Wednesday, 19 October 2016

Classic Spin # 14

There has been another Classic Spin from The Classic Club. Lately, I have not had time to read any of the spins, although I am eager to reduce my classical list, which is also a TBR list. This time the spin ended on number 1. Here is my list:

1. Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen
2. The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins
3. David Copperfield by Charles Dickens
4. The Mill on the Floss by George Eliot
5. Light in August by William Faulkner
6. Karin Lavransdotter by Sigrid Undset
7. Buddenbrooks by Thomas Mann
8. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce
9. Women in Love by D.H. Lawrence
10. A Streetcar Named Desire by Tennessee Williams
11. Richard III by William Shakespeare
12. Travels With My Aunt by Graham Green
13. The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck
14. The Overcoat and Other Stories by Nikolaj Gogol
15. Vile Bodies by Evelyn Waugh (for 1 August)(not finished)
16. Sweet Bird of Youth by Tennessee Williams
17. The Taming of a Screw by William Shakespeare
18. Mansfield Park by Jane Austen
19. To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf
20. Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man I did not manage to finish, but the aim is there. One day! Vile Bodies I tried to read but gave up. I think that the two books I have read from the list I read outside the spin. One book I did read is La Nausée by Jean-Paul Sartre (deleted from the list after reading).

As you see, number 1 is a classic that I am eager to read, Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen. That will be my aim for 1 December. I will read another Austen book, Northanger Abbey, for my Brontë Reading group, set for December 6. So, a couple of Austen books in the near future.

Tuesday, 18 October 2016

Poldark series by Winston Graham

Many years ago I read the first books in this series and really loved it. I don't know why I did not continue to read the following books, but alas did not. However, waiting for the first season of the new BBC Poldark tv-series, I read the first four Poldark books in a row. Difficult to stop!

Whatever BBC does, it does very well. The Poldark series are no exception. Absolutely fantastic! Wonderful actors, wonderful scenery and a wonderful script that follows the books very well. The absolute highlight is of course Aidan Turner as Poldark. You can just not think of anyone else who would do the part so well. The other actors are also perfectly cast and it makes it the top adaption it is.

I am now watching the second season (I think they do two books per season) and it gets better and better. To prepare myself for the third season which seems to be on the way, I have bought the next three books in the series; The Black Moon, The Four Swans and The Angry Tide. I am more than half through The Black Moon and it does not disappoint. I am curious to see if Winston Graham can keep up the saga, since it was written over quite a long time period. There are 12 books in the series and the first one, Poldark was published in 1945, and the last one Bella Poldark in 2002. The saga covers the period from 1783 - 1820. I just love a well written family saga. Don't you?

Winston Graham with the books
in the Poldark family saga

Saturday, 15 October 2016

Mount TBR: Checkpoint #3

Long time no see! But now I am back again and hope to be posting a little bit more regularly in the near future. I have been busy with other things than reading. It is going really slow now, so I feel somewhat desperate. But, what can I do, but keep a big smile and say; "I do read, but it is getting a little bit slow."

Well, Bev's (My Reader's Block) call for the third checkpoint on the Mount TBR challenge woke me up, so I am now sitting at the computer to do an update, albeit small. As usual interesting questions to answer, and I am now curious if I have managed to ascend a little higher on my mountain.

Looking back on my checkpoint #2 I see I had read 27 books and had reached Mont Blanc, plus made 1.203 meters up Mt Vancouver. So let's see how far I have got now? I have read 39 books from my TBR shelves, 12 books since July! Not so much, but better than nothing. That means I have reached Mt Vancouver, which is 36 books. It has also set me two books up the Mt Ararat. 39 books out of 48 means I am now fighting with the oxygen on 4.173 metres! Only 1000 metres to go, that is, 9 books! I am quite pleased after all.

Since I like all Bev's questions, I will try to answer them all.

A. Favourite character so far? I think it has to be Harold Fry. I like the way this very ordinary man managed to change his life, with small means, and also his outlook on life and people around him. An extraordinary man in an extraordinary book.

B. Pair up your reads. Male protagonist versus female. Good versus evil. I go for two real life characters which both fascinated me; Che Guevara and Greta Garbo (Che in a non-fiction about his life and Greta in an historical fiction, but based on her fantastic life. I think both characters speak for themselves). The Road will do for booth good and evil. Along the road that the main characters travel we meet both kinds. A book that stays with you for a long time.

C. Which book has been on the shelves the longest? Was it worth the wait? It must be the two books by Graham Green; Our man in Havana and Travels with my Aunt. Both excellent, and I don't know why I did not read them before. Sometimes I think some books have to wait for the right time. I might not have appreciated them as much, if I had read them when I bought them. They must have been there from the 1970s.

D. Choose 1-4 titles from your stacks, use a word from the titles and do an image search. I choose TAG, since most titles seem to start with a T.
The Distant Hours
Grymhet (Cruelty)

Sunday, 2 October 2016

Literature from Gilgamesh to Bob Dylan

The good thing with moving books from one place to the other is that you discover books that you have forgotten that you have. This is especially the case for rather big, fact books. I have had a book called Levande Litteratur (Living Literature) for many, many years. It is written by a famous Swedish writer/journalist/translator, Tore Zetterholm. He tells the history of the written word from the Greek antiquity to modern times. This is a book which you should enjoy in small doses at the time, so I use it (while here in Sweden) as my breakfast reading.

I thought it would be interesting to see how many of these great work of arts that I have on my shelves, which ones I have read, which ones are still to be read and which ones I would like to read. I will try not to anger the gods with a possible 'hybris', so will try to be realistic in what I know I will manage to read.

It all starts with Gilgamesh and the Bible. Although I will not be able to read the Gilgamesh epic I like to read some of the stories of the Bible. The very first written words came from Mesopotamia, Egypt, Persia, India and China. And then came the Greeks. Their influence on literature is still acknowledged today. The Romans took over, but could not quite come up to the standard of the Greeks. One of the greatest storyteller is Homer's The Illiad which I have at home and have read about half through. Time to finish it off. I also happened to have one of the great poets of the Roman times, Catullus. Time to bring down that book from the shelves, dust it and open up to read some love poetry. I also read about Augustinus and his confessions, and I remember that they were given to me recently by a friend of mine. Hybris beware! I might not be able to read them, but will give it a try.

We are entering the Middle Ages and here we find one of the most famous early writings, which I have actually read. That is Beowulf, an Anglo-Saxon epos from the 8th century, about a hero killing off troll and dragons. Going further south, we return to Italy and one of the most famous writers of all times; Dante Alighieri and his La Divina Commedia. I have had this book for ages, but still not read it. Now is obviously the time! Further north the Icelanders were early on with telling their folktales to new generations and finally wrote them down. The Eddas tell us about the Norse mythology. I happen to have this as well, so there is no excuse anymore.

Going from the wild people of the north, down to the south and the Renaissance in Italy. It started there around the 16th century, which was 200 years before it came to the northern parts of Europe. Machiavelli was an Italian historian, politician, diplomat, philosopher, humanist and writer and an official in the Florentine Republic. His masterpiece is The Prince. I read it many years ago, but should maybe read it again. Here a few of his advice to the prince.
It is better to be feared than loved, if you cannot be both.
If an injury has to be done to a man it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared.
The first method for estimating the intelligence of a ruler is to look at the men he has around him.

The last one for today will be Giovanni Boccaccio and his Decamerone, which also happens to be on my book shelves. Here one might find rather daring stories, even with todays more open attitude to love and relationships. Have you read any of the great classics? What would you recommend?

Wednesday, 21 September 2016

Down Memory Lane

Back again. This time not with a book review. The reading is going slow. For the moment I am reading The Hourglass Factory by Lucy Ribchester. It is a historical novel set in the beginning of the 20th century. Trapeze artists disappearing and then there are the suffragettes. More about this later.

I am on my way to Sweden again, so planning my packing. Most things that will go from here have already been transported. Now we are starting looking at what we have in the attic! Yes, I guess you know what that means. Many things that has been hidden up there since we moved in 18 years ago. Since both me an my husband had reached a rather mature age by the time we decided that it might be a good idea to move in together, we had both collected a few personal stuff along the way. My husband is more of a squirrel than I am, so I am afraid he has a few more boxes to take care of,  but there are a few for me too.

One pile of memorabilia
To open these boxes was really a trip down Memory Lane. The boxes contained memorabilia from my working years abroad. A lot of invitations, brochures from various events and photos, opened up a forgotten world for me. All of a sudden I was transported back in time and people's name and faces appeared to me again. Some I must admit I could not place at all! There were letters I have forgotten I had. I did not read them, just looked through them quickly. They will be read on a cold, stormy night during the winter. The time covers more or less beginning of the 80s up until mid 90s. It was a time when we still wrote postcards and letters, and I am so happy to have saved them all.

Dolls on the way out!
I sorted out a few things, one just can't save everything. Now at least they have been put in order, and I will probably do some kind of journaling to preserve them, rather than just keep them in boxes. I had a couple of bags full of dolls I bought in Russia and other places. Unfortunately, they were of rather low quality, so I just saved some of the typical Russian dolls.

It has been a great exercise. I still have a few boxes of photos, not to talk about all the dia slides. They will also be sorted and turned into digital ones. Well, I will not lack things to do in the near future. The great thing is that many of my friends I have found again on FB. That, I think, is the great benefit with this app.

Thursday, 15 September 2016

The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry by Rachel Joyce

I have read many raving reviews about this book, so it was with a little bit of caution that I started reading. Well, I did not have to worry. This is just a wonderful book, a fascinating story and so many wise thoughts all through the book. It just shows that it is never to late to do something about your life, and when you least expect it, you grow to heights you could never have imagined.

Harold is retired and when we meet him, he and his wife do not seem to speak too much to each other. His wife Maureen, seems to spend her life cleaning the house and thinking of their grown-up son. One morning their life change forever when Harold receives a postcard from a former, female colleague, Queenie Hennessy. She has cancer and she is writing to say her farewells.

The letter starts a process in Harold. He writes a polite reply and sets of to post it right away. Circumstances takes him to the nearest letter box, but he is hesitant to post it. He continues to the next one, and next one. All of a sudden without him being aware of it, he has decided to walk all the way to Queenie and with his sheer will he will make her survive.

It is a revealing journey in many ways. His lone walks not only makes him aware of is aching feet, his clothes that are not fit for longer walks, the forgotten mobile phone, but makes him look back on his life, the decisions he made, or did not do, and asking himself the question where it all went wrong.

This is really a pilgrimage in the true sense of the word. When he stops to pause, he starts talking to people he meet, telling them of his journey and they in their turn, confide their problems in him. He has never been a social, outgoing man, and he looks at himself with wonder at this new person he detects in himself. After a while TV and radio make programs about him, people follow him like he was some kind of Jesus figure. For a time he loses focus on his trip, his mission and start questioning the whole idea. Can he really save Queenie. Is it not preposterous to think so?

The whole novel is full of thoughts worthy your time. It makes you reflect on the life we live, the meaning, the artificiality of it all. Have we lost focus on what is important in life? Harold realises he has passed through life without making any impression on anyone. This is the first time that he ever made a statement, that he stood up for something or someone he believed in. At the same time he is afraid that when he reaches his goal, all that is awaiting him is a big emptiness. Maybe one always have to have a goal? Always be on the way to somewhere?

A wonderful book, a must read. It is definitely one of the best books I have read this year. Not only the story, his pilgrimage, but all the thoughts behind that enters his head and that Rachel Joyce treats with such care. The end is quite surprising but all in line with the theme of the book.

Wednesday, 14 September 2016

Attempts to Make Something of Life. The Secret Diary of Hendrik Groen, 83¼ Years Old by Hendrik Groen

My mother got this book as a birthday present from her sister and lent it to me. My mother is 82 years old, and although she still lives at home with my father, she can relate to a lot of things in the book, and she really loved it. 

As it says in the title, Hendrik Groen is 83¼ years old. He lives in an old people’s home in Amsterdam. He is a nice, caring, helpful and pleasant person who does not make a lot of noise in the world. He decides to change his attitude and become more tough and speak out about matters he thinks are wrong. Not to totally go outside himself, he decides to be obnoxious in secret and write a diary for one year. Here he can write whatever he likes. He can be as true as he likes, no one will read it but himself.

It is the story of being old in an old peoples’ home. About friendship and love at the end of life. Just because you are old does not mean you have to give up everything, right? You have the right to think what you like about politicians, life in general, the people running the home and whatever is happening in the world. You have the right to have a meaningful life.

To help fight boredom he and his friends, start a group to organise excursions. Each one of the group will organise a tour, a dinner, a golfing session, or whatever they like to try. Once a month they go out, rather secretive, which just make all the other people in the home wondering what is going on. The description of these outings are hilarious and it shows that only the sky is the limit!

In the diary he writes about big and small events. How difficult it can be to have a meaningful life when you are old. Worries about economy, your health, and the health of your friends. It is written with a lot of irony and humour, sometimes black humour, and that makes it such a thought worthy book.

It has been a great success in the Netherlands and is now conquering the world. The name Hendrik Groen is a pseudonym and it is not publicly known who the author is.

I read it in Swedish, and I made two small notes, that I especially liked (although there were many more). The translation is my own:

”Old people lose things all the time, just like children, but they do no longer have a mom who knows where everything is.”
So true!
”Only those who never do anything, can never do anything wrong." 

Monday, 12 September 2016

The Distant Hours by Kate Morton

I read Kate Morton's The House at Riverton some years ago and really loved it. I am fascinated with old houses and the possible secrets they hold. I discovered I have two books of hers on my shelves, so started out with The Distant Hours. What a read, just what I love. The personal stories of the characters keep you enthralled all through the book. Little by little the story of their lives come alive before you, and mostly,  it is not what it seems.

The novel starts with a life changing event. Edie, is a young woman working as editor in small publishing firm. She has just broken up with her boyfriend, without telling anyone. She know her mother will be disappointed in her. When she goes for her regular visits to her parents to eat dinner, her estranged relationship with her mother will change forever. While there, her mother receives a letter sent 60 years ago. Her mother, always keeping her feelings in control, gets very emotional over the letter, without explaining further. However, she does tell her daughter that she was evacuated to Kent during the war, and lived with three sisters and their father in the grand, ancestral home of Milderhurst Castle. The letter was from the youngest sister, Juniper.

She also discovers that the castle was the home of the author of her favourite childhood book, "The True History of the Mud Man". It is also said that the youngest daughter, Juniper, was driven mad when she was abandoned by her fiancé. Destiny starts working and it is not long before, by chance, Edie ends up close to Milderhurst Castle, and decides to go and have a look at the place where her mother spent some happy years in her youth and the house that saw of her favourite book being born.

Edie takes a guided tour of the castle and meets the Blythe sisters, Persephone (Percy), Seraphina (Saffy) and Juniper. The sisters are now in their 80ies and still struggling on their own to keep the castle in order, without money and much help. As Edie is asked to write an introduction to a new edition of the "True History of the Mud Man" she is invited to the sisters to go through the archives for the historical background. It was always thought that the novel was based on real events, but the author did not reveal anything before his death. As Edie starts looking through the old papers of the author, hearing the story of her mother's time in the castle and starts investigating while the fiancé of Juniper never turned up, she finds out more than she would have liked.

As the story is revealed we have to revise our own thoughts about its characters and the events that lead up to present day. It is presented little by little, and you hardly realise that you get more and more knowledge of the lives of the sisters and all your presumptions are put up-side-down as you reach the end of the novel. It keeps you fascinating from page one and it is difficult to put it down. It is a wonderfully written novel, where the love of a house is at the centre. All characters are very well developed and you feel their joys and sorrows. The sisters are very sad characters and bound to a house where there is no way out. Or is there?

Wednesday, 7 September 2016

The Rare and the Beautiful. The Lives of the Garmans by Cressida Connolly

If you have followed this blog, you might have noticed that I am very fond of biographies. Especially, of people, or families, which stand out due to their personalities, and maybe, eccentricities. This book has it all. The Garmans were nine siblings, and this biography is mainly about four of them; Mary, Kathleen, Douglas and Lorna. They turned their world and surroundings upside down with their wild and bohemian life in the beginning of the 20th century.

They took lovers, and/or married them, created with their pure energy, the inspiration for many an artist. They were part of the Bloomsbury set between the wars, and knew them all; writer Vita Sackville-West who had a love affair with Mary, although she was married to poet Roy Campbell; sculpture Jacob Epstein, lover of Kathleen for many years until they married when his wife died; the poet Laurie Lee, painter Lucian Freud and many more.

They lived their lives as they wanted without thinking about conventions.
”The valued naturalness very highly, they barely disciplined their children, they spoke their minds. The sisters wore their hair straight and long when custom called for stiff permanent waves. They liked things to look effortless. Elaborate picnics appeared as if out of nowhere, and their houses were models of elegant simplicity in which important and valuable drawings and paintings would be propped casually against the walls. They accepted the most extraordinary coincidences as nothing less than their due.
People fell in love with them. They were lovely to be in love with - passionate, generous, beautiful.”
Cressida Connolly lets us meet the family and their quest for a different life in a passionate tale. However, she is balancing very well their story and does not let us be trapped by the sisters and their charms. We can see their success and failures, laugh with them and cry with them. It is a story of a family who inspired artists in various field, and they were very much part of the artistic community during the last century. A really fascinating story, where you realise once again that fact is more interesting and exciting than fiction.

Friday, 2 September 2016

Long time no see!

It was a while since I wrote something on this blog. Life has been very busy the last couple of weeks. I have spent them in Sweden, decorating our own and our son's new flats. A lot of driving here an there, looking for suitable furniture, carrying, unpacking, putting together etc etc. I feel quite exhausted. My son's flat is now in order so that feels good. Ours are slowly coming together. We are still waiting for the furniture we have ordered; a new luxurious bed, a sofa and a dining table. I think we still have to wait a few weeks. On Monday I head back to Brussels and have to take care of a house and garden  which need care as well. It never ends it seems. The worst part? It takes away my time for reading and blogging!

The beginning of my library. Although it will
not be enough, you have to start somewhere!

I have missed you all out there, although I have managed to follow your blog posts. I see you are up to a lot of things and I am happy for all of you. Hope I will be able to read a little bit more in the coming months, but am not so sure.

Since my last post I have read four books (not too much, I know). They are The Rare and the Beautiful, The Lives of the Garmans by Cressida Connolly, K is for Killer by Sue Grafton, The Masque of the Black Tulip by Lauren Willig and The Distant Hours by Kate Morton. Reviews of the first and last will follow. Both fascinating books in their own way. I am presently reading the fantastic The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry by Rachel Joyce.  Much to reflect on in this story of a life wasted. The other one I have started is from a Dutch writer Hendrik Groen Attempts to Make Something of Life. The Secret Diary of Hendrik Groen, 83 1/4 Years Old.  It is a hilarious diary from an old people's home, the life their, their inhabitants and their thoughts. Very funny.

I had a few days by the pool which was
enjoyable. Here reading in the sun.
I have been accepted for an on-line course in Creative writing, so happy about that. I think! It will also take a lot of time, and I already feel a little bit stressed about it. But, I just have to take the day as it comes and do the best of it. But there are so many things out there that is so fun to do, and I want to make it all! As Friedrich Nietzsche said: "If you know the why, you can live any how."