25 signs you’re addicted to reading?
I reckon we’ll all tick at least 20. Aaaaaand… go!
The Great Gatsby: What Next?
I thought, with The Great Gatsby (1925) being a big film at the moment, there might be people out there who are looking for other novels of the 1920s to enjoy. I haven’t seen the film, and I have to admit that I wasn’t particularly impressed by the novel when I read it a decade ago, but I do know a thing or two about the 1920s. So do a lot of you, of course, but I thought, nonetheless, in case people stumble across Stuck-in-a-Book wanting to read more from the 1920s, I create a little decade Stuck-in-a-Book best-of (clicking on the title takes you to a full-length review). Most of these don’t have much in common with The Great Gatsby except for decade of publication, but – whisper it – I’d argue that they’re all better.
1920 : Queen Lucia by E.F. Benson
To see how the Bright Young Things were behaving on the British side of the channel – or, rather, the Bright Middle-Aged Things – you can do no better than Benson’s hilarious series Mapp & Lucia, featuring the warring heroines and their sniping, fawning, and eccentric associates. But don’t be one of those people who starts with Mapp and Lucia, the fourth book – start at the beginning, with queen bee Queen Lucia.
1921 : The Dover Road by A.A. Milne
If you’ve never read any of AAM’s books for adults, or never read a play, or both, then this is a great place to start. It was P.G. Wodehouse’s favourite play, and is definitely one of mine too – an eloping couple stop for the night in a hotel, and curiously can’t leave in the morning… it’s all very funny, ingeniously plotted, and surprisingly poignant in the end.
1922 : The Heir by Vita Sackville-West
A short, powerful novella about a man who inherits a house unexpectedly, and slowly falls in love with it. There is more passion in this tale than you’ll find in most romances, and if you can find the beautiful Hesperus edition, all the better.
1923 : Bliss by Katherine Mansfield
The link is a slight cheat here, since it goes to Mansfield’s Selected Stories, but I had to include KM somewhere. Her writing is modernist without being inaccessible, and she is one of a tiny group of authors whose short stories satisfy me whatever mood I’m in. Observant, striking, entirely beautiful.
1924 : The Green Hat by Michael Arlen
The British equivalent of The Great Gatsby, at least in terms of parties, glitz disguising melancholy, and an enigma of a central character. Also rather better, I’d say – although a writing style which perhaps takes some getting used to. I described it as ‘like reading witty treacle’.
1925 : Pastors and Masters by Ivy Compton-Burnett
If you’ve never tried any of Dame Ivy’s delicious, divisive fiction, this is a good litmus test. Set in a boys’ school, it’s Ivy-lite. If you like it, you’ll love her richer works – if you don’t, then you’ll know to steer clear forever.
1926 : As It Was by Helen Thomas
A biography/autobiography by the poet Edward Thomas’s wife (followed later by World Without End) – together they are exceptionally good accounts of marriage, in all its pitfalls and peaks, and subsequently its fragility.
1927 : The Love-Child by Edith Olivier
One of my all-time favourite novels, this tells of a spinster who inadvertently conjures her childhood imaginary friend into life. From this premise comes a very grounded narrative, which is heart-breaking as well as an increasingly clever manipulation of a fanciful idea.
1928 : Keeping Up Appearances by Rose Macaulay
Rose Macaulay is one of those bubbling-under authors – both from critical acceptance and middlebrow adoration. She deserves better in both categories, I think, and this delightful, thoughtful novel about a lightweight novelist and an aspiring highbrow woman is both funny and clever.
1929 : A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf
You’ve probably heard of this essay, and you probably know its central tenet (about women needing an income and a room of their own, in order to write) but if you haven’t read it, you’re missing a real treat. If you find her fiction too flowery, this is a perfect place to sample her exemplary writing.
I hope you’ve enjoyed that quick whirl through the 1920s! Why not do the same mini project for the 1920s – or any other decade – on your own blog? Pop a link in the comments if you do…
The Help (in which I step off my high horse)
I recently read The Help by Kathryn Stockett – I shan’t bother giving a full review, since I’m so late to the party that nearly everyone seems to have read it already, but it does provide a useful opportunity to talk about a general trend in my reading.
Very briefly, for those not in the know, The Help is about 1960s America – Jackson, Mississippi, specifically (which to me is chiefly notable for producing Eudora Welty and this wonderful song) – and the racial tensions of the time. Particularly those between maid and employee – the cast of characters is almost exclusively women, including the three narrators Aibileen, Minny, and Skeeter Phelan. All three narrators are marvellously engaging, the whole novel is a terrific page-turner without sacrificing any narrative polish, and all in all it’s a very good novel. If it weren’t tremendously popular already, I would be waxing evangelical about it to all and sundry.
It’s not a flawless novel. You think the characters are complex (and some are) but then you realise that some of the racist characters are unrealistically bad in all ways – and there is an incident involving a naked man and a poker which needn’t have been in the novel at all (and isn’t nearly as unpleasant as I’ve realised that sentence sounds.) But it’s an extremely impressive debut novel, and it’s bewildering that 50 agents turned it down.
Simply to create three characters so empathetic and engaging (that word again; but it is appropriate) is an exceptional achievement. Novels were multiple narrators usually end up having one who isn’t as vibrant as the others, or one who is head and shoulders above the rest – not so, in Stockett’s case. I was always delighted to see any of them turn up in the next chapter – with perhaps a slight preference for irrepressible Minny. No, wise Aibileen might come top. Oh, but what about Skeeter’s enthusiastic confusion and determination? Oh, hang it, I love them all.
So why am I writing about The Help without reviewing it properly? To expose one of my failings, I’m afraid.
I had assumed, since it was so popular, that it would be very poor. If it hadn’t been for my book group, I wouldn’t have read it – and I’m grateful to the dovegreybooks ladies for giving me a copy (although I don’t know which of the group it was!)
You can excuse me – or at least understand where I’m coming from. If you’ve found your way to Stuck-in-a-Book, I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve experienced a similar thing. Seeing Dan Brown and his ilk at the top of the bestseller charts, it’s difficult to believe that anything of quality could sell millions of copies, in the way that The Help has.
I did love The Time Traveller’s Wife, but other bestselling representatives of literary fiction have proven singularly disappointing to me. Ian McEwan’s recent output has been rather ‘meh’; Lionel Shriver’s fantastically popular We Have To Talk About Kevin was so dreadfully written that I gave up on p.50. Things like The Lovely Bones and The Kite Runner weren’t exactly bad, but I found it difficult to call them good, either. Bestselling literary fiction is usually vastly better than bestselling unliterary fiction (yes, Dan Brown, I’m looking at you) but it doesn’t excite me.
Remember a little while ago I posted that quotation from Diana Athill, about the two types of reader, and how the second type created the bestseller? Well, my experience had led me to believe that I’d never find a chart-topping novel that I really loved and admired. Perhaps a few would be page-turners, but I couldn’t imagine any would actually bear closer analysis too.
Well, reader, I was wrong. While Kathryn Stockett isn’t (yet, at least) on the scale of great prose writers like Virginia Woolf, she is certainly a cut above the usual. I’m delighted that I stepped down from my high horse long enough to enjoy it – or, let’s face it, that I was pushed off against my will.
Some books…
Wow, thanks for all your comments on the previous post – I will reply to them soon, but basically it seems like we all make wishlists somewhere or other, and I’m very impressed by how organised some of you are!
And I thought I’d treat you with a little pile of books which have recently come to Stuck-in-a-Book Towers… let’s work from the bottom up, shall we? (I hadn’t realised until I put these together for the photo quite how blue books have dominated of late…)
London War Notes 1939-1945 by Mollie Panter-Downes
I thought this book was absolutely brilliant, and essential WW2 reading, when I reviewed it earlier in the year – but I didn’t actually own a copy. When an affordable one came up in my abebooks alerts, I high-tailed it to… well, the internet. But the book is mine now, and I’m thrilled!
Selected Poems by Anthony Thwaite
The Norman Church by A.A. Milne
The Man in the Bowler Hat by A.A. Milne
These all came via a connection Claire/The Captive Reader brought to my attention – as you might know, A.A. Milne is one of my favourite authors, and the first one I loved wholeheartedly in my adult reading. 2012 was Claire’s year of discovering AAM, and she read many of his books – and Ann Thwaite’s exceptionally good biography A.A. Milne: His Life. I’ve read it a few times, in pre-blog days, but haven’t posted about it yet. Anyway, Ann Thwaite spotted Claire’s review and commented on it that she’s looking to sell some of AAM books – read her comment on this post – and I got in touch with her. We had a chat on the phone, and she was lovely – and I bought the Milne books mentioned here. The collection of poetry by her husband came as a surprise bonus, and I must write to thank her soon :) I can’t tell you have special it feels to have these books come from the author of a biography which affected my reading so much.
The Maiden Dinosaur by Janet McNeill
This one was a recommendation by a SiaB reader, Tina, as mentioned in my previous post.
Symposium by Muriel Spark
One of the few Spark novels I didn’t already own. very kindly given to me by Karen. It might well be my next Spark read…
The Towers of Trebizond by Rose Macaulay
Coming Up For Air by George Orwell
What Was Lost by Catherine O’Flynn
By Grand Central Station I Sat Down And Wept by Elizabeth Smart
I bought these in the brilliant Amnesty Book Shop in Bristol last weekend – I did already have a copy of the Macaulay, but not in this gorgeous NYRB Classics edition… I’m not the sort of person who could resist that, as well we all know.
Mel recommended the Catherine O’Flynn, and the other two are books I’ve been intending to read for ages. Well, actually I just want to read more Orwell in general, and had hoped to find The Clergyman’s Daughter, but this will more than do.
Letters of Lewis Carroll
Well, why on earth not? (Also timely, as I am going to see Judi Dench in Peter and Alice this weekend. Can’t wait!)
Wish lists?
In the comments to my previous post, Christine made a comment about wish lists – and about how she was thinking about keeping a notebook for books to look out for, rather than little bits of paper, which are all too easy to lose.
And, of course, it made me want to widen the net, and ask all of you how you keep track of books on your wish list? (I am, of course, assuming that almost all of us are beset by books we want to read on a daily – nay, an hourly, basis. For those of you who aren’t… well, just thank your lucky stars that your bank balance isn’t under similar threat.)
As for me, I don’t actually have a physical wish list anywhere. I tend to go to Amazon and add things to my wish list there – which explains why there’s about a hundred items on it – simply for my own benefit. My memory is utterly appalling, and it helps to add things there – although quite often I can’t remember at all why a book is there.
Mostly, though… well, I just go and buy the book straightaway online. Bad Simon.
I’d love to know whether you carry around a notebook with suggestions, keep an online list, commit titles to memory, or a mixture of all three – or if, like me, you give your aching memory a rest by simply cutting out the middle man and buying things as soon as you get the idea. (Speaking of which, an impulse Amazon buy the other day was The Maiden Dinosaur by Janet McNeill, as SiaB-reader Tina got in touch to tell me I’d love it… anybody else read it?)
The Library at Night – Alberto Manguel
I have already included quite a few excerpts from Alberto Manguel’s The Library at Night (2006) on Stuck-in-a-Book, and I might well include some more in the future (you can read them all here), so this review has been spread thinly over many months! Suffice to say, I loved it – thank you Colin for giving it to me! – and it’s not a book to read quickly. I started it about 18 months ago, picking up and reading a bit here and there, soaking in Manguel’s thoughtful brilliance, and have only recently finished. I’ve had A Reader on Reading on the go for even longer, so… look out for a review of that sometime in 2018! Basically, this preface is a warning that I’m not going to write a proper review; I’m going to give you some more of his quotations, and a brief glimpse of the myriad world Manguel has created.
Manguel considers libraries from many different angles – having shared, at the beginning, that ‘libraries, whether my own or shared with a greater reading public, have always seemed to me pleasantly mad places’. With this delightful proviso, Manguel devotes chapters to ‘The Library as…’ Myth, Order, Space, Power, Shadow, Shape, Chance, Workshop, Mind, Island, Survival, Oblivion, Imagination, Identity, and Home – each starts in his own library (pictured at the top of this post) and gradually unfolds to the world – encompassing incredible amounts of research and information about libraries around the world and throughout history – as well as branching out into all manner of philosophy, psychology, and memoir.
Paramount is Manguel’s interest in the very concept of a library – of giving order to books.
Ordered by subject, by importance, ordered according to whether the book was penned by God or by one of God’s creatures, order alphabetically or by number or by the language in which the text is written, every library translates the chaos of discovery and creation into a structured system of hierarchies or a rampage of free associations. Such eclectic classifications rule my own library. Ordered alphabetically, for instance, it incongruously marries humorous Bulgakob to severe Bunin (in my Russian Literature section), and makes formal Boileau follow informal Beauchemin (in Writing in French), properly allots Borges a place next to his friend Bioy Casares (in Writing in Spanish) but opens an ocean of letters between Goethe and his inseparable friend Schiller (in German Literature).
By which we realise that Manguel is, unsurprisingly, a polyglot. My entire non-English section rests in one copy of Harry Potter et la prisonnier d’Azkaban, but it’s still a topic I find amusing and interesting, even if it is essentially a case of coincidence. I even blogged about it, with some photos from my shelves, back here.
Manguel isn’t interested solely in the arrangement of books, of course. He is a phenomenally well-read and bookish man, who would probably feel quite at home in the blogosphere – albeit probably the most highbrow member of it, because his intellect and knowledge is rather dizzying. And yet… how could someone who writes the following excerpt not be at home with any and every bibliophile?
Some nights I dream of an entirely anonymous library in which books have no title and boast no author, forming a continuous narrative stream in which all genres, all styles, all stories converge, and all protagonists and all locations are unidentified, a stream into which I can dip at any point of its course. In such a library, the hero of The Castle would embark on the Pequod in search of the Holy Grail, land on a deserted island to rebuild society from fragments shored against his ruins, speak of his first centenary encounter with ice and recall, in excruciating detail, his early going to bed. In such a library there would be one single book divided into a thousand volumes and, pace Callimachus and Dewey, no catalogue.
As I say, this isn’t a thorough review of The Library at Night – it’s too wide-ranging to permit that – but it’s a general rallying call to any of you who haven’t got a copy yet. We all love reading, and most of us also love books and libraries too – well, friends, Manguel knew this, and has written a book just for us.
OxfordWords Limerick Competition
A quick link to a fun competition over at OxfordWords – craft a limerick about mothers (or, I suppose, one mother in particular), and you’ll be in with a chance of winning an iPod Touch!
I love my job :)
[Sorry! Link now fixed – thanks for pointing it out, Susan]
Bassett – Stella Gibbons
When I attended a middlebrow conference last year, my friend Terri was talking about boarding house novels – and one particularly grabbed my attention. As you’ll have guessed from the title of this blog post, it was Bassett by Stella Gibbons – whose Cold Comfort Farm I, of course, love, and whose Westwood was wonderful in a very different way. Clicking on those titles will take you to reviews which explain what I loved about them… and now I can add Bassett to the fold, thanks to my friend Barbara giving it to me for my birthday last November. Indeed, if it had just been about the boarding house, this would be on my 50 Books You Must Read list, and I’d be screaming from the rooftops. Read on, dear reader…
Bassett (1933) kicks off with the glorious Miss Hilda Baker, and I think the best way to describe her is: imagine Paul Gallico’s Mrs. ‘arris if she were written by Stella Gibbons. Which, of course, she is. ‘She dressed neatly and badly in ugly little hats and ugly little necklaces’, works cutting patterns for a dressmakers, and her one vocation in life is identifying when other people are ‘sassing’ her, and reprimanding them for it. Miss Baker has managed to save some money, and is intrigued when she sees in a paper that another lady is looking to turn her home into a boarding house, and is looking for someone to run it with her. Determined not to be cheated out of her savings, but intrigued, Miss Baker writes to The Tower, Crane Hill, Bassett – and receives this wonderful reply, which is too wonderful not to quote in full (with strong reservations about one racist sentence, of course):
Dear Miss Baker,
After much earnest thought I have decided that yours is the most suitable letter I have received as a result of the notice which appeared in Town and Country. I am sure that the house could be made a success. It is not damp. Some of the letters were most unsuitable. There was one from a Mr. Arthur Craft. Frequent buses, but rather a long walk to them! ! ! It is so difficult, in these days, to know what to do for the best. Mr. Craft suggested a Club. I have a geyser and there are beautiful views. Perhaps we could lay out the tennis court again in the field behind the house. We are six miles from the station, but the buses run past the bottom of the hill. I thought we might take Indians (not Negroes of course) as guests. Is afternoon tea included do you know? I believe not. Perhaps you will let me know what you think. Or perhaps it would be better if you came down one Saturday. It is easier to go to Reading and take the bus. I could meet you, if we decided to meet in Town, at half past three in the Clock Department. Perhaps you would suggest a day, if Saturday doesn’t suit you. (This Saturday is not good for me I am afraid, as I have my W.I.) But of course, they close on Saturday afternoons. Will you let me know, by return if possible, whether you will meet me as arranged.
Yours faithfully, Eleanor Amy Padsoe.
P.S. – It is on clay soil, but some of it is on chalk. Very healthy! ! !
That, ladies and gentlemen, is Miss Padsoe – and isn’t she a wonder?
As with Scoop, which I wrote about recently, incompatibility makes a great start for a comic novel. Long story short, after going to see The Tower (and finding Miss Padsoe as barmy as the letter suggests), Miss Baker decides against the venture – but is then made redundant and can’t think what else to do. So, off on a train she hops to Bassett once more. Here’s an indication of their current assessment of each other…
And she thrust herself half out of the window again, waving vigorously and giving a false, toothy smile, and wishing Miss Padsoe looked a bit smarter. Like a rag-bag, that’s what she was, and an old-fashioned one at that.
And Miss Padsoe, greeting Miss Baker with a convulsive flutter of her umbrella-less hand and an equally false and toothy smile, found time to wish amid much mental distress that Miss Baker did not look exactly like an under-housemaid.
Miss Padsoe’s mental distress is caused chiefly by her mother-and-daughter cook and maid, who have been cheating and neglecting her, and have now locked her out of her own house. The sass of servants is like a red rag to a bull for Miss Baker, and she goes off to sort things out… It’s all very funny, filled with the sort of nonsensical dialogue I love (“‘Remember’? I’ll give her ‘Remember’!”) and all rather touching too – the first signs that Miss Baker and Miss Padsoe will become friends. It’s not as rammed-down-your-throat heart-warming as that sounds (and as it might threaten to be in the hands of Paul Gallico, much as I love him!) but it’s rather lovely.
As I said at the beginning of this review, had Bassett concentrated exclusively on these ladies setting up their boarding house, with Gibbons’ delicious turn of phrase and moments of irony, this would be one of my all-time favourite novels. Sadly, Bassett is diluted by the goings-on of another family in the village, and this takes up most of the second half of the novel…
Queenie is a 20-something girl who has come to live as a companion to Mrs. Shelling – and gets to know her children George and Bell, who are about her age. They have progressive views about morality and romance, as does Queenie, and… well, one thing leads to another, and it becomes about Queenie falling in love with George, and the struggles this causes, involving class, morality, aspirations…
Apparently Queenie and her situation was very autobiographical, but I have to say that I found the whole thing a bit of an unnecessary addition. It certainly wasn’t awful, and my response might well only be my impatience and boredom with any novel focuses on the anxieties of youthful ardour, but it seemed such a shame to take the attention away from such interesting and amusing protagonists. And despite some attempts to combine the two strands, Gibbons’s seems to give up at one point, and from then on just writes about Queenie et al – the two storylines don’t blend at all neatly.
But that is a fairly small reservation, caused chiefly by the excellence of the first half of Bassett – so not a bad fault to have, all things considered!
Vintage Books have brought Stella Gibbons’ books back into print, some with absolutely glorious covers – Bassett is one of those which is only (I believe) Kindle or print on demand, so doesn’t get the same beautiful cover illustrations, but I’m not going to quibble – I’m so grateful to Vintage for making this brilliant novel accessible, and to Barbara for giving me a copy!
Stuck-in-a-Book at Felixstowe Literary Festival
A very quick weekend miscellany to say that you can now buy tickets for the Felixstowe Literary Festival, including tickets for the conversation between Elaine and I about blogging!
If you can come, go here and click through to book tickets – we’re ‘Blogging and Books’ on 15 June from 3 o’clock to 4 o’clock. And I’d love to meet up with anybody afterwards, if SiaB readers can come!
Also, pop over to the festival blog to read an interview with me!
Simon’s Dos and Don’ts of Blogging
Quite often new bloggers email me and ask if I have any tips about blogging – I imagine quite a few of you have received similar emails, or questions in person – and usually I just do my best to encourage, and mention the first two of the points below (being the most important ones). But today I thought I might extend my tips a bit… let me know what yours are! (Oh, and the picture isn’t relevant…)
DO
Do… participate in community – by reading other people’s posts and commenting, having a blog list on your blog (so important!), and by answering comments when you can. Nothing puts me off more than a selfish blogger, and nothing makes me cheerier than when seeing bloggers celebrate the community we all love.
Do… post regularly – but not necessarily frequently. Just so long as people know when they can expect new posts – be that everyday, every week, every month…
Do… have pictures – it just helps!
Do… acknowledge other people’s suggestions – I don’t much care if you say whether or not the book you’re writing about came as a review copy (although it seems polite to mention it) but I do like it when people explain why they’re reading that particular book – especially if it’s because they saw it featured on someone else’s blog. Again, yay community!
Do… have fun – whether you have fun writing in-depth reviews everyday, or pictures of kittens.
DON’T
Don’t… second-guess yourself too much – if you’re always checking that people are enjoying your style or your type of posts, chances are you’re not enjoying the whole process. Relax, it’s supposed to be fun!
Don’t… be too minimalist – I know this is a reaction to those blogs which had thousands of links in the sidebars and widgets everywhere… wait, this is sounding like my blog… but I think it’s possible for the ethos of white space to go too far. If you end up with just an inch of text in an ocean of white space, then not only does it look like nobody’s home, it also looks like every other white-space blog out there!
Don’t… feel obligations – I’ve found that bloggers tend to get to the 18 month mark, and feel weighed down by blogging obligations. Blobligations? When I got to that stage, I was anxious about reading all the books I was sent, and posting everyday, and finally I decided just to relax. I wanted Stuck-in-a-Book to reflect my reading tastes – which isn’t an exclusive diet of modern novels, however kind it is of publishers to send them – so I started reading what I wanted to read, and blogging what I wanted to blog. Result: happiness! I may have lost some readers who wanted something else, but the ones I’ve got are here because (presumably!) they want to read what I want to write. Thank you!
Don’t… pay any attention to this if you don’t want to! There aren’t any hard and fast rules, and you might disagree with all of mine. That’s absolutely fine :)
Over to you…
Do you have any blogging tips for new bloggers – or experienced bloggers, come to that – which are different from mine?