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This was a lovely challenge. Lots of time was spent happily browsing for titles to fit the categories.

And now I’ve read my 6 books for the 6 categories.

Here they are:

1. A book with a “profession” in its title

A Bookseller’s War by Anne and Heywood Hill

2. A book with a “time of day” in its title

The Swan in the Evening by Rosamond Lehmann

3. A book with a “relative” in its title

Brother Jacob by George Eliot

4. A book with a “body part” in its title

Every Eye by Isobel English

5. A book with a “building” in its title

We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson

6. A book with a “medical condition” in its title

Among The Mad by Jacqueline Winspear

Thank you to Annie for hosting!

tuesdaywhereareyou

I’m locked in the cool room! The door won’t move. How did that happen? I never forget to put the bolt up. Never! I must think. Who’s left in the house? Who will miss me? Who will hear me?

It’s Tuesday, where are you? is hosted by raidergirl3.

teasertuesdays

Just quote a couple of spoiler-free sentences the book you’re reading to tempt other readers.

Here is mine:-

“His moustache was thicker than ever, so stiff a fly could have strolled out to the end, like a prisoner walking the plank on a pirate ship. Except that flies can’t survive in a cold room and thirty below zero, and neither could the owner of the blond frozen moustache: Nestor Chaffino, chef and pastry cook, renowned for his masterful way with a chocolate fondant.”

It might sound as if I’ve giving away the plot, but I’m not really, because those are the first two sentences of the book!

Teaser Tuesdays is hosted by MizB

This all comes courtesy of The Last Resort by Carmen Posadas

English Womanhood

The Finest Type of English Womanhood is a wonderful piece of storytelling, the tale of two very different women whose lives become entwined: Laura Trelling and Gay Gibson.

As the story opens Laura is seventeen years old and living a quiet life with her parents in the Sussex countryside. Her life changes when she meets and swiftly marries a man she meets at a party. He takes her to his home in pre Apartheid South Africa, but life there is not at all what she imagined. And nor is her husband.

Laura is quite beautifully written. She is bright, engaging and honest, but she is inexperienced and cannot quite comprehend what is going on around her. Her narrative drws you in, and does not let go.

Gay is a few years older than Laura. She has a very different upbringing in Birkenhead, where she dreams of becoming an actress. Those dreams, and her determintion, take her to south Africa too.

Gay is a wonderful creation too – based on a true life character – and though she has a smaller share of the narrative she makes a very strong impression.

It is in South Africa that the two Englishwomen’s lives become entwined – with dramatic consequences.

It would be unfair to much more than that about the story though – this is a book that you really must live through as you read.

What I will say is that the this book holds a fine supporting cast, many wonderful scenes and incidents, perfectly evoked settings, and just enough plot twists.

And so many themes explored: from gardening and disfunctional families to politics and racial divides.

All held together by the story of the lives of two fascinting women.

I read The Finest Type of English Womanhood much more quickly than I expected and stayed up much later than I had planned, compelled to keep turning the pages.

What greater recommendation could there be?!

For me, 2009 has been the year of knitted gifts.

This was the state of things when I last wrote a knitting post a couple of months ago.

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Since then things have moved along nicely.

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The tilted blocks scarf is tied up ready to go.

The cats paw scarf is on hold for the moment. I love the yarn and the pattern but it’s just too narrow. So I’m thinking of putting the cats paw pattern on one edge of a wider scarf maybe. Suggestions are welcome!

The pink yarn that (Debbie Bliss Rialto Aran) I was using for the ruffle scarf was gorgeous but it didn’t suit the pattern. So it turned into another scarf entirely. We gave it to my fiancé’s niece for her birthday a couple of weeks back, and she loved it!

The ruffle scarf needed a fuzzier yarn and it worked beautifully in Rowan Romance. It was a nightmare casting off 1200 stitches purlwise though – never again! It’s a strange one – it looks like nothing off but it’s fabulous when you wrap it around your neck. Now it’s on the way to my cousin for her birthday.

And my mother’s shawl has had a change of yarn too. It’s now all garter stitch in lovely autumn colours courtesy of Wendy Fusion. Softer and fuzzier, it should suit my mother who feels the cold terribly as she is getting older. I’m halfway, and hoping to be finished for ther birthday at the end of the month.

Phew!

I have a couple of jumpers for myself on the go too, but more of that another time.

And I’ve decided that next year will be a year for finer yarns, and maybe even my first knitted socks.

Wish me luck!

Brother Jacob

Virago Modern Classic #312

Brother Jacob is George Eliot’s shortest and most obscure work.

I’m pleased that Virago reissued it back in the day – if they hadn’t it probably would have passed me by.

My edition runs to just 74 pages, but it contains a fable, a morality tale in four acts:

Act 1

On a visit to town young David Faux sees a high class confectioner’s shop. It leads him to believe that confectioners must  be the happiest and most popular of tradesmen, and so when it comes to the time for him to take up a trade he becomes a confectionery. But when David finds that the realitly of life as a confectioner has more work and less status than he imagined, he decides that his future lies elsewhere.

The prose in this section is rich and lovely. George Eliot must have had a sweet tooth! But David’s discontent stops things getting sickly and sets the real story in motion.

Act 2

David decides that his future lies in the West Indies, But how does he get there? Easy! He tricks his slow-witted brother Jacob so that he can steal his mother’s life savings. And then, of course, he vanishes.

A swift change to a much darker style and tone. Interesting, well executed and things play out well. But not so easy to engage. David is unpleasant and Jacob is dull. No heroes here!

Act 3

Some years later and some miles away a new confectioner’s shop  opens. The proprietor, Edward Freely, establishes himself in society and is clearly set to make a great match with the local squire’s daughter.

A lovely portrait of a community. Of course, with the short format, it is reasonably clear who Edward Freely must be and what is likely to happen next. After all, the title is “Brother Jacob”.

Act 4

Sure enough, Jacob arrives. He, quite disingenuously, identifies the confectioner as his brother David Faux. Not a gentleman merchant, but a working class thief and cheat. The confectioner disappears, never to be heard from again.

A tidy ending, but a little downbeat.

Brother Jacob has a few flaws common in short works. There is little room for character development and the story quickly becomes predictable. But it is engaging and very readable.

The core idea wouldn’t have been enough to sustain a novel, but does provide a sound basis for this little volume.

Not essential, but very interesting.

The Rapture

“That summer, the summer all the rules began to change, June seemed to last for a thousand years. The temperatures were merciless, thirty-eight, thirty-nine, then forty in the shade. It was heat to die in, to go nuts in, or to spawn. Old folks died, dogs were cooked alive in cars, lovers couldn’t keep their hands off each other. The sky pressed down like a furnace lid, shrinking the subsoil, cracking concrete, killing shrubs from the roots up. In the parched suburbs ice cream vans plinked their baby tunes into streets that sweated tar. Down at the harbor, the sea reflected the sun in tiny, barbaric mirrors. Asphyxiated, you longed for rain. It didn’t come.”

It’s quite an opening paragraph to a book packed full. At its simplest The Rapture could be called a post apocalyptic psychological eco thriller. But it’s so much better than that sounds and there’s so much more going on.

Let’s start at the beginning. With one of the most interesting fictional characters I have met this year.

Gabrielle Fox. Two years ago Gabrielle was in a serious car accident. Her married lover and their unborn child were killed and Gabrielle’s spine was irreparably damaged. Now she takes on the world from a wheelchair. She’s dealing with the physical scars, but not, it seems with the mental scars.

She’s decided to make a new start in a new job in a new town. She’s an art therapist, and has taken a position at the Oxsmith Adolescent Secure Psychiatric Hospital, a troubled institution on the south coast of England.

Gabrielle’s story was, for me, one of the strongest elements of this book. Her emotions, her reactions, her defence mechanisms, her coping strategies are all utterly believable and, although they are not integral to the main thrust of the story, they work with it very well.

At the Oxsmith she finds that her case load includes one particularly notorious inmate: Bethany Krall.

Bethany is the daughter of a famous evangelist, figurehead of the Faith Wave movement, which grew into a major force against a background of worldwide environmental extremes, terrorism, economic turmoil and fear.

Her mother is dead – brutally murdered by Bethany.

Now she is a difficult patient at Adolescent the Oxsmith: she has major mood swings, psychotic fantasies and biblical outpourings. She has attempted suicide, attacked other patients, and seen off more than one therapist with her startling insight their lives. The hospital has responded with electric shock treatment.

And Bethany has predicted ecological disasters with pinpoint accuracy.

It is a measure of Liz Jensen’s skill that she is able to make Bethany intriguing and compelling, without ever losing sight of the horror of what she has done.

In many ways this is a difficult book. In the hands of another author I might have been disinclined to read on, but this author judged things perfectly.

There is much detail throughout this book and it is all pretty much perfectly pitched.

The head of the hospital is dismissive of Bethany’s predictions, but her former therapist believes that she can see the future. Gabrielle isn’t sure, but she is sure that she wants to go on working with Bethany.

She talks to a scientist, who is interested, in Gabrielle and in Bethany’s predictions. Inevitably, word gets out, setting off a series of dramatic events and building to a dramatic conclusion.

Some things are resolved; some things aren’t.

But your attention is held from start to finish by two intriguing women and the extremely well-handled multi-stranded plot. And by some wonderful prose.

Some difficult subjects are handled with great intelligence and sensitivity.

The Rapture is not an easy book to read – or to write about – but I’m glad I did.

I’m trying to keep my library pile under control, but at the moment I’m not winning. A couple of reservations turned up and there were a couple more books I couldn’t resist.

Here they are:

The Girl With Glass Feet

The Girl With Glass Feet by Ali Shaw

“Strange things are happening on the remote and snowbound archipelago of St Hauda’s Land. Unusual winged creatures flit around icy bogland; albino animals hide themselves in the snow-glazed woods; jellyfish glow in the ocean’s depths…And Ida MacLaird is slowly turning into glass. A mysterious and frightening alchemical metamorphosis has befallen Ida Maclaird – she is slowly turning into glass, from the feet up. She returns to St Hauda’s Land, where she believes the glass first took hold, in search of a cure. Midas Crook is a young loner, who has lived on the islands his entire life. When he meets Ida, something about her sad, defiant spirit pierces his emotional defenses. As Midas helps Ida come to terms with her affliction, she gradually unpicks the knots of his heart, and they begin to fall in love…What they need most is time – and time is slipping away fast. Will they find a way to stave off the spread of the glass?.”

Now doesn’t that sound wonderful? I couldn’t possibly have left it behind!

Gilded Fly

The Case of the Gilded Fly by Edmund Crispin

“Yseut Haskell, a pretty but spiteful young actress with a talent for destroying men’s lives, is found dead in a college room just metres from unconventional Oxford don Gervase Fen’s office. The victim is found wearing an unusual ring, a reproduction of a piece in the British Museum featuring a gold gilded fly but does this shed any light on her murder? As they delve deeper into Yseut’s unhappy life the police soon realise that anyone who knew her would have shot her, but can Fen discover who could have shot her? “The Case of the Gilded Fly” is the first Gervase Fen mystery and is the perfect introduction to this most idiosyncratic, eccentric and entertaining detective.”

An author I’ve heard great things about and been meaning to try for ages. A lovely new edition and it’s on the Guardian 100 list. Lots of good resons for bringing this one home!

Mothernight

Mothernight by Sarah Stovell

“‘I was beginning to realise that time didn’t move forwards here. It just spun round and round, circling an old date, endlessly’. So says seventeen-year-old Olivia who spends the summer at the home of her boarding school friend, the brilliant, distant, lonely Leila. Their intense relationship circles Leila’s painful past: a dreadful accident when she was five, and then the sudden death of her infant brother four years later. Olivia meets Leila’s childhood friend Rosie, a disturbing, manipulative influence, and Katherine, Leila’s step-mother: bitter, damaged and unforgiving. Now on the verge of adulthood, Leila decides to confront her past and her family, but the atmosphere of blame and recrimination hangs as heavy as the summer heat and will prove more powerful than she could have ever imagined.”

This one’s been on my radar for a while. I ordered it during a short book-buying bann to try to stop myself from lapsing!

The Franchise Affair

The Franchise Affair by Josephine Tey

“Marion Sharpe and her mother seem an unlikely duo to be found on the wrong side of the law. Quiet and ordinary, they have led a peaceful and unremarkable life at their country home, The Franchise. Unremarkable that is, until the police turn up with a demure young woman on their doorstep. Not only does Betty Kane accuse them of kidnap and abuse, she can back up her claim with a detailed description of the attic room in which she was kept, right down to the crack in its round window. But there’s something about Betty Kane’s story that doesn’t quite add up. Inspector Alan Grant of Scotland Yard is stumped. And it takes Robert Blair, local solicitor turned amateur detective, to solve the mystery that lies at the heart of The Franchise Affair….”

One of the inspirations that Sarah Waters has cited for The Little Stranger. I’ve been meaning to read Josephine Tey anyway, but that tipped the balance.

Have you read any of these? What did you think? Which book should I go for next? And which are you curious to know more about?

And what did you find in the library this week?

See more Library Loot here.

Kisses on a Postcard

I have found magic in stories of evacuees. Carrie’s War (by Nina Bawden) was one of my childhood favourites, and then earlier this year I was charmed by Barbara Noble’s Doreen.

Not magic of a fanciful kind, but the magic conjured by real and vivid human emotions. And this memoir has that magic in spades.

It is a little book – Terence Frisby explains at the very start that he has only included what he clearly recalls. And that fact, lodged in your mind, tells you as much as the memories themselves.

Terence and his elder brother Jack started their lives in south-west London. In short a few pages those earliest years are brought to life. The boys were clearly happy and loved.

Then war came.

It was a horrible decision for parents to have to make. To keep their children and run the risk of the bombers, or to send them away to an unknown place with unknown people and have to bear the separation.

Terry was seven and and Jack was eleven when their parents took the decision to allow their sons to be evacuated. It was clearly painful, but they took every possible step to make the parting as natural as possible.

And their mother even thought of a way for her boys to be able to safely let her know how they were. She gave them a postcard:

“Now this is the code. Our secret. You put one kiss if it’s horrible and I’ll come straight there and bring you back home. You put two kisses if it’s all right and three kisses if it’s nice, really nice. Then I’ll know.”

Terry and Jack were evacuated to the village of Doublebois in central Cornwall. And they were lucky to be taken in by good people: Auntie Rose and Uncle Jack. Their own sons were away, fighting, and so they took in the two “vaccies”.

Further down Cornwall my own grandmother was in the same position and did the very same thing.

“Good people.” It’s a simple expression, but it means an awful lot.

The postcard was sent home plastered with kisses.

And then there are so many memories of three years in Doublebois. The demarkation lines between locals and vaccies. School. A new way of life around the woods, the river and the railway line. Mixing with the village community. The circus. Corona bottles. All of the things that make up a Cornish country childhood.

And, for me, wonderful echoes of the childhood memories that my own father – a direct comtemporary of Terry – used to tell me.

But, of course, the shadow of war never went away.

Soldiers stationed at a requistioned manor house nearby caused a stir – not least because many of the locals had never seen a black man before.

Auntie Rose taking her charges on a shopping trip to Plymouth and berating herself when they narrowly missed a bombing raid on the docks. How could she take such a risk with another mother’s children?

And many villagers had suffered in the first war. They thought that it had been the war to end all wars, but it wasn’t. Many had suffered losses, and many would again.

So many wonderful stories so wonderfully told. I wish I could write about them all.

So many emotions, so many moments to move you.

A wonderful portrait of an extrordinary time in a place that is today the same is so many ways and yet so very different too.

Magic indeed.

tuesdaywhereareyou

Here in Edinburgh, on this 16th day of April 1874, it is the coldest day that the world has ever seen. And so I have been born with a frozen heart. Doctor Madeleine is going to operate, to try to save me …

It’s Tuesday, where are you? is hosted by raidergirl3.

teasertuesdays

Just quote a couple of spoiler-free sentences the book you’re reading to tempt other readers.

Here is mine:-

“Madeleine snips through the skin on my chest using a large pair of scissors with serrated edges. The touch of their little teeth tickles. She slides the clock under my skin and begins to connect the gears to the arteries of my heart.”

Teaser Tuesdays is hosted by MizB

This all comes courtesy of The Boy with the Cuckoo-clock Heart by Mathias Malzieu

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