em>When I started writing The Winter Palace, I read the  existing biographies of Catherine the Great and the people from her  court as well as diaries and letters from anyone even remotely connected  with 18<sup>th</sup> century Russia. Having written about the same period of time in my previous novel, Dancing with Kings, I already had numerous notes on everyday details of life.  What I needed was a focus and a voice.</em></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><em>The focus came from Catherine’s letter to the British ambassador in  Russia, Sir Charles Hanbury-Williams in which she tells him of the three  spies she has in the ruling empress Elizabeth Petrovna’s bedroom.  Spying is what a writer does best. For what else am I doing but  eavesdropping on the past? Rummaging in its secrets?</em></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><em>I knew I could not find a better narrator than a spy who wishes to  help Catherine rule Russia. All I had to do was to let her speak"</em></p>
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<p style="text-align: justify;"><strong>My thanks to Eva and here is my review and my thoughts on historical novels in general:</strong><em><br /></em></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I have loved historical novels ever since I was a little girl, there was always something so romantic and beguiling about them all and in my teens I waded my way through every single Jean Plaidy I could get my hands on, then all of hers written under the name of Victoria Holt, then Catherine Gaskin's historical titles, Margaret Campbell Barnes and so the list goes on and on.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">As I grew older I found that quite a lot of historical novels were pretty poor, I am naming no names here, almost as if the authors of these works felt that bad writing could be covered up by bunging the hero/heroine in doublet and hose etc and slinging in the odd Zounds and Gadzooks.  My interest in this genre waned somewhat and many years went by before I tried them again. Once more I came up against some pretty crap writing, again no names no pack drill, but this time newly minted and published with lots of headless women on the front cover.  If the story was set in Tudor times, well fine, it was likely that you might end up headless, but it got  wearying after a while and rather turned me off reading more.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I have always loved a good yarn though and was drawn back gradually by discovering and reading some great titles, Needle in the Blood by Sarah Bower, Cathedral of the Sea by Idelsonsa Falcones being particularly fine examples, and then finding in my library (sadly out of print now) a tirlogy of novels by Cynthia Harrod-Eagles set in Russia and, of courser, her Morland Family Saga.  Now, I simply adore historical novels set in Russia. There is something so fascinating about Petersburg, the Tsars, the Winter Palace, the troikas speeding across the snow as the heroine is wrapped in sumptuous furs that has always appealed and when this novel of Eva Stachniak appeared I knew straight away that it was for me.  My thanks as ever to the publishers, in this case Doubleday, for their generosity as this weighs in at over 400 pages and a bit pricey and as soon as it arrived I got stuck in.  This coincided with the beginning of my flu which explains why the late review, and I had to put it to one side for a day or two, much though I was enjoying it, as I just could not concentrate on all the ins and outs and the internecine goings on and I knew I needed my wits about me.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Winter-Palace-novel-young-Catherine/dp/0857520539/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1326643542&amp;sr=1-1" target="_self">The Winter Palace</a> is the story of Catherine the Great, her childhood and early days at the court of Empress Elizabeth, who arrives from Prussia as prospective bride for Peter, Elizabeth's nephew and heir. She becomes friends with Vavara, a young orphaned Polish girl who was brought to serve at the  <a href="http://randomjottings.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83451935569e201676092666d970b-pi" style="float: right;"><img alt="Winter" border="0" class="asset  asset-image at-xid-6a00d83451935569e201676092666d970b" src="http://randomjottings.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83451935569e201676092666d970b-800wi" style="margin: 0px 0px 5px 5px;" title="Winter" /></a>Empress Elizabeth's glittering court and soon finds herself being schooled in the intricacies of spying by the Chancellor of Russia himself.   The court is split into factions each watching each other and jockeying for position and favours - no members of parliament here, if you wanted something you had to catch the Empress's eye and/or favour.  Elizabeth has a network of informers, her 'tongues' and Varvara is sent to spy on Sophie, the future Catherine the Great, and to report on her thoughts, her behaviour and her secrets.   But Vavara and Sophie strike up a friendship even though by so doing Varvara is serving two masters, always a dangerous game but particularly so at a court so full of betrayal and intrigue.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I find that the word 'teeming' tends to find its way into my posts when I am writing about historical novels. I am sure a lot of 'teeming' goes on in modern novels too but I never seem to find it very much, it seems to be linked with courts and cities all brimming with noise, bustle and colour. Daresay Buckingham Palace may teem at times, but it lacks a certain something one feels...</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">But I digress. This novel teems in abundance and is packed full of fascinating charcters many of which are real life courtiers and politicians and ambassadors of the time.  I have a very old and battered biography of Catherine the Great by Joan Haslip written some 30+ years ago and I pulled it down from my shelves while reading this so that the names that appeared throughout the narrative, the Chancellor of Russia, the British Ambassador, the lovers of the Empress Elizabeth, could be checked and portraits of the time looked at and it all brought it so much nearer and made it more real as I read.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Of course, treachery awaits Varvara <em>"Did I grow careless in those days? Heady with the thought that after the imperial wedding day I - a bookbinder's daughter - might walk behind the Grand Duchess as one of her noble maids?  Did I get too caught up in Catherine's joyful smiles and girlish fears?"</em></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">The answer to that of course is, yes.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I can only give you a flavour of this simply terrific book and do urge you to get hold of a copy.  Lovely cover which catches the eye, clear print thank heavens as it is a long read and your eye could get weary if a smaller font was used, and so well written, narrative that takes you up and along so that you cannot wait to find out what happens, danger and deceit lurking around every corner, glorious descriptions of the richness and decadence, corruption and lies in this most fascinating of times.  A stonking read.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I think you can probably guess that I thoroughly enjoyed it.  Already a candidate for Random's  Books of 2012.</p></div>
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        <title>Random January</title>
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        <published>2012-01-18T10:16:39+00:00</published>
        <updated>2012-01-18T10:18:45+00:00</updated>
        <summary>Is there anybody out there who actually likes January? If so, please let me know. I really dislike this month and am not sure why. I suspect it is because we have just got over Christmas and the enforced jollity...</summary>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p style="text-align: justify;">Is there anybody out there who actually likes January?  If so, please let me know.  I really dislike this month and am not sure why. I suspect it is because we have just got over Christmas and the enforced jollity which is New Year and then, pow, here we are again, back to the normal routine, nose to the grindstone blah blah.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I think my dislike is due to the fact that, for the third year running, I have been felled by the Dreaded Lurgy, probably the flu.  As you know, I live on my own, a domestic state which suits me very well, but when one is ill then its downside comes to the fore.  Then one longs for somebody to put the kettle on, make a cup of tea and generally sympathise. On the other hand, there is nobody there to witness the pasty face, the bags under the eyes, the bird nest hair and the general shambling around in a dressing gown covered in egg yolk which one's palsied hand dripped down the front when trying to eat a boiled egg and soldiers....</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">OK so I get moaney and whiny when ill and thank goodness that stage has passed. However, I am still feeling wobbly and generally low, so am staying indoors, reading, watching DVDs and keeping warm.  I am also not spending money which is my main priority at the moment.   I have had a running battle with the Inland Revenue for three years now over a tax demand and it has taken all this time to sort it out and only the intervention of my MP goaded them into action.  In the end it was a woman who sorted it out.  Now, please don't level accusations of sexism but this does not surprise me. I have been through correspondence with Tax Inspectors, Complaints Inspectors, Tax Advisers, all men, who  have rambled on and explained nothing, I even received one letter saying 'please do call me if you have any  <a href="http://randomjottings.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83451935569e20168e5bc2dbf970c-pi" style="float: right;"><img alt="It" border="0" class="asset  asset-image at-xid-6a00d83451935569e20168e5bc2dbf970c image-full" src="http://randomjottings.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83451935569e20168e5bc2dbf970c-800wi" style="margin: 0px 0px 5px 5px;" title="It" /></a>queries and I will personally see what can be done'.  The letter was unsigned.  Then a final letter explaining everything, a model of clarity and clear English, and it was a woman and I am most grateful to her.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Anyway, to cut a long and tedious story short, all is now sorted but it involved me paying £1,000 to the IR. There is no doubt I do owe it but there is also no doubt that it is due to the tax system that this has risen and they freely acknowledge that it is their fault, but I still have to pay.  So this has now been done and my mind is finally at rest.  I have also been assured that I do not need to fill in a Return this year and all is now straightforward and sorted.  Yeh, right.  Yesterday, despite having filled in a Return and paid this bill, I received a letter warning me that I will be fined £100 if I don't get my tax Return in by the end of the month.   So another letter fired off to the IR telling them in the politest terms possible to please check their records and confirm that all is in order.   Oh, alright, it wasn't polite....</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I have also heard of the death of my Uncle John.  He was my uncle by my marriage and, though the rest of the family dropped me like a hot potato when I quit the marital home, Uncle John remained a staunch support and full of kindness.  He was a real gentleman, kind, courteous, immaculately dressed and such beautiful manners - he called me before Christmas and said he did not think he would be around much longer and we had a lovely chat. He died peacefully in his sleep at the age of 97.  He met my mum on a couple of occasions so I hope that somewhere they are having a gossip.  It was a good end but I shall be glad to see the back of January and the coming of Spring.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Have just read this post through and gosh I sound a misery so will now say that I have been so cheered by all the message sent to me, by lovely books sent by lovely publishers, and have been thoroughly enjoying reacquainting myself with Dickens as it is His Year.   This morning I finished Great Expectations which I have not read for over 40 years and, with more knowledge of his life and works than hitherto, loved every single moment of it.  I could not put it down and will be writing about it later on in the week.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Am now about to cook myself a belated brekkie, bacon and egg and coffee await me.   I may re-watch Sunday night's episode of Sherlock which had me on the edge of my seat so I can work out once more How they Did It.   Cracking stuff.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Au reservoir.</p></div>
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        <title>Look back with Love - Dodie Smith</title>
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        <summary>A couple of years ago I reviewed a book called Kisses on a Postcard. I started the post by saying 'this is a lovely lovely book'. I felt that was the only way I could describe it and how much...</summary>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p style="text-align: justify;">A couple of years ago I reviewed a book called Kisses on a Postcard.  I started the post by saying '<em>this is a lovely lovely book'.</em> I felt that was the only way I could describe it and how much I had enjoyed it. Well, here I go again.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Look back with Love is a lovely, lovely, lovely book.  It is charming, it is delightful, it is beguiling, it made me laugh and it made me cry and I adored every single word of it and was very sad to finish it. I gather that Dodie Smith has written other volumes of autobiography, out if print it seems, and I am now going to track them down.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://randomjottings.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83451935569e20168e5939aa9970c-pi"><img alt="Sfe-1-12" class="asset  asset-image at-xid-6a00d83451935569e20168e5939aa9970c" src="http://randomjottings.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83451935569e20168e5939aa9970c-600wi" style="width: 600px; display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Sfe-1-12" /></a><br />This particular title has been reprinted by <a href="http://www.foxedquarterly.com/buy/slightly-foxed-editions/" target="_self">Slightly Foxed Editions</a>.   Now, I love this quarterly. I don't subscribe any more, not because I don't want to, but simply because I never got round to reading them. Each quarterly is packed with fascinating articles all screaming out Read Me Read Me and I used to feel so guilty at the ever growing heap in the corner.  This is why I cancelled so many subscriptions as I just could not keep up.  However, those lovely people at SF send me the odd Quarterly very now and then and also ask if I would like to post about one of the articles in one of the editions so I am a lucky lady and appreciate their kindness very much.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Valerie Grove, Dodie's biographer, writes the preface to this elegant little edition.<em> 'Dodie said she never felt quite grown up.  This may sound like an excuse for tiresome behaviour but Dodie did retain all her life a childlike charm, being under five feet tall with a high pitched girlish voice. She was an only child, a singularly precocious, egocentric and thoroughly original one'</em></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">When I was about twelve I read The Hundred and One Dalmatians and simply adored it and loved the idea of The Twilight Barking as well. It appears that Dodie wrote this out of sheer irritation at Enid Blyton's success and of course it became a huge seller and there have been film versions of it ever since.  But then I grew up, discovered the Virago green covered editions and read I capture the Castle, totally unaware that the author was the same person. There are many great opening lines with which we are all familiar but surely <em>'I write this sitting in the kitchen sink'</em> must rank as one of the great ones as Cassandra Mortmain writes in her diary.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">The key to Dodie's plays, her drawing room comedies, to the romantic novel and to her children's stories all lie in her childhood.  Look Back with Love is one of the funniest and delightful childhood biographies I have read, reminded me in places of Gwen Raverat's childhood in Cambridge, both children seemingly surrounded by a collection of aunts, uncles and grandparents who are bursting with enthusiasm, wit and eccentricity.  When I had finished the Dodie the thought crossed my mind that I wished I had had an eclectic bunch of relatives like this and then I sat down and went through my family and came to the conclusion that I had.  I may ponder on this a bit and do my own childhood post some time - be warned.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><em>"I find it strange that I could read quite difficult music several years before I could read a word, or rather when I could only read one word, for Nan did manage to teach me my letters and I could pick out the word 'the'; I sometimes read all the 'thes' in a story and felt very intellectual"</em></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><em>"Have I mentioned that I sang? And of course I also danced. I fear many children played, danced, sang and recited but I doubt if many of them could count on such ecstatic audiences as I could; nobody made much secret of the fact that I was a genius, but alas, it wore off with my fair hair"</em></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Just a little flavour of this book.  I beg you, please do get hold of a copy. If you are feeling miserable, it will cheer you up, if you are feeling ill (as I was when it arrived) it will make you feel better and, if you are already well and happy, it will make you even more so.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Sheer and utter delight from start to finish.  I will end as I started. This is a lovely lovely lovely book.</p></div>
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        <title>Weekend Ramblings</title>
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        <summary>Slowly getting back into the swing of things both on and off blog now, though a visit to Colchester town centre yesterday to go to bank and carry out a few errands, left me feeling exhausted but no need to...</summary>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p style="text-align: justify;">Slowly getting back into the swing of things both on and off blog now, though a visit to Colchester town centre yesterday to go to bank and carry out a few errands, left me feeling exhausted but no need to repeat that rather depressing experience for a while yet.   Have been generally catching up on reading and posting and have two or three reviews which I will settle down and write tomorrow ready for the coming week.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">In the meantime this will just be one of those Random Rambles when I note down things of interest - well to me, anyway, and hope they will be for you as well.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Whenever I drive to Cambridge I park my car in one of their excellent Park and Ride Schemes and the one I use is called Trumpington.  UK readers of a certain age will understand why each time I park I  <a href="http://randomjottings.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83451935569e20167608665b8970b-pi" style="float: left;"><img alt="Trumpton" border="0" class="asset  asset-image at-xid-6a00d83451935569e20167608665b8970b image-full" src="http://randomjottings.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83451935569e20167608665b8970b-800wi" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px;" title="Trumpton" /></a>mutter under my breath <em>Pugh, Pugh, Barney McGrew, Cuthbert, Dibble, Grub.  </em>For others, I need to explain. These were the names of the fire brigade at Trumpton (geddit?), which was a simply delightful children's programme of the sixties and seventies.  My two used to love sitting down and watching these little wooden figures dealing with the fire call out and the rest of general village life.  The other part of this trilogy was Camberwick Green and Chigley and, thanks to some pushing by the Trumpton creator, who is now 90, the BBC has digitally remastered all 39 episodes of this trilogy and they are to be released on DVD.  In its usual careless way of mislaying programmes that the BBC don't care about but we do, the master copies could not be found, but Mr Murray persuaded them to have another look and lo and behold they were found in a vault. Odd that....</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I am about to nip over to Amazon and check these out as I simply cannot wait to show these to Florence and see what she makes of them.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Another little tit bit of news which has delighted me is that a film is being made of The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie and shooting starts in March.  This is a simply gorgeous book which I reviewed <a href="http://randomjottings.typepad.com/random_jottings_of_an_ope/2008/05/the-guernsey-li.html" target="_self">here </a>when it was first published.  Sadly, the author died before its publication and never saw it in printed form though she knew that it was being published.  It is a one off and a simply marvellous one off at that.  If you have not read it may I urge you to do so. Kate Winslet will play writer Juliet Ashton who penned columns for a magazine during Word War II.  After the war she is contacted by Channel Islander Dawsey Adams and, as their correspondence continues, the story unfolds of how a book society was established on Nazi-occupied Guernsey to fool curlew patrols. It is being directed by Ken Branagh and this is a film that I am really looking forward to seeing and only hope that it does the author justice.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">It is now Saturday evening and it is dark outside and I love the feeling of the curtains drawn against the cold and all cosy indoors.  I am just embarking on my re-read of Great Expectations and, while I loved the recent TV version, am looking forward to acquainting myself one more with, not only the characters we saw on the BBC, but seeing more of Biddy and the Aged P.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">So supper calleth and later on two more episodes of Borgen, the political drama  on BBC4 which is a channel that proves you don't need to dumb down and can show interesting, well made and adult programmes that don't cater to the masses.  BBC has, naturally, cut its budget.....</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">What larks!</p></div>
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        <title>A lifetime Burning - Linda Gillard</title>
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        <summary>You will remember last year I reviewed The House of Silence by Linda Gillard who, fed up with being told it was not 'marketable', took to the e-book route and sold thousands. She also guested on Random telling us how...</summary>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p style="text-align: justify;">You will remember last year I reviewed <a href="http://randomjottings.typepad.com/random_jottings_of_an_ope/2011/05/house-of-silence-review-and-thanks.html" target="_self">The House of Silence by Linda Gillard</a> who, fed up with being told it was not 'marketable', took to the e-book route and sold thousands. She also guested on Random telling us how she did it<a href="http://randomjottings.typepad.com/random_jottings_of_an_ope/2011/05/the-house-of-silence-by-linda-gillard-over-to-the-author.html" target="_self"> here</a>.  If you missed this fascinating post first time around, please do check it out and all the comments as well which are quite an eye opener.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Well, never content to sit back Linda is now motoring ahead with more.   Her second book, <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/A-LIFETIME-BURNING-ebook/dp/B006VOL2WE/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1326378863&amp;sr=1-1" target="_self">A Lifetime Burning' </a>is now available for your Kindle and, having read all of this author's books, I have to say that I think this is her best.  It was her second book and I felt a huge leap forward from her first, Emotional Geology, and on checking my archives this is how I reviewed it back in 2007 <span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong>(PLEASE NOTE SPOLIER ALERT)</strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><em>"I have just finished reading A Lifetime Burning and am still trying to  come to terms with it.  My first thoughts are is that it is a huge leap  forward in terms of writing and flow of language from her first Transita  novel Emotional Geology.  I wonder if that  book was used as a practice run, one that Linda Gillard had had  gestating for a long time and was just eager to get published and out of  her system?  This latest book is much more mature and so much better  written.  It is almost as if Emotional Geology <a href="http://randomjottings.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83451935569e20168e568cdcd970c-pi" style="float: right;"><img alt="Alb" border="0" class="asset  asset-image at-xid-6a00d83451935569e20168e568cdcd970c" src="http://randomjottings.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83451935569e20168e568cdcd970c-800wi" style="margin: 0px 0px 5px 5px;" title="Alb" /></a> had given her confidence  in her abilities and enabled her to write such a good second novel.</em><br /><br /><em>BUT,  and there is a but in all this - I found the subject matter  disturbing.  There is no attempt to gloss over the incestuous love  between Flora and Rory and portray it as making them happy in any way,  indeed it is made clear that this love brings nothing but sorrow. A  reader coming to this book with no knowledge of its subject matter could  read for quite a while before it is clear where the story is leading.   Once you reach the point of realisation it will not matter, you will  read on as by then Flora and Rory have a hold on the reader and you will  want to find out what happens to them both".</em></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Well, I see no reason to change my opinion in the intervening years. I think this was a very brave book to write and taking quite a chance as a second novel.  I know that publishers don't like books that they cannot categorise or which fit neatly into a box which they can tick, and Linda has yet to produce anything that can be dealt with in this way.  Rather each book is a surprise, a 'wonder what we are going to get this time' kind of a read.  She keeps her readers on their toes and though publishers may not like it very much, we do.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Delighted this is now available as an ebook and that the pleasure of reading this is just one click away.  I am full of admiration for Linda taking charge of her books and publishing in this way and wish her luck, not that I think for one moment she needs it.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">One last thing, if you should purchase and read any of Linda's books on Amazon and have enjoyed it, but don't feel like writing a review, please do click on 'Like' which is next to the book's title.   Apparently this is noted by Amazon and makes a difference.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">So off you go - get clicking. At 88p this has to be the bargain of the century.....</p></div>
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