Friday, 20 September 2019

Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex, Madeline Miller, Circe, Marcus Tanner, The Last Of The Celts, Robert Merle, League of Spies, Stefan Zweig, The World of Yesterday, Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises, Eugen Vodolazkin, Laurus, Peter Hennessy, Never Again: Britain 1945-51, Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God, Robert Harris, The Second Sleep, Stephen Ambrose, Pegasus Bridge: D-day: The Daring British Airborne Raid, Fiction, Richard Wright, Native Son, James Hogg, James Robertson Justice "What's The Bleeding Time?" A Biography, Philip Reeve, Mortal Engines



My late summer 2019  reading. I wasn't expecting much from Middlesex, but I loved it. I was vaguely aware it was something to do with an androgynous person, but didn't realise  it was an epic encompassing the American immigrant experience, the clash of cultures and lifestyles. 'Last of the Celts' was a tour round those last remaining outposts of celticness on the north-western fringes of Europe, and a lament for a dying but romanticised world. 'League of Spies' was the 4th in the series, and was read on holiday in Brittany and Normandy, as were the next few books. It was a lovely holiday, William in particular was charming and is coming into his own as a person. He loved playing with the dog at the farm, and I even had to run off after them in my slippers when they disappeared into the bocage up to some mischief of others. We also wrote sawyer lyrics to his favourites song, 'My favourite things' from The Sound of Music:

Daddy likes crosswords and Harry Kane hat tricks
Reading ‘bout castles, and Tintin and Asterix
Sleeping in tents and correcting spelling
These are a few of his favourite things

National Trust Tea Rooms and Tap Dancing classes
Cake decorating and free entrance passes
Skiving off boot camp and hoarding savings
These are a few of mum’s favourite things

Swimming and cycling and brick-wall defending
Puzzles and board games that are never-ending
Clash of Clans, parsnips and lots of pudding
These are a few of Fred’s favourite things

Libby likes milkshakes and singing out loudly
Doing gymnastics and dancing quite proudly
Swimming and make-up and a class for teaching
These are a few of her favourite things

Doing gymnastics and cuddling my mummy
Going to softplay with cake in my tummy
Dinosaurs, robots and going on swings
These are a few of my favourite things

When I’m told off
When I fall down
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember by favourite things, and then I don’t feel so bad.


Zweig’s ‘The World of Yesterday’ was another lament for a lost world, but poignant as it was, I’m not sure the author fully realises that the wonderful world of tolerance and openness he remembers was nothing of the sort for most people in Europe who were downtrodden, denied a say in government and living in squalid conditions. Hemingway was meh, a failed romance from all I could tell, Laurus was a Russian novel I picked up from Daunt’s, and set in medieval times. Explored the themes of faith and human compassion. I remember Never Again as being an epic social history, full of chapters on the floods of 1947, or Compton’s exploits at the crease. Rereading it, it’s actually far more of the story of high politics and foreign policy at the time, so I’ve misremembered it completely. Maybe my perspective has changed, and the social history stayed with me as it was so novel for me when I read it. I can’t remember anything about Their Eyes Were Watching God, I’ve just had to google it to trigger the memory of Janie Crawford and her life in Eatonville. I should be ashamed of myself. Second Sleep was set in a future England after some great calamity when the world has returned to a pre-industrial civilisation where discussion of anything technological is forbidden and the church are running things. The fragility of civilisation can be terrifying. Pegasus Bridge was a straightforward Boy’s Own tale of derring-do and British stiff upper-lip behaviour on the battlefield, and Native Son was a cracking read, a rare ‘essential novel’ that I could read for pleasure (again, I should be ashamed of myself). The story of a black man, Bigger Thomas, a cruel, vindictive, violent man and the society that made him that way. The biography of JRJ was very light stuff, mostly read on a flight back from Dusseldorf, and ‘Mortal Engines’ a kids book that I’m trying to encourage Fred to read. Fred has just started secondary school, and while he is enjoying it, it’s been a big transition. He’s given up football and wants to give up swimming too as he is finding it so hard after coming back from a broken wrist and the summer break. Hopefully he’ll stick with it as it’s so good for him to be getting regular exercise.