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And if there is any left over, I buy food." --Erasmus</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781848331984255938/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16108897586586146730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iW_fCUD_c8/SPOLZXVn0II/AAAAAAAAAvw/WMtCKU8beqA/S220/Christine+de+Pizan.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1222</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/Hpzuj" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/hpzuj" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMEQXs5fSp7ImA9WhBbFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781848331984255938.post-2533621105966915631</id><published>2013-05-15T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-05-15T11:40:00.525-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-15T11:40:00.525-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Authors: R" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reviews" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fiction" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amazon Vine" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="historical fiction" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="4 stars" /><title>Review: A Spear of Summer Grass, by Deanna Raybourn</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=agiwainabo-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=as1&amp;amp;asins=0778314391&amp;amp;ref=tf_til&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;


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&lt;b&gt;Pages: 384&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Original date of publication:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;My copy: 2013 (Harlequin MIRA)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Why I decided to read: Copy offered for review&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;How I acquired my copy: Amazon Vine, April 2013&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Set in 1923, the novel focuses on Delilah Drummond, a
daringly modern woman who is forced to take a “break” from society when a
scandal threatens her reputation. She goes to Kenya and her stepfather’s
estate, Fairlight, and quickly becomes acclimatized to the way of life
there—meeting, as she does so, Ryder White, a hunter/tracker. &lt;/div&gt;
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I’ve had a taste of British colonial life in Kenya—Frances
Osborne’s &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/2011/02/review-bolter-by-frances-osborne.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Bolter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is about a famous colonist of the period, Idina Sackville,
and the five husbands she “bolted” from in order to set up a new life in Kenya
(where she continued her adventures, many of them sexual). So there are pretty
obvious comparisons to be made between Idina Sackville and Delilah Drummond, as
there are between Dennis Finch-Hatton (of Out of Africa fame) and Ryder White.
Still, there’s enough about each of these fictional characters to make them
interesting, and I was interested to see how Delilah would develop throughout
the novel. At first she seems to be a pretty stereotypical fish-out-of-water
character, but I was pleased to see how she falls in love not only with Ryder
White but Africa, too, and grow as a person in the process—especially since she
has her past with which to grapple. So what we are shown is more than just the
surface; we are shown the reason for why Delilah behaves (at least in her
pre-Africa life) the way she does. So the focus is on reflection—reflection on
one’s life, even though it might seem to be small in the grand scheme of
things. &lt;/div&gt;
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What I thought was especially good were Deanna Raybourn’s
descriptions of Africa—the love story in the book isn’t really the one between
Delilah and Ryder as much as it is about Delilah’s growing love for Africa. So
Africa itself becomes a character, with its own flaws and advantages. I’m not
usually a fan of Deanna Raybourn’s stand-alone novels that don’t feature Lady
Julia Grey, but I thought &lt;i&gt;A Spear of Summer Grass &lt;/i&gt;was especially well done. You
even get a nod to Walt Whitman; what’s not to love?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Pages: 367&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Original date of publication: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;My copy: 1978 (Ace books)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Why I decided to read:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;How I acquired my copy: Amazon.com, November 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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DE Stevenson’s books are quite hard to find, but I was able
to buy a copy of &lt;i&gt;Celia’s House &lt;/i&gt;a few years ago. The novel takes place over the
course of about 40 years and focuses on the lives and fortune of the Dunne
family and their family estate, Dinnian, in Scotland. Humphrey Dunne inherits
the estate in 1905 from Celia Dunne, with the stipulation that Dunnian will be
passed to Humphrey’s daughter, Celia, when she comes of age. &lt;/div&gt;
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Some of the plot is a little predictable; for example, when
the elder Celia states that Dunnian be passed on to the younger Celia, the
younger Celia hasn’t even been born yet—so it’s pretty obvious that there will
indeed be another Celia to carry on the family name. Because the book takes
place over a larger period of time, there were also large gaps between events;
for example, Stevenson doesn’t really describe what happens when Celia receives
her inheritance or her reaction to it. In fact, the book isn’t so much about
Celia as it is about the family in general. &lt;/div&gt;
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Nonetheless, there are a few strong points to the book,
including the romance—Steven describes perfectly the agony (and ecstasy) of
young love. Still, I didn’t think this book was quite as strong as some of the
other DE Stevenson novels I’ve read. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Pages: 403&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Original date of publication: 1937&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;My copy: 2006 (Harper Mystery)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Why I decided to read:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;How I acquired my copy: Barnes and Noble, May 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have slowly been winding my way through the iconic Lord
Peter Wimsey series, based on publication date, and I’ve wound down with
&lt;i&gt;Busman’s Honeymoon&lt;/i&gt;. Lord Peter and Harriet Vane are newlyweds who decide to
spend their honeymoon in the countryside at Talboys, a farmhouse in
Herfordshire. But their idyll is shattered when the former owner of their house
is found dead in the cellar…&lt;/div&gt;
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The title is a takeoff on the phrase busman’s holiday; the
idea being that, while of vacation or holiday, someone does something that’s
similar to their line of work. Of course, Lord Peter and Harriet’s wedding is
supposed to be a break from crime, but they nonetheless find themselves solving
one all the same. &lt;/div&gt;
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In all, I thought this was a strong ending to the series—Sayers
wraps up a few loose ends in the Lord Peter/Harriet/Bunter storyline (and
Bunter gets a more significant role in this book, which I was glad to see). Lord
peter and Harriet don’t have a typical relationship; he likes that she’s not a
typical woman and that she challenges him, but at the same time there’s a lot
of tension between them. And it’s interesting to see how they try not to slide
into the gender roles that they’re supposed to fill. We also see Peter’s shell shock
(alluded to in previous novels) firsthand. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Pages: 383&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Original date of publication: 1865&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;My copy: 1986 (Virago)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Why I decided to read:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;How I acquired my copy: Ebay, February 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
A friend to George Meredith, Thackeray, and other notables
of that time, Lucie Duff Gordon (1821-1969) was raised in a radical, intellectual family and imbued with a sense of
adventure; her imagination roamed father than the usual Grand Tour. In
1862, she took a tour to South Africa, attempting to recover from tuberculosis;
when that didn’t succeed, she went to Egypt, where her son-in-law was a banker.
Although her daughter and son-in-law lived in Alexandria, Gordon spent much of
her time in Luxor, living in a ruined house above a temple. Her letters were
alternately written to her husband, Sir Alexander Duff Gordon; her mother; and
her daughter.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Gordon’s letters reveal someone with a high amount of
inquisitiveness and cultural sensitivity; Gordon frees herself from the usual
ways that other Europeans stereotyped Egyptians at the time. She was there just
as the Europeans were modernizing Egypt, represented by the construction of the
Suez Canal, which opened in 1869, the year Gordon passed away. Her letters reflect
the changes to rural Egypt that were occurring, as well as observing social
systems that were in place (especially criticizing the corvee, which was a
system of forced labor that was used to build the Canal), and she was dismayed
by the poverty that she witnessed while in Luxor. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Gordon’s tone is lively; perceptive; she had a keen interest
in the Egyptian people and their history, and she interacted with the often,
especially as an amateur doctor (Hakeemah). “I am in love with the Arabs’ ways,
and I have contrived to see and know more of family life than many Europeans
who have lived here for years,” she wrote. So we meet a wide variety of people,
including Omar, her faithful servant. In all, a lively, entertaining collection
of letters. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Hpzuj/~4/O1-fiitVqnU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/feeds/30687211309673740/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781848331984255938&amp;postID=30687211309673740" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781848331984255938/posts/default/30687211309673740?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781848331984255938/posts/default/30687211309673740?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Hpzuj/~3/O1-fiitVqnU/review-letters-from-egypt-by-lucie-duff.html" title="Review: Letters From Egypt, by Lucie Duff Gordon" /><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16108897586586146730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iW_fCUD_c8/SPOLZXVn0II/AAAAAAAAAvw/WMtCKU8beqA/S220/Christine+de+Pizan.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/2013/05/review-letters-from-egypt-by-lucie-duff.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAEQX46fyp7ImA9WhBUEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781848331984255938.post-4666723481095746136</id><published>2013-04-27T06:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-04-27T06:15:00.017-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-27T06:15:00.017-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reviews" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="classics" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Persephone" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fiction" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Authors: F" /><title>Review: The Home-Maker, by Dorothy Canfield Fisher</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=agiwainabo-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=as1&amp;amp;asins=0897330692&amp;amp;ref=tf_til&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;


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&lt;b&gt;Pages: 268&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Original date of publication: 1924&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;My copy: 2008 (Persephone)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Why I decided to read:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;How I acquired my copy: Persephone subscription, November
2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Set in small-town America around the time it was written,
this novel explores gender roles and how they affect families, and one family
in particular. Lester Knapp is an accountant for a department store; his wife,
Evangeline, is a housewife raising their three children. They both perform the
roles expected of them by society, yet neither is suited to their role and
neither is particularly happy. When Lester is injured in an accident that leaves
him home-bound, his wife goes to work—to the benefit of everyone in the family.
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Dorothy Canfield Fisher gets her reader deep into the heads
of her characters, so we can understand exactly what they’re like and so that
we get a three-dimensional view of the situation. Even the children’s point of
view is well represented—especially Stephen, aged 5, who fears having his Teddy
taken away to be washed. Therefore, we get the truth of a situation without the
biases of your traditional narrator and so that the reader can see exactly what’s
going on under the surface. While all the characters in the novel are lovable,
my favorite is Lester—a dreamy poetry lover who turns out to excel as a homemaker
and discovers a new-found appreciation for his children and their talents. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Fisher believed strongly in the strength of one’s internal
personal life over external considerations. And the strength of this novel is
what it says about American culture in general. Small town life is famous for
being busybody-like; everyone knew your business and involved themselves in it,
and if you strayed away from that, you’d be ostracized. So this novel serves as
a sort of criticism of that way of life and what it represents. None of the
Knapp family really has the freedom to do what suits them personally; they’re
all at the mercy of what society dictates. In all, an incredible novel, with
the wheelchair representing how social expectations can bind us all.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Pages: 506&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Original date of publication: July, 2013&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;My copy: 2013 (Random House; ARC)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Why I decided to read: Offered through Amazon Vine program&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;How I acquired my copy: Amazon Vine program, march 2013&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
I’ve loved Sarah Dunant’s novels for years, so when I saw
that &lt;i&gt;Blood and Beauty&lt;/i&gt; was available for review before publication, I jumped at the chance to read
it. It tells the story of the Borgia family, specifically Lucrezia, and follows
them from Rodrigo Borgia’s ascension to the papacy (and pope Alexander) in 1492
to Lucrezia’s third marriage to Alfonso d’Este in 1502. Rodrigo Borgia’s rise
to power was much in keeping with the mores of the time period in which his
lived. He even Italianized his name from Borja to Borgia. He and his four
children, as well as his mistresses, became symbols of the power, splendor, and
decadence of the Papal court in the late 15th century.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
It’s really, really hard to write fiction about the Borgia
family without completely vilifying or vindicating them, but Dunant does a
wonderful job of showing both the strengths and weaknesses of these people.
They’re ruthless and cunning, but they don’t seem (at first) as bad as history
has made them out to be. There’s this wonderful scene about halfway through the
novel, where Cesare Borgia gores a boar; the way the scene is described, it
serves as a strong metaphor for not only the dangers of the Papal court, but
the savageness of Cesare’s character. That’s the kind of fiction I love; the
kind of writing that shows you how something is without explicitly saying so.
It makes people, places and events seem so much more real. Dunant’s focus is on
stripping away the myths in order to reveal the psychological truths that lie
beneath the surface.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
According to the author’s note at the end, there will be a
second novel that will cover the conclusion of Lucrezia’s story.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Pages: 378&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Original date of publication: 2013&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;My copy: 2013 (Norton)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Why I decided to read:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;How I acquired my copy: Amazon Vine program, March 2013&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The Gods of Heavenly Punishment&lt;/i&gt; is set during WWII, and
specifically focuses on the American firebombing of Tokyo in 1942 and 1945. We
are introduced to Yoshi Kobayashi, the daughter of an expansionist; Cam, a
bomber pilot taken prisoner by the Japanese; and Anton, an American architect,
who had helped build some of Tokyo’s modern buildings in the 1920s and ‘30s but
is enlisted to build test structures for the American air force to practice. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Epstein has chosen an event that rarely gets written about
in fiction, yet caused so much devastation at the same time; in the Operation
Meetinghouse attack of 1945, 16 square miles of Tokyo were destroyed, approximately
100,000 people were killed, and over a million lost their homes. It was the deadliest
air raid of WWII. So I was very interested to read about this lesser-known
period of history and witness it through the eyes of these characters—especially
Yoshi, who finds herself directly impacted by the 1945 raid. &lt;a href="http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/2008/05/review-painter-from-shanghai-by.html" target="_blank"&gt;Jennifer Cody Epstein&lt;/a&gt; writes beautifully, and her description of what happens to these
characters is riveting. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Pages: 473&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Original date of publication: 1909-1986&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;My copy: 2012 (Persephone)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Why I decided to read:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;How I acquired my copy: Persephone subscription, January
2013&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The Persephone Book of Short Stories&lt;/i&gt; is a collection of thirty
short stories—some that have been previously published in other Persephone
books (crowd pleasers such as Minnie Panter-Downes’s “Good Evening, Mrs Craven”
and Irene Nemirovsky’s “Dimanche”)—some that have been published in the
&lt;i&gt;Persephone Post&lt;/i&gt;, and others that appear here for the first time. The earliest
story in the collection, Susan Glaspell’s“A to Z,” was published in 1909 and
the last, Georgina Hammick’s “A Few Cases in the Day Case Unit,” in 1986.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
My favorite story in the collection is the first: Susan
Glaspell’s “A to Z,’ in which a young college graduate gets a job as a
dictionary copyist at a publisher’s office. She strikes up a friendship with a
young man at the office; the irony of the story being that while these
characters’ bread and butter revolves around words, they cannot find words that
are adequate to describe their feelings for one another (personally, I could
also relate to the main character’s situation of having that feeling of jumping
off into the unknown after graduation, and of having a vaguely-defined dream to
work in publishing). Other Persephone authors that appear here include
Katherine Mansfield, Elizabeth Berridge, Dorothy Whipple, Frances Towers,
Margaret Bonham, Diana Gardner, Diana Athill, EM Delafield, Dorothy Canfield
Fisher, Norah Hoult, Betty Miller, and Penelope Mortimer. I was also pleased to
discover that stories by two more of my favorite authors, Edith Wharton and Dorothy
Parker, were included here.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
The stories are arranged chronologically and their subjects
vary, but the theme is constant; the stories highlight the types of things that
women’s lives are focused on: relationships, family, jobs, etc. The collection
is therefore a pretty-well-rounded representation of the kind of fiction that
Persephone publishes. I only wish that the collection had included fewer
stories that had been previously published by Persephone, and more that were
new.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Hpzuj/~4/lo39XtuAphg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/feeds/108769107518517298/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781848331984255938&amp;postID=108769107518517298" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781848331984255938/posts/default/108769107518517298?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781848331984255938/posts/default/108769107518517298?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Hpzuj/~3/lo39XtuAphg/review-persephone-book-of-short-stories.html" title="Review: The Persephone Book of Short Stories" /><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16108897586586146730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iW_fCUD_c8/SPOLZXVn0II/AAAAAAAAAvw/WMtCKU8beqA/S220/Christine+de+Pizan.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/2013/04/review-persephone-book-of-short-stories.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IFRno5cSp7ImA9WhBWFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781848331984255938.post-7222789502701057840</id><published>2013-04-10T15:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2013-04-10T15:18:37.429-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-10T15:18:37.429-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2 stars" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reviews" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fiction" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="historical fiction" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Authors: D" /><title>Review: The Wild Rose, by Jennifer Donnelly</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=agiwainabo-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=as1&amp;amp;asins=B005CA79Z2&amp;amp;ref=tf_til&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;


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&lt;b&gt;Pages: 640&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Original date of publication: 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;My copy: 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Why I decided to read: received a copy from the publisher
for review&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;How I acquired my copy: Amazon Vine program, 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Although I wasn’t too keen on the first two books in this
trilogy—&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/2008/06/review-tea-rose-by-jennifer-donnelly.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Tea Rose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/2008/05/review-winter-rose-by-jennifer-donnelly.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Winter Rose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;—I picked this one up hoping my mind
had changed. Each book in the story offers a different perspective on one
family at the turn of the century; this book begins just before WWI and focuses
on Seamie and Willa. I think the story is meant to be fast-paced and give the
reader a good overview of early 20th century history, but the story lines were
so unrealistic and predictable that I had a hard time finishing the book. There
were so many characters and coincidences that the book got pretty convoluted
after a while. The characters’ dialogue also didn’t seem era-appropriate. This
might be a good book if you’re looking for a period romance, but be prepared to
suspend disbelief at the plot and characters. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Hpzuj/~4/Ov9XR5vgDpI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/feeds/7222789502701057840/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781848331984255938&amp;postID=7222789502701057840" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781848331984255938/posts/default/7222789502701057840?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781848331984255938/posts/default/7222789502701057840?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Hpzuj/~3/Ov9XR5vgDpI/review-wild-rose-by-jennifer-donnelly.html" title="Review: The Wild Rose, by Jennifer Donnelly" /><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16108897586586146730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iW_fCUD_c8/SPOLZXVn0II/AAAAAAAAAvw/WMtCKU8beqA/S220/Christine+de+Pizan.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/2013/04/review-wild-rose-by-jennifer-donnelly.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AEQXs9fCp7ImA9WhBWFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781848331984255938.post-4394859489267992848</id><published>2013-04-08T10:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-04-08T10:35:00.564-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-08T10:35:00.564-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="5 stars" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reviews" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NYRB Classics" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="classics" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fiction" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Authors: H" /><title>Review: Twenty Thousand Streets Under the Sky, by Patrick Hamilton</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=agiwainabo-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=as1&amp;amp;asins=1590172566&amp;amp;ref=tf_til&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;


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&lt;b&gt;Pages: 511&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Original date of publication: 1935&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;My copy: 2008 (NYRB Classics)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Why I decided to read:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;How I acquired my copy: Joseph Fox Books, January 2012&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Patrick Hamilton covers very similar themes in his books.
His plots are comprised of characters from the lowest strata of London society:
drunks, prostitutes, etc. &lt;i&gt;Twenty Thousand Streets Under the Sky&lt;/i&gt; is set in and
around a central London pub called The Midnight Bell. Bob is a waiter who falls
in love with a young prostitute named Jenny and loses all his money in the
process; Ella is a barmaid in love with Bob who nonetheless begins a
relationship with an older man. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
The story consists of three novellas, each of which takes
you on a tour of the characters’ stories, offering, as it does so, alternate
looks at the same situation within the same time frame. The shape shifting is
what makes the plot of the book interesting, and each of these characters is
unique in their own right. Hamilton is skilled at depicting the nuances of each
character, even if their motives aren’t completely obvious (but that would take
the fun out of reading, anyways). “The Midnight Bell” is based on Hamilton’s
experience working as a bartender and later falling in love with a prostitute;
as such, Bob seems to be the most well rounded of the three. Still, Hamilton
clearly understood the characters and had empathy for all of them. You know it
won’t end well for any of these characters, but you continue to read anyways
because they’re so well rounded. I can see why Hamilton’s style has been called
“Dickensian,” but in a way his style is very different from Dickens’s. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
As the novel progresses, we get an intimate look at
lower-class London life in the 1930s and the milieu of the culture of the era.
For example, at the time the novel was published, there were a large number of
Jewish immigrants who fled to England from other parts of Europe, and the novel
reflects the anti-Semitism of the time period. As such, it harbingers the social
consciousness that became so prevalent in his later novels. &lt;i&gt;Twenty Thousand
Streets Under the Sky&lt;/i&gt; is an incredibly well written and absorbing collection of
stories, one that I enjoyed immensely.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Hpzuj/~4/Gh_SNaxFlVw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/feeds/4394859489267992848/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781848331984255938&amp;postID=4394859489267992848" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781848331984255938/posts/default/4394859489267992848?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781848331984255938/posts/default/4394859489267992848?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Hpzuj/~3/Gh_SNaxFlVw/review-twenty-thousand-streets-under.html" title="Review: Twenty Thousand Streets Under the Sky, by Patrick Hamilton" /><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16108897586586146730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iW_fCUD_c8/SPOLZXVn0II/AAAAAAAAAvw/WMtCKU8beqA/S220/Christine+de+Pizan.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/2013/04/review-twenty-thousand-streets-under.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAMQX85eCp7ImA9WhBXGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781848331984255938.post-8722860217104477437</id><published>2013-04-03T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-04-03T10:03:00.120-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-03T10:03:00.120-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="5 stars" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reviews" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="classics" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1001 Books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fiction" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Authors: H" /><title>Review: A Farewell to Arms, by Ernest Hemingway</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=agiwainabo-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=as1&amp;amp;asins=B00817OAUA&amp;amp;ref=tf_til&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;


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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Pages:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Original date of publication: 1929&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;My copy: 2000&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Why I decided to read: Re-read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;How I acquired my copy: Borders, 2000.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;A Farewell to Arms&lt;/i&gt; has been called one of the best books to
come out of WWI. In it, Hemingway loosely fictionalizes his experience working
as an ambulance driver on the Italian front, as well as his relationship with
Agnes von Kurowsky, a Red Cross nurse he met while recuperating from shrapnel
wounds. In &lt;i&gt;A Farewell to Arms&lt;/i&gt;, Lieutenant (Tenente) Frederick Henry is a driver
in the Italian ambulance corps who develops a relationship with a Scottish VAD
nurse, Catherine Barkley. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Hemingway’s themes deal with death, women, war and love, all
of which of course are present here. There’s a kind of detached unemotionalism
about &lt;i&gt;A Farewell to Arms&lt;/i&gt;; even death doesn’t see to faze Henry. Yes, it’s brutal,
but the tone of the book reflects the overall themes that play out here.
Hemingway’s style is sparse, laconic; he doesn’t use flowery language to describe
anything. In all, a fairly stunning novel.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Pages: 327&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Original date of publication: 1921-1928&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;My copy: 2007 (Persephone)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Why I decided to read:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;How I acquired my copy: Persephone subscription, October
2012&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Katherine Mansfield wrote the 25 stories in this collection
during the 9 months she spent at Montana sur Sierre in Switzerland, seriously
ill with tuberculosis. The stories are arranged in the order she wrote them,
and many were left unfinished. Some characters are recurring; Mansfield also
gained inspiration from other writers, including Chekhov, Louisa May Alcott,
Virginia Woolf, Henry James, and DH Lawrence. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Mansfield chastised herself for writing “lowbrow” stories
and made jokes about them (“&lt;i&gt;the Mercury&lt;/i&gt; is bringing out that very long seaweedy
story of mine ‘At the Bay.’ I feel inclined to suggest to them to give away a
spade an’ bucket with each copy…”); but as the publisher’s note at the end
says, “what choice did she have?” Mansfield wrote herself that she did not
consider herself a good writer. But what we see in Mansfield’s stories is an
interest in human relationships; we also see, in this period leading up to her
death, an increasing interest in mortality. What these stories show is an
interest in the diversity of life, for Mansfield wrote about all types of people
going though all types of situations.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
The note at the beginning says that Mansfield would not have
approved of having these unedited stories anthologized, and it’s easy to see
why. Many of the unfinished stories here are more like ideas for stories rather
than fully fleshed out stories. Several of the stories were left unfinished
because Mansfield turned her attention to writing magazine articles in order to
pay for treatment; still, you get the impression that these stories have a lot
of potential. Some of the finished stories were published in &lt;i&gt;Sphere&lt;/i&gt; magazine
and are here accompanied by (highly stylized) illustrations. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Extracts of Mansfield’s diary from this time are reprinted
in the publisher’s note at the end of the book, and give the reader a sense of
context. In all, this is an interesting glimpse into the mind of an author who
knew she was dying and yet had one of the most creative periods of her life
(perhaps fueled by the fact that she knew she was dying?). As Mansfield wrote
in her journal, “Stronger than all these desires, is the other, which is to
&lt;i&gt;make good&lt;/i&gt; before I do anything else. The sooner the books are finished, the
sooner I shall be well, the sooner my wishes will be in sight of fulfillment.” &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Hpzuj/~4/huzwAEScD3U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/feeds/5851301250569628025/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781848331984255938&amp;postID=5851301250569628025" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781848331984255938/posts/default/5851301250569628025?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781848331984255938/posts/default/5851301250569628025?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Hpzuj/~3/huzwAEScD3U/review-montana-stories-by-katherine.html" title="Review: The Montana Stories, by Katherine Mansfield" /><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16108897586586146730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iW_fCUD_c8/SPOLZXVn0II/AAAAAAAAAvw/WMtCKU8beqA/S220/Christine+de+Pizan.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/2013/04/review-montana-stories-by-katherine.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIAQXs6cCp7ImA9WhBXEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781848331984255938.post-3860194289102558507</id><published>2013-03-25T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-03-25T17:39:00.518-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-25T17:39:00.518-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="New York" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="5 stars" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reviews" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="classics" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1001 Books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Virago" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fiction" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Authors: W" /><title>Review: The House of Mirth, by Edith Wharton</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=agiwainabo-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=as1&amp;amp;asins=0486420493&amp;amp;ref=tf_til&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;


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&lt;b&gt;Pages: 420&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Original date of publication: 1905&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;My copy: 2000&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Why I decided to read:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;How I acquired my copy: Borders, 2000&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The title for the book famously comes from the Ecclesiastes
quote, “The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning; but the heart of
fools is in the house of mirth.” Lily Bart is possibly Edith Wharton’s most
complicated character, and this novel one of the best portrayals of the glitter
and cruelty upper class New York society. When the novel opens, Lily is 29
years old, unmarried, and trying to “keep up with the Joneses,” so to speak.
Torn between her desire to fit in with society and a desire for a relationship,
Lily fits in nowhere. This novel then is the story of her downfall. &lt;/div&gt;
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I first read &lt;i&gt;The House of Mirth&lt;/i&gt; in high school, but really
didn’t appreciate it the way I do now—or even understand the complexity of the
themes that Edith Wharton explores. Reading &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/2011/05/review-age-of-innocence-by-edith.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Age of Innocence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; a couple of
years ago led to a newfound love for Edith Wharton’s works. No one except
possibly Henry James can describe upper class New York society the way Edith
Wharton does—and she does so so skillfully that you don’t quite understand at
first what she’s up to. As such, this novel contains brilliant commentary about
the double-faced aspect to the society from which Wharton came. &lt;/div&gt;
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As for Lily herself, as I’ve said, she’s one of the most
complicated of Edith Wharton’s characters and yet a prototype for characters
who came after—namely, Undine Spraggs in &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/2012/09/review-customs-of-country-by-edith.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Customs of the Country.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Lily is
vivacious, witty, and knows exactly how to manipulate people… but her greed and
desire to live the good life lead hr to reject the marriage proposals of
several good men who might have been otherwise suitable. For that reason, Lily
has a hard time seeing what’s right in front of her—namely, her friend Lawrence
Selden, with whom she has a complicated and sometimes strained relationship
throughout the novel. At the end, Lily is rejected by the society of which she
so desperately wants to be a part. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QDiB-_97mEE/UUixp-f0WrI/AAAAAAAAB6s/0IMCMpUST-k/s1600/barbara_pym-620x412.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QDiB-_97mEE/UUixp-f0WrI/AAAAAAAAB6s/0IMCMpUST-k/s320/barbara_pym-620x412.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
This year seems to be The Year of Barbara Pym; I know some
of you out there are involved in some kind of a readalong in honor of the 100th year of her
birth. I’ve read most of her canon, with only The Sweet Dove Died, Civil to Strangers, An Academic Question, and Crampton Hodnet left to go (sadly).
Barbara Pym’s novels feature very similar casts of characters: spinsters,
clergymen, retirees, clerks, and anthropologists, with which she had
direct experience. So it stands to reason that there would be overlaps
in characters between the novels. You can trace that though the
publication history of her books and therefore see how Pym onionizes her stories and characters. She adds layers onto layers, adding more details as her books progress.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/2010/12/review-some-tame-gazelle-by-barbara-pym.html" target="_blank"&gt;Some Tame Gazelle (1950):&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Archdeacon Hoccleve makes his first appearance.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/2008/04/review-excellent-women-by-brabara-pym.html" target="_blank"&gt;Excellent Women (1952):&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Archdeacon Hoccleve gives a sermon that is almost
incomprehensible to Mildred Lathbury; Everard Bone understands it, however, and laughs
hysterically (ch. 9). The Archdeacon fails to show up later on because he has
gone back to Some Tame Gazelle. Mildred holds an annual lunch
with William Caldicote, with whom it is hoped that they will "get off."Esther Clovis
appears here as well.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/2010/09/review-jane-and-prudence-by-barbara-pym.html" target="_blank"&gt;Jane and Prudence (1953):&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Miss Doggett receives a letter from Mildred Lathbury,
informing her of her marriage to Everard Bone. Later, a stranger offers
Prudence and Geoffrey advice on the menu; he turns out to be William Caldicote
and we find out why his relationship with Mildred Lathbury might never have
worked.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/2012/10/review-less-than-angels.html" target="_blank"&gt;Less Than Angels (1955):&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Esther Clovis is now the narrator. Mildred (Lathbury) Bone
now works in the field in conjunction with her husband. There is a reference to
Helen Napier and Miss Jessop from Excellent Women. Catherine Oliphant makes an
appearance for the first time. Tom Mallow is a prototype for Rupert Stonebird in &lt;a href="http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/2012/03/review-unsuitable-attachment-by-barbara.html" target="_blank"&gt;An Unsuitable Attachment.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/2011/05/review-glass-of-blessings-by-barbara.html" target="_blank"&gt;A Glass of Blessings (1958):&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
A short story by Catherine Oliphant is read by some of the
other characters; the story reworks an episode from Less Than Angels. There are
references to Rodney, who previously had an affair with Prudence Bates from
Jane and Prudence. Archdeacon Hoccleve is mentioned as being a distant cousin
of the narrator and Julian Mallory, previously of Excellent Women, comes to
preach at Saint Luke’s. Members of the congregation from both Saint Luke’s and
that from Excellent Women mingle together.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/2008/07/review-no-fond-return-of-love-by.html" target="_blank"&gt;No Fond Return of Love (1961):&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Dulcie’s lodger finds a copy of Some Tame Gazelle in her
bathroom (ch. 8). Father Tulliver from Less Than Angels makes an appearance.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/2013/03/review-quartet-in-autumn-by-barbara-pym.html" target="_blank"&gt;Quartet in Autumn (1977):&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
No allusion to any of her previous novels.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
The Sweet Dove Died (1978):&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Senhor MacBride-Pereira, the Portuguese gentleman from No Fond Return of Love, makes a brief appearance here.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/2012/08/review-few-green-leaves-by-barbara-pym.html" target="_blank"&gt;A Few Green Leaves (1985):&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Dr Gellibrand’s brother is Father Gellibrand, who conducted
Marcia’s funeral in Quartet in Autumn. The death of Esther Clovis from Less
Than Angels, who had once helped Emma get a grant, is announced in a newspaper,
and Digby Fox attends her funeral.&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
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I can’t take credit for putting the above together; the article below can be found on JSTOR.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What I thought was interesting was that what Pym’s use of crossover characters reveals is that
there’s never really any narrative “closure” to these novels and therefore we can hear what happens to many of them without the author really needing to write a sequel to their
stories. In her subtle and clever way, Pym shows us the interconnectedness of human life and that we are all connected to one another more than we might think.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #262626; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;1. A Fistful of Pyms: Barbara Pym's Use of Cross-over
Characters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Alan W. Bellringer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;The Yearbook of
English Studies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Vol.
26, Strategies of Reading: Dickens and after Special Number (1996), pp. 199-207.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Pages: 218&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Original date of publication: 1977&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;My copy: 1977 (Perennial)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Why I decided to read:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;How I acquired my copy: Philly Book Trader, July 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Quartet in Autumn&lt;/i&gt; centers around four retirement-aged office
workers in London: Edwin, Norman, Letty, and Marcia. Edwin, a widower, is a
church hopper; Norman, struggles with his anger; Letty’s an eccentric spinster
whose childhood friend is set to marry a much younger clergyman; and Marcia, a
survivor of a mastectomy. As the story progresses, Letty and Marcia do retire
from their jobs (“something vaguely to do with filing”), an occurrence that
brings the characters together more than they realize. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
You might think it’s a depressing novel, but it’s
bittersweet in a way. The characters are stuck in a kind of limbo; stuck in the
past and remembering how things used to be, but still faced with the decisions
they have to make about the future. So it’s interesting to see how each one
copes with change in their lives. Pym’s novels always contain the same types of
characters: office workers, churchgoers, spinsters, etc. But she manages at the
same time to make her characters unique, describing them with the kinds of
details that sum them up perfectly (Marcia is the type of person who allows the
dust ball of a dead cat to remain on her bed). &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Part of the book is based on personal experience; Barbara
Pym wrote this after recovering from a mastectomy herself. So it’s interesting
to kind of get in her mind and read her musings about aging and all that it
entails. As the women retire, it seems as though their figurative vision improves
and that they can see themselves and their situation with just a bit more
objectivity than they ever could before. And then men change, too, especially
when a major even happens towards the end of the book that changes the whole
tone of the novel (and it’s very sudden, too; you get the feeling that Pym was
very uncomfortable with the subject). I don’t think I enjoyed this quite as
much as I could have (and there were other Pym novels that I’ve enjoyed more,
but this one is certainly good.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Pages: 318&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Original date of publication: 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;My copy: 2008 (WW Norton)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Why I decided to read: saw Mary Roach speak at a conference&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;How I acquired my copy: Denver airport bookstore, October
2012&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
In &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/2012/10/review-stiff-curious-lives-of-human.html" target="_blank"&gt;Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, Roach explored
the topic of the human cadaver and how it’s used in science. In &lt;i&gt;Bonk: The
Curious Coupling of Science and Sex&lt;/i&gt;, she does pretty much the same thing,
except with sex and sexuality. Roach wanders out into the fringes of scientific
exploration in her books, into the areas that aren’t considered “typical,” and
she writes her books with a liberal amount of humor. Roach traveled all over
the world to witness—and even participate in—clinical trials involving sex. Every
now and then she footnotes her writing with random stuff, including a note
about who Millard Filmore’s running mate was (trick question!). &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
From start to finish, Bonk is an entertaining read—even if I
did get a few odd looks as I was reading it in public. Sure, the subject matter
can be uncomfortable at times, but even more so is the humor that the author
sees in her subjects. She spares no one, from the artificial inseminators in
Denmark to clinical trials on prostitutes in Egypt. In her introduction, she
even pokes fun of herself and the avenues that her “obsession” sometimes take. “Last
summer I was in a medical school library Xeroxing a journal article called ‘Vacuum
Cleaner Use in Autoerotic Death’ when the paper jammed. I could not bring
myself to ask the copy room attendant to help me, but quietly moved over to the
adjacent machine and began again.” In both of the books of hers I’ve read,
Roach seems to go off on random tangents, but it’s always an intriguing and
entertaining ride. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Pages: 162&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Original date of publication: 1927&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;My copy: 1981 (Virago Modern Classics)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Why I decided to read:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;How I acquired my copy: Library Thing member, July 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
One day, young Jacky Jacka visits a witch, where he sees a
vision of a woman in a bowl of water. The vision leads him to seek passage on a
ship to the West Indies, which is then hijacked en route by the pirate Captain
Lovel and the crew aboard the Moonraker. The year in 1801, a time when Napoleon had control of the high seas and
the days of swashbuckling piracy was—nearly—on its way out. The story takes
young Jacky throughout the Caribbean, and along the way he meets a Frenchman
named Raoul and a black man Toussaint L’Ouverture, who works to free Haiti from
the forces of Napoleon.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
On the surface it’s a fun tale; Tennyson drew her
inspiration from Robert Louis Stevenson, and obvious comparisons might be made
between this book and the Pirates of the Caribbean films. But this novel goes a
bit deeper than that. F Tennyson Jesse was a sailor herself; she was also a
journalist, so she tended to over-research material for her books. There’s
almost too much nautical description in this novel. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Her novels all have similar themes; without wanting to spoil
too much about the plot of &lt;i&gt;Moonraker&lt;/i&gt;, the author commonly explores themes about
women and their place in a typically male environment. Jesse also explores the
theme of race, albeit briefly; in that way, I wish that the book had been a bit
longer, just so that the author could have explored the Haitian rebellion a
little more. According to the introduction at the beginning of my edition, this
novel belonged to a dying genre of fiction: the adventure story with an
historical setting. I guess some things truly are cyclical.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Pages: 384&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Original date of publication: 1863&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;My copy: 1984 (Virago Modern Classics)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Why I decided to read:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;How I acquired my copy: bookshop in Charing Cross Road,
London, September 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Aurora Floyd&lt;/i&gt; is a member of that genre of novels called
Victorian sensationalist fiction. Published in the 1860s, sensationalist
novels, mostly written by women, addressed the fears that people of that era
had and addressed issues such as adultery, bigamy, murder, and other scandalous
social issues. Nothing is ever what it seems in a novel like this. This novel
has all the classic elements of this brand of novel: a young woman, Aurora
Floyd has a deep, dark secret, which leads her to reject marriage proposals
from two men (but then accept one). As the story plays out, her secret
threatens to come out as well and destroy the life she’s created. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Aurora isn’t your typical Victorian heroine, but given the
heroines we seem in fiction these days, she’s pretty much the same as the rest:
she’s strong-willed, unfeminine, active, and willing to defy contemporary
social issues. She’s not subversive in the way that Lady Audley is; she doesn’t
actively try to create a new persona for herself. In the end, despite her
so-called unlikeable traits, we come to like her and sympathize with her. Still,
Aurora is a fascinating character. Also fascinating are the themes; it’s
interesting that she’s the daughter of an actress, because in essence the whole
novel is kind of like a stage play, with melodrama and dramatic illusion. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Although the subject matter is tame to our modern
sensibilities, it’s important to look at the environment in which they were
written. &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/2008/06/review-lady-audleys-secret-by-mary.html" target="_blank"&gt;Lady Audley’s Secret&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; was written just before this book; and Ellen Wood’s
&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/2008/08/review-east-lynne-by-ellen-wood.html" target="_blank"&gt;East Lynne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; was published at around the same time. The newspaper reviewers of
the time were brutal towards writers of sensationalist novels, especially
towards what they perceived as moral laxity. “Sensationalist novels as a whole
were called into existence to supply the cravings of a diseased appetite,”
wrote the Quarterly Review in 1863. Writers of sensationalist fiction poked fun
of various aspects of daily life, including conventional marriage (Aurora’s
cousin Lucy is an example of such). So its interesting to see how the exposure
of the underbelly of Victorian mores, as well as the reaction to it, both say
something about the time period in which these books were written. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Pages: 274&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Original date of publication: 1961&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;My copy: 2004 (Virago Modern Classics)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Why I decided to read:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;How I acquired my copy: The Strand, NYC, July 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Castle Dor&lt;/i&gt; was the last unfinished work of the critic Sir
Arthur Quiller-Couch and finished (at his daughter’s request) by Daphne Du
Maurier after his death. The novel is a modern retelling of the Tristan and
Isolde myth, re-set to Cornwall of the 1840s. Linnet Lewarne is a young woman
married to an innkeeper; she strikes up a relationship with a Briton onion
seller named Amyot Trestane. Although not written from the first person point
of view, the center viewpoint is that of the village doctor, who recognizes how
history is repeating itself, literally. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Du Maurier did a fairly good job of finishing the novel—you
can’t tell where Quiller-Couch’s writing leaves off and Du Maurier’s begins.
She later wrote that she could never hope to imitate Quiller-Couch’s style of
writing, but that she tried to adopt his “modd;” still, this wasn’t one of the
best books that she’s put her pen to. Because the story is told from an
“outside” point of view, we don’t really get that of the main two characters,
so it’s hard to assess their motives. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
In fact, the main character of the book is Doctor Carfax,
who, as Du Maurier put it, serves as a kind of Prospero, helping move the
events of the novel along while not really being a part of them. One gets the
sense that all of these characters are involved in something much larger than
themselves, something much beyond their control, and there’s a fairly wonderful
kind of atmosphere to that effect. Although I had some reservations about this
novel, it’s interesting to see how two writers—one a critic of literature, the
other considered a “romance” novelist—coincide, and how they were able to
create one cohesive novel. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Pages: 509&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Original date of publication: 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;My copy: 2011 (Black Swan) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Why I decided to read:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;How I acquired my copy: Waterstone’s, Piccadilly, September
2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Maybe I’ve been reading too many classic novels recently,
but I thought that this novel fell a bit short for me. I guess I was expecting
lush descriptions of India, vivid descriptions of historical events, and great
characters. Sadly, I was disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The Sandalwood Tree&lt;/i&gt; is a split-time novel. One half of the
novel focuses on an American, Evie, whose husband Martin comes to India on a
Fulbright scholarship to document the end of the British Raj and the separation
of India and Pakistan in 1947. One day, she finds a packet of old, illegible
letters that documents the friendship between two Englishwomen, Adela and
Felicity in 1856. The chapters then alternate between the two stories; Evie’s
story focuses on the disintegration of her marriage, while Felicity goes to
India as a member of the “Fishing Fleet,” young Englishwomen who went to India
to find husbands once they’d failed to find husbands within two seasons of
coming out. You can tell right off the bat from the tension in the beginning of
each story that something big’s going to occur…&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Well, I thought it was an interesting idea, but the characters
weren’t really as well rounded as I might have liked them to be. None of them
was particularly likeable, though; Evie came off as a bit too modern for her
time, and the two Victorian women were a bit too juvenile for my taste. As a
result, I got bored pretty quickly; there’s nothing much that made this novel
particularly enjoyable for me, so I couldn’t finish it. Still, I thought the
idea was good, especially with the contrast between the Sepoy rebellion in one
story and the end of the British Raj in the other. But if you want a much
better, more authentic telling of the Sepoy rebellion, I’d recommend MM Kaye’s
&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/2012/05/review-shadow-of-moon-by-mm-kaye.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Shadow of the Moon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Pages: 315&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Original date of publication: 1924&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;My copy: 1995 (Scribner paperbacks)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Why I decided to read:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;How I acquired by copy: Amazon.com, April 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Old New York&lt;/i&gt; is a collection of four novellas set in 19th
century New York in the 1840s, ‘50s, ‘60s, and ‘70s, which reveal varying sides
of upper class New York society at the time. Each of the four novellas digs deep
below the surface of society. False Dawn chronicles the relationship between a
father and son, the latter of whom goes off to Europe on a Grand Tour and
brings home “unsuitable” artwork; in The Old Maid, a young woman’s daughter is
adopted by her cousin; The Spark, the shortest of the four, is about a young
man’s encounter with Walt Whitman during the Civil War; and the last, New Year’s
Day, is about a young woman’s alleged adulterous affair. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Edith Wharton is skilled at describing people and her
motivations; she’s especially adept at seeing the way her characters really
are. There’s no “real” link between these stories, but the overarching theme of
all of them, as with her novels, is the class system, and how these characters
fit—or don’t fit—into that system. The stories also focus heavily on women’s
roles in society: expectations versus reality, as well as familial
relationships. By far the best of the four stories was The Old Maid; it’s much
longer and the characters are much more well rounded. The weakest story in the
collection is The Spark; Wharton had a good idea, but she didn’t explore it
fully enough. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Edith Wharton has a habit of including recurring characters
in her short stories; Mrs Manson Mingott, Sillerton Jackson, Mrs. Struthers,
and Henry Vander Luyden from &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/2011/05/review-age-of-innocence-by-edith.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Age of Innocence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; appear here as well. Although
I didn’t think this collection of stories was particularly even, I did enjoy
it.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Pages: 255&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Original date of publication: 1952&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;My copy: 1989 (Virago)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Why I decided to read: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;How I acquired my copy: Philly Book Trader, January 2013&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The Sugar House&lt;/i&gt; is the second novel in a trilogy of books
that began with &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/2012/09/review-lost-traveller-by-antonia-white.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Lost Traveller.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Clara Batchelor is now twenty-one; having
graduated from drama school, she’s now a member of a traveling acting group. She
has a love affair with another actor (although we can tell that it won’t end
well) and ends up marrying her former fiancée Archie. Although newlywed,
Clara—and Archie—still have a lot to learn about life; and for better or worse,
the second half of the novel is how they try to cope with the demands of
marriage and, at the same time, grow up. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Antonia White has laid on the symbolism and imagery pretty
thickly; the title is in reference to the &lt;a href="http://ivyjoy.com/fables/hansel.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hansel and Gretel&lt;/a&gt; story. The
similarities are so close that you might think that White is retelling the old
myth, with the house made of confectionery representing the house in Chelsea, and
the trail of breadcrumbs and witch representing Clara and Archie’s marriage. Because
of this, the book seems kind of claustrophobic; indeed, most of the scenes in
this book take place indoors. It’s a clever analogy, but it’s not so skillfully
done in that Antonia White actually has to tell her reader what the title means
in the text of the novel. Still, I enjoyed reading the continuation of Clara’s
story; and it’s interesting to watch how she matures from childhood to
adulthood in this book. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
The Catholicism of White’s earlier novels is less obvious in this novel, but still present. Antonia White was very strongly influenced by
her religious upbringing, and so it shows clearly in her series of novels that
were based on her personal history from the ages of 9 to 23. &lt;i&gt;The Sugar House&lt;/i&gt; fictionally
details White’s marriage to Tom Hopkinson as well as White’s attempts to be
both a writer of fiction and work as an advertising copywriter. You don’t need
to have read &lt;i&gt;The Lost Traveller&lt;/i&gt; or&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/2010/06/review-frost-in-may-by-antonia-white.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Frost in May&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;(which is also unofficially a
part of the series) previously, but it helps. Given what happened to Antonia
White in real life, it’ll be interesting to see how the story unfolds in the
last book Beyond the Glass.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Pages: 372&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Original date of publication: 1925&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;My copy: 2009 (Persephone)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Why I decided to read:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;How I acquired my copy: Persephone shop, September 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Greenery Street&lt;/i&gt; is the story of a year in the life of a
young married couple. The street of the title is a symbol of a way of life; the
first-time houses that young married people have before they begin having
families. The couples always vow to stay longer, but when they begin to have
children, they move onward and upward in search of larger houses in which to
live. The novel is based on Denis Mackail’s experience living as a newlywed in
Walpole Street, in a house that had apparently once been occupied by PG
Wodehouse and that was later occupied by the author &lt;a href="http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/2011/04/review-mrs-miniver-by-jan-struther.html" target="_blank"&gt;Jan Struther&lt;/a&gt;. Mackail
himself came from a rather exalted family; he was related to Rudyard Kipling
and Stanley Baldwin,; his sister was &lt;a href="http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/2010/04/review-high-rising-by-angela-thirkell.html" target="_blank"&gt;Angela Thirkell &lt;/a&gt;(who apparently was quite
a bully) and his nephew was Colin MacInnes. Mackail grew up as a nervous child,
only finding refuge in marriage; his first year of marriage, fictionalized in
this book, was one of the happiest times of his life. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Ian and Felicity are one of the married young couples that
move into Greenery Street to begin their life together. They’re not so much
characters as they are stereotypes; Felicity is pretty much the perfect
housewife (or at least she tries to be), and Ian is the young working husband. It’s
a rather dated view of marriage (although keep in mind that the book was
published in the 1920s), and a dated way of viewing how houses should be
arranged (as the preface says, a 5-story terraced house today seems adequate in
which to raise children, but that’s only if you don’t consider the servants a
middle-class family had). The novel is written very much like a play, complete
with stage directions and dialogue. It’s an interesting way to write, but I
thought that, combined with regular prose, this way of writing was confusing
and broke up the flow of the story. Mackail frequently switches from the
present tense to the past tense, which also distracted from the flow of the
story.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Pages: 224&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Original date of publication: 1981&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;My copy: 2001 (New Directions)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Why I decided to read:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;How I acquired my copy: Joseph Fox bookstore, Philadelphia,
January 2012&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
The novel opens on a summer day in 1949, when Fleur Talbot,
an aspiring writer at work on a novel called &lt;i&gt;Warrender Chase&lt;/i&gt;, get a job as
typist for an “Autobiographical Association” that promises to save the memoirs
of its illustrious members for a period of 70 years. As she gains material for
her novel (and subsequent novels), Fleur begins to suspect that Sir Quentin,
its head, is blackmailing its members. What ensues is a bizarre, funny take on
the idea that “truth is stranger than fiction.” The phrase “to loiter with
intent” is used in a humorous sense to describe anyone who is waiting around
for an unspecified purpose. The whole tone of the novel is like this, in some
ways; you get the sense that our narrator and the other characters are hanging
around, waiting for something to happen. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Muriel Spark’s novels won’t appeal to everyone. She was
famously detached from (and sometimes brutal to) other people in her personal
life, and she has the same attitude towards the characters in her novels, even
this one, where the book is written in the first person. But I think she also
has to be—Spark’s focus is on human existence and interaction as a whole, so
she doesn’t get too deeply invested in her characters. As a result, there are
some really great quotes in the book, such as “Contradictions in human
character are one of its most consistent notes.” It’s that detachment from her
characters that allows Spark to paint a full picture of them. Spark’s novels
are characterized by observations of deceit and the use and abuse of power. As
with novels like &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://agirlwalksintoabookstore.blogspot.com/2012/04/review-aiding-and-abetting-by-muriel.html" target="_blank"&gt;Aiding and Abetting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, Spark proves that these kinds of things
sometimes happen in some of the most bizarre circumstances. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Loitering With Intent&lt;/i&gt; is somewhat autobiographical; set around
the time that Spark began to write, it captures very well a first-time author’s
attempts to get published—a secondary theme to the novel in how it explores the
edge of London literary life in the late 1940s/early1950s. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Pages: 175&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Original date of publication: 1934&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;My copy: 1985 (Virago Modern Classics)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Why I decided to read:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;How I acquired my copy: Amazon UK, June 2012&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Set just after WWI, &lt;i&gt;Trooper to the Southern Cross&lt;/i&gt; is narrated by Major Bowen, a
former military doctor. He and his wife Celia book passage on a trooper ship,
the Rudolstadt, from England to Australia. On board are former military
personnel, diggers, prisoners, and others, and this novel is the story of their
voyage.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
The novel is based on personal experience. Angela Thirkell came
from an illustrious family; her grandfather was the painter Edward Burne-Jones,
her father was the first biographer of William Morris, her brother was Denis
Mackail (author of &lt;i&gt;Greenery Street&lt;/i&gt;, published by Persephone), Rudyard Kipling
and Stanley Baldwin were first cousins, her son was Colin MacInnes, and JM
Barrie was her godfather. Thirkell’s second husband was George Thirkell, one of
the first Australians to enlist in WWI. In January 1920, the couple, newly
married and with Thirkell’s children from her previous marriage in tow, set
sail for Australia on the troopship SS Friedrichsruh. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Thirkell fictionalizes the experiences by making Major Bowen
and Celia childless, but she gives another couple on board two children, who
pull the same pranks that Thirkell’s own children pulled while on board make it
into the book (locking lavatory doors from the inside, for example). The voyage
was not without incident; the Germans sabotaged the ship (which prohibited
alcohol) and there was also a riot. You also get the sense that the
cross-dressing Irish digger was also not totally fictional. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
It’s an entertaining novel; although there’s not much plot
to speak of, I enjoyed it. You really get the feel for how claustrophobic it
must have been on board. The author’s use of Australian dialect is a bit
annoying and takes away from the pace of the novel, but after a while I got
used to it. Thirkell was a stranger to Australian ways, but she observes them
quite beautifully in this book, contrasting them sharply with the ways of the
English. She certainly took every opportunity of mocking the Australians by
cleverly making her main character a member of that nation, and frequently
making him the butt of her jokes. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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