Monday, 22 November 2021

Peter Ackroyd: The Canterbury Tales: A Retelling

 Been on the shelves for a long time in the garage, and it looks like it has been nibbled by mice! It's a shame as it is a beautiful looking book. A very fun retelling, although some of the stories drag on a bit. All the exuberance of Chaucer but with the concomitant crudities, to misquote Kind Hearts and Coronets. Helen has been away for a well-deserved break this weekend, back tonight. I've just about coped with the kids so far, but with Wil's funeral on Friday, taking the cubs for a night hike and sleepover and the dentist today, it has all been a bit much. Will be very glad to see her this evening! Wil's funeral was heart-breaking, I can't imagine how desolated Heidi and the children are, we should have been better friends and I kick myself that we lost touch in recent years. 

Monday, 15 November 2021

Judith Herrin, Ravenna: Capital of Empire, Crucible of Europe

 Maybe overplaying the centrality of Ravenna to early medieval europe, but it is fascinating to read about the strange mix of Latin, Greek and Gothic and Catholic, Orthodox and Arian traditions that melded together in Ravenna and it does look a truly beautiful city - certainly some of the churches are astonishing. Maybe I'll get there one day on my cycle tour of europe. I'm trying to interest the family in a trip to Malmesbury Abbey to see where King Athelstan was buried, but it's not attracting much interest, To be fair, apparently there isn't even a tomb though, so it would be underwhelming as well as involving 4 hours in the car with the kids complaining. My Fiction Tsundoku pile has a few doorstops like Ducks, Newburyport, A Place of Greater Safety and Lonesome Dove which are staring at me. I'll have to tackle at least one soon, but it is going to affect my run rate. I heard yesterday that a friend from College has passed away. He was a great guy, funny, articulate and we joked that he only hung around with us until he found better, more suitable and glamourous friends. We always had such fun whenever we met up and should have got together far more often. We had lost touch since having kids and now the opportunity is gone. There's a lesson there. His poor wife and children.

Tuesday, 9 November 2021

Colin Dexter, The Jewel That Was Ours

 I think I've said this before, but Morse has really dated. Astonishingly unacceptable words like 'nymphet' and respectable men openly fantasising about rape.  Having said that, Morse remains a compelling character and the police procedural is always good fun as he solves the puzzle. 

Monday, 8 November 2021

James Agee and Walker Evans, Let Us Now Praise Famous Men

 All very confusing, I bought this as I thought I had really enjoyed Agee's 'A Death in the Family' which I read as part of the 100 essential novels. However, it turns out I was thinking about Robert Penn Warren's 'All The King's Men', a fictionalised biography of Huey Long. Reading the synopsis of 'a Death in the Family' I don't remember it at all, and 'Let Us now Praise Famous Men' was really hard work and difficult to describe. It's far more than the reportage on poverty-stricken rural white Alabama sharecroppers expected, and quickly becomes experimental with literary forms, musings on the nature of writing, and 100 page descriptions of rooms. I ended up skim-reading, again. On the bright side, my covid isolation ended today and I could leave the house and go for a run. Autumn has arrived, the common is transformed with leaves underfoot and frost everywhere. I feel like I've been robbed of two weeks of ideal running weather. Still, if that is my major concern I've been let off covid very lightly.

Friday, 5 November 2021

Eric Ambler, Epitaph For A Spy

 That's the ticket, a period thriller with some shady mitteleuropeans, brash americans and supercilious Frenchmen. I was completely suckered, and like the narrator thought the spymaster was an idiot making stoopid decisions, and then the big reveal showed he knew all along what he was doing. More Agatha Christie or John Buchan than John Le Carre, but good fun and yet more isolation reading. i must feel better, I've just eaten a whole packet of jelly babies left over from trick or treat. THFC played their first game under Conte last night, I would have been there if I hadn't been isolating. I'm absolutely thrilled by his appointment, but I can't see it ending well, he is too big for Spurs and there is no way Levy will back him financially. Still, let's enjoy the ride. Last night we went 3-0 up, then let in 2 soft goals and had our best defender sent off 60 minutes in. somehow Vitesse managed to then get 2 of their players sent off, including the goalkeeper. Absolutely mad and thoroughly enjoyable. No idea what Conte made of it though, lets hope he can conte Spurs rather than Spurs spursing Conte

Thursday, 4 November 2021

William Dalrymple, The Anarchy: the Relentless Rise of the East India Company

 More of a skim than a read. I have really enjoyed William Dalrymple's travel writing, but his historical work is such a slog. Impeccably researched and he obviously loves India, but it was dry stuff. He's no apologist for the EIC and it's corporate criminal exploitation of a subcontinent to enrich a few stockholders. I'm still isolating, and would go mad if it wasn't for the sessions on the exercise bike. In the meantime, Helen has to deal with pick up and drop off and all the outside chores on top of a very demanding job. At least we are not self-isolating at the same time. I'm released on Sunday so will see how it goes. In the meantime after a rough couple of days I'm feeling fine now, hopefully that's it for me.

Tuesday, 2 November 2021

Ursula Le Guin, a Wizard of Earthsea

 One book, one entry? Let's see how long this lasts. I've been meaning to read this for ages, but it wasn't the revolutionary upturning of traditional fantasy I was expecting. Main character still a boy, female characters either evil or servants or beautiful aristocrats. apparently  this all gets turned on its head in book 4, by which time Le Guin had seen that she was conforming to the mind forg'd manacles of how fantasy should be written. I'm still isolating, but feeling much better although I am wheezing a bit and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a bit scared. Thankfully everyone else seems to be unaffected, although all the burden is falling on poor Helen at the moment. To make things worse, Mum has apparently been diagnosed with dementia, waiting to hear more from Dad but bloody hell.