Les Parisiennes by Anne Sebba

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Autumn seems to be the time we traditionally read some serious non-fiction. (Last year it was Ben Judah’s This is London)

For 2017, the chosen book is Les Parisiennes by local author, Anne Sebba. This is not a book to enjoy.  It is a book to pull you up short and consider the good fortune of living in the 21st century in a country with no experience of enemy occupation.  It is ferociously well-researched, amplifying our understanding of the depths of barbarity which the Germans meted out to French women in situ in France, and after their subsequent deportation. French complicity in the round up of the Jewish population is examined in depth as is the disparity in the treatment of returning Jewish deportees from the Resistance deportees.

It is a long harrowing read and needs considerable stamina to continue as the details are unimaginably bleak. But it is worth it. The closing chapters are very thought-provoking. They reveal (among other things) how the de Gaulle government manipulated the emphasis of media reporting once the initial purges of collaborators had taken place and analyses the difficulty deportees had reintegrating into society.

It is also an account of how French culture defiantly retained its place in the world despite the German onslaught. Attempts to pillage French art treasures and transfer haute-couture to Berlin were thwarted. The coverage is good of Picasso’s reasons for staying put in Paris and continuing to work, despite the exodus of other artists. And overall the book is a corrective to the post-war glamourizing of the activities of the Resistance.

We were evenly split over whether the immense weight of detail was irritating or whether it was necessary to provide every last fact in order to refute Holocaust deniers.

In terms of evaluating the narrative thread, each individual woman’s story was at times difficult to keep separate in the mind as the action progressed. Several of the SOE agents for example just blend into each other until their very shocking ends are retold. So hard to read if, like a lot of us do, you usually read very quickly. 

The book memorialises the hideous sacrifice made by many women to achieve the salvation of France. And it inhabits the mind for quite a few days after completing – the very definition of a good read.

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Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day

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I was amused to read Lucy Kellaway (formerly of the FT) describe this the other day as a book about a job interview which of course it is. I wanted to recommend it but felt it might be too sweet but this excellent post explains the underlying tone which backs off the romantic element.

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I’m sorry I did not take the advice of my fellow bloggers AT ONCE and dive into this charming, funny novel by Winifred Watson. It is sweet without being too sickly, an escapist fairytale with a good dose of humour and wisecracks to keep it grounded. It has the feel and style of those 1930s Fred Astaire/Ginger Rogers comedies which I used to watch after coming home from school in the afternoon, before I sat down to do my homework. It was – for once – not relegated to the underground storage room of the library, but up proud and yellow on the ‘mood boosting books’ shelf. And never a truer word was spoken!

It is a fairy-tale, a Cinderella story of a middle-aged, downtrodden governess who is sent by mistake to the apartment of a glamorous nightclub singer, Delysia LaFosse, rather than a household full of unruly children. Before…

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Books we have lent…..

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We recently had a theme of Books we’ve most often lent and why? and we reflected ruefully that had more of the books we’d lent been returned we’d have a bigger list !

A unanimous choice from all present at the discussion was The Leopard by Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa.  A classic tale of love and life with a backdrop of the unification of Italy. This is one we’ve all promoted to other people.

Here in no particular order are the rest of our favourites.

Riddle of the Sands – Erskine Childers (Novel)

Pre-first world war (1903) and early example of an ‘invasion’ novel about how a German landing was stopped by two young men on a sailing holiday. Writer was in the Navy. It’s a grown-up Famous Five (though there only 3 of them)

On Broadway  – Damon Runyon (Short Stories)

This is an omnibus of Damon Runyon’s short stories written about gangster life in New York – Broadway to be specific – during the Prohibition Era.   Full of lovable rogues and skullduggery. Narrator writes in the vernacular of the period. It’s the sort of book you can just dip into at any point and start reading, so very specific and so sums up character it works.  The musical Guys & Dolls was based on it.

The Last September – Elizabeth Bowen (Novel)

The story of a big house in Ireland before its demolition.  Set in the early part of the twentieth century during the Ascendancy – time of the Black & Tans.  It’s notable for the way it captures that time and how the house seems to mould characters. (very good Wikipedia entry about this book)

The Tortoise & the Hare – Elizabeth Jenkins (Novel)

Story just unfolds in a rather grand commuter village.  Excellent characterisation. This was one of the novels we read in May 2014.  Here is a review written at the time

Glass Room – Simon Mawer (Novel)

Such different uses for the same house set in the very interesting central strip of Europe.  It belonged at times to the Nazis then Soviets and finally to the Czechoslovak state.  The house is built for a young couple and the story opens as the wife as an old lady goes back.

The Third Policeman – Flann O’Brien (Novel)

Fantasy, ridiculous but very funny

The Innocent in Erendira – Gabriel Garcia Marquez (Short Stories)

The Innocent of the title is a non-person, a sort of Cinderella without the happy ending.

The Heart of Darkness – Joseph Conrad (Novel)

Really dark story of a trader and his passage down a river in Africa.  A psychological journey not a light read – a deeply questioning book

The Company She Keeps – Mary Mccarthy (Short Stories)

Set in bohemian New York literary/political circles not long after Mccarthy’s best known novel, The Group and using some of the same characters.

The Ice Age – Margaret Drabble (Novel)

Terrific state of the ­­­­nation novel, very atmospheric about a developer in the North East (based on John Poulson). Gritty atmosphere of the time.  Echoes of 2008 and echoes of now.

South Riding – Winifred Holtby (Novel)

The writer was a great friend of Vera Brittain.  A winter book set before WW2 – the characters are all very real.  The heroine is a young headteacher who has come from elsewhere.  All human problems are here; it shows the terrible poverty that existed before the Welfare State.  Chapter headings are grouped under various committees of the council.  Well intentioned and very much of its time and useful to read now with the retreat of the the state. Shows genuine insight into the past as written contemporaneously.

In Montmartre – Sue Roe (Non-fiction)

Subtitled Picasso, Matisse and Modernism in Paris 1900 – 1910 it gives a good idea of who knew who and how they interrelated. Also a very good description of what Picasso was trying to do artistically through this period

Revolution in the Head – Ian MacDonald (Non-fiction)

Subtitled The Beatles’ Records and the Sixties.  The introduction is a very good (if left-leaning) account of the history of the Sixties followed by a listing of every single track recorded by The Beatles looking at musical construction, musical influences, particular instruments used. Finally at the back of the book is a useful glossary of musical terms.

And finally an email choice sent in by a member unable to attend

My choice for tonight would have been  Miss Garnet’s Angel – Salley Vickers (Novel), which was lent to me when I set off on my own to Venice in 2006 and I’ve since lent to a number of other people when they tell me they are going to Venice. However, it’s less about Venice (although it gives a wonderful sense of Venice and you can trace some of the settings in the novel) and more about love and loss, friendship, self-discovery and of course angels and miracles. I enjoy Vickers’ novels for her insight into her characters and relationships – she’s a Jungian therapist – but they’re not heavy reading.

Thank you to everyone for sharing your enthusiasms and giving us food for thought for our free-reading month of August.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Valentino’s Ristorante, Isleworth, TW1

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Every so often we go out for a meal together and Kay has written an excellent review here on her own blog of our most recent meal night and she has kindly agreed for us to reblog it on our site, for which many thanks.

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People are surprised, indeed even shocked, when I tell them that my book group meet once a week. Most book groups meet once a month to discuss a novel, so for most people the idea of having to read a book a week is a bit much. But then I explain it’s not quite like that: we read one novel a month to discuss on the 1st Tuesday of the month; on the 2nd we discuss books based on a theme (the last was Writers from Hull to celebrate that city being this year’s City of Culture); the 3rd Tuesday is poetry night when we might discuss a particular collection of poetry or maybe just more generally the poetry of a chosen poet, and we always read the poetry aloud, which I really love; the 4th Tuesday is our short story evening. The last three choices don’t necessarily take up…

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Strange Pilgrims by Gabriel Garcia Marquez – Revisited

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It is rare for the Book Group to read the same book twice but in this case there are enough people who didn’t read it first time round plus new members having joined since the first reading that the highly idiosyncratic Strange Pilgrims is having a second outing. As for rereading books in general we felt it was a good idea and that three years had been long enough for us to come to these stories afresh.

Last time the magical realism for which Gabriel Garcia Marquez is renowned was sometimes a hurdle to enjoyment of the stories. (Read the related blog post here) The stories do improve on a second read as one notices the details of the ridiculous scenarios and realises how inventive Marquez is. Light is like Water for example is preposterous on several levels but just suppose light does behave like water ……

Interestingly we all of us at the discussion on Tuesday evening had enjoyed the stories this time. We accepted the bargain with the writer of not probing too deeply what is plausible and what is not.  If it is good writing and he creates vivid images by inventive use of words we carried on reading.   In The Saint for example the idea that someone could carry around their seven year old daughter’s coffin for twenty years while they try to get her canonized is just accepted as a given and you move on with the narrative. Similarly, in Maria dos Prazeres successfully teaching your dog to cry at your grave so you will be mourned after death is truly bizarre but nonetheless in keeping with the tone of the story.

Marquez makes people stand before you in their physicality before you know them through the story, giving a precise and graphic image of the characters in the mind’s eye. Two examples early in the book are –

“He wore the dark blue pin-striped suit, brocade vest, and stiff hat of a retired magistrate.  He had the arrogant mustache of a musketeer, abundant blue-black hair with romantic waves, a harpist’s hands with the widower’s wedding band on the left ring finger, and joyful eyes.” (Bon Voyage, Mr President)

“She was beautiful and lithe, with soft skin the color of bread and eyes like green almonds, and she had straight black hair that reached to her shoulders and an aura of antiquity that could just as well have been Indonesian as Andean.  She was dressed with subtle taste: a lynx jacket, a raw silk blouse with very delicate flowers, natural linen trousers, and shoes with narrow stripe the color of bougainvillea”(Sleeping Beauty and the Airplane)

 

Two of us read the collection starting at the back. The last two stories are among the most effective in casting their spell over the reader. The Trail of Your Blood in the Snow (first published in Playboy in 1993) is the story of a beautiful young couple embarking on a lavish honeymoon after a three month courtship. Clearly this should be the beginning of an idyllic life together; Marquez subverts this and to strong effect. Light is like Water is the penultimate in the collection. Very short – the ideal taster if you want to get a sample of typical Marquez writing. A house guest has said to two young boys “Light is like water, you turn the tap and out it comes.” In 5 pages the author explores what might happen if this were true.

The last word should go to The New York Times which neatly sums up the collection like this –

These tales knit together Mr. Garcia Marquez’s natural storytelling talents with his highly tuned radar for images that bridge the world of reality and the world of dreams. Gracefully written as these stories are, they lack the emotional depth of field found in Mr. Garcia Marquez’s novels. They leave the reader beguiled, but hungry for something more

 

 

 

The Gustav Sonata gets Switzerland right, beautifully

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Following on from our lively discussion last night here is a review which really captures the Swiss background to the plot. While several of us loved the book there were others with reservations particularly about the Hollywood ending.

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When I heard Rose Tremain’s new book, The Gustav Sonata, was set in Switzerland, I could not wait to get my hands on it. Knowing she had a particular gift for evoking time and place, I had to see what she would do with the challenging setting of Switzerland during the Second World War.

From the first page, I was struck by how exquisite this novel is. Tremain delivers on all three fronts – story, characters and writing. The first of three parts is written from the point of view of the protagonist, Gustav, as a boy. I wanted to rush in and rescue this darling child. The middle part shows us how his ill-fated parents met each other and drifted towards their ruin. The third ‘movement’ brings us close to the present day, where we meet Gustav again in late middle age, the proprietor of a hotel and lonely heart.

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Selected Poems by Edwin Muir

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We had another very satisfying poetry evening reading Edwin Muir using his Selected Poems (published 1965) edited and with a preface by T S Eliot.  Here is a passage from the preface which Ruth read to us at the start of the session and which very much bears repeating

“All my correspondence files indicate, it was only in the last years of Edwin Muir’s life, when he brought his later poems to me for publication, that I saw much of him, and I cannot say that I ever came to know him really intimately….his personality made a deep impression upon me (for) one very rare and precious quality…..complete integrity…..I stress this unmistakable integrity because I came to recognize it in Edwin Muir’s work as well as in the man himself”

Muir’s understanding of civic unravelling in the absence of integrity is an element in The Good Town  (P.68) – a morality tale of the downfall of a city once “Good men are made evil” and “Straight minds grown crooked”

We were surprised at how relevant many of the poems are to our world today – there are two poems concerning refugees both taking the reader straight to the heart of the subject but never, as T S Eliot remarks, striving to convey a message. We looked at “The refugees born for a land unknown” (P.93)

I have fled through land and sea, blank land and sea,

Because my house is besieged by murderers

And I was wrecked in the ocean, crushed and swept,

Spilling salt angry tears on the salt waves……

How very prescient in the light of the current migrant crisis.

Margaret read The Child Dying (P.67) which we found very affecting. We reflected on the fact that the death of a child was very common in Muir’s early years. He himself lost 3 siblings soon after the family’s disastrous move to Glasgow.

Here is a much-quoted entry from Muir’s own (much-later) diaries which expresses the basic existential dilemma of his life

“I was born before the Industrial Revolution, and am now about two hundred years old. But I have skipped a hundred and fifty of them. I was really born in 1737, and till I was fourteen no time-accidents happened to me. Then in 1751 I set out from Orkney for Glasgow. When I arrived I found that it was not 1751, but 1901, and that a hundred and fifty years had been burned up in my two day’s journey. But I myself was still in 1751, and remained there for a long time. All my life since I have been trying to overhaul that invisible leeway. No wonder I am obsessed with Time.” (Extract from Diary 1937-39.)

Selected Poems also contains one of Muir’s most famous poems The Horses (P.85). Here is a very elegantly expressed piece by Robert Pinsky on the subject – “Of all the many pieces of writing spurred by the Cold War and the threat of nuclear apocalypse, and of the other kinds of 20th century apocalyptic writing, his poem “The Horses” may be the most effective, perhaps because it is the most calm and gentle. The plainness of the writing, the persuasive speech rhythms under the almost hidden iambic pulse, manifest immense art, culminating in a last line that could be incised in stone.”

And finally, although it is not in Selected Poems, we discussed “The Confirmation” *. Who can fail to be moved by a couple of opening lines like these?

Yes, yours, my love, is the right human face

I in my mind had waited for this long…

There are rather a lot of quotations in this post. The aim is to illuminate thoughts from the evening’s discussion and curate some of the erudite published comment on Muir’s work. Hope it succeeds – do let us know in the comments.

 

*Yes, yours, my love, is the right human face,
I in my mind had waited for this long,
Seeing the false and searching for the true,
Then found you as a traveller finds a place
Of welcome suddenly amid the wrong
Valleys and rocks and twisting roads. But you,
What shall I call you? A fountain in a waste,
A well of water in a country dry,
Or anything that’s honest and good, an eye
That makes the whole world bright. Your open heart,
Simple with giving, gives the primal deed,
The first good world, the blossom, the blowing seed,
The hearth, the steadfast land, the wandering sea.
Not beautiful or rare in every part.
But like yourself, as they were meant to be.

 

 

Mothering Sunday by Graham Swift

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Interestingly in this digital age, most of us read from the hardback version with the Modigliani cover, a visual delight to savour before opening – it made us appreciate the tactile experience of reading from a book rather than a Kindle or an e-reader.

Mothering Sunday opens with an account of events on March 30 1924 which was as the title suggests Mother’s Day. At that time domestic staff traditionally had this day off to visit their mothers.

The book has an arresting opening line which stops you in your tracks

once upon a time, before the boys were killed and when there were more horses than cars ….

leaving the reader in no doubt when the action was taking place.  We are soon witnesses to the exchanges of a post-coital couple and the nuances of class distinction so acutely observed give a faint sense of foreboding. Swift is an elegant writer,  and minutiae, that in other hands might seem irrelevant, are accorded their proper due by him  “she would never erase, even when she was ninety, her inner curtsey” The main character is an orphaned maid called Jane Fairchild, the object of a spoilt young man’s fancy but she is no victim.  She enjoys his attentions, knows herself to be his intellectual superior yet accepts her lot uncomplainingly. She has an astonishing willingness to do what she’s told yet she can kick over the traces as the opening incident shows.

It is a book about emotional restraint – the parents grieving the deaths of their sons in WW1 are remarkably self-contained as is Jane herself on receiving bad news. There are no outpourings of emotion anywhere yet it is emotionally truthful throughout – the portrait of the maid is entirely believable.

The author is particularly adept in two areas. Firstly, this is a non-linear narrative, interleaved with descriptions of the day is an account of Jane’s later life told as though she had written it herself by recollection. Swift’s ability to write smooth transitions backwards and forwards across time is exceptional – the reader always knows where they are.

Secondly, Swift makes their 1920’s outlook wholly understandable even though life as we know it today is very different. He doesn’t imbue his characters with a 21st century mindset although, as we read here and now in 2017, it’s a fascinating social comment about the society of the day, particularly what the servants knew about the most private of matters and how discreet they were.

It is also a book about literary consolation and there is so much needing to be consoled in 1924.  When tragedy strikes, Jane turns to reading – several members of the group considered revisiting the work of Conrad which provided her with such solace.

“People read books didn’t they to get away from themselves, to escape the trouble of their lives?”

And why do people write books ? well, the author has an interesting digression about the nature of storytelling at the very end of the novel

It was about being true to the very stuff of life ….

Other than some reservations about the description of Jane’s later life (it was felt by some that details were a little sparse here) we were in general agreement that we loved this book for its brevity and found it an absorbing read. A great way to start our spring reading. Many thanks to Margaret for choosing it.

 

His Bloody Project by Graeme Macrae Burnet

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We had an excellent evening last night discussing His Bloody Project and having found this very comprehensive review am reblogging it for everyone’s enjoyment. It should be said that not everybody enjoyed it (the book that is)

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his-bloody-projectHis Bloody Project by Graeme Macrae Burnet is one of the biggest surprises of this year’s literary prize season. Published by small Scottish imprint Contraband, it’s turned out to be the dark horse of the Man Booker shortlist with its sales apparently outstripping its fellow nominees.

Although set in 1869, the novel’s premise is one that holds modern resonances. A sort of equivalent of the “found footage” trend in film-making, His Bloody Project purports to be “Documents relating to the case of Roderick Macrae”. The eagle-eyed among you will have noticed the name Macrae there: our author claims that he has stumbled across these documents while researching his ancestors. Roderick – Roddy – was in his late teens when he brutally murdered three people in his small Highland village. That he committed the crimes was never in dispute because he admitted it freely and immediately. What was under question is…

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Sandlands by Rosy Thornton

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Sandlands by Rosy Thornton was our chosen book for this week.  A mixed bunch of stories set in Suffolk  – all well-written and interesting for their plot variety.

The collection starts off well with The White Doe – a strange tale of the narrator’s mother’s funeral and her own bereavement and the point of release when she can really succumb to her grief. Is this an example of British Magical Realism? High House too was an interesting story of how a retired flood risk engineer gently educates his elderly cleaning lady about the encroachment of the sea and the coming of climate change.  We were in two minds as to whether the characters’ verbal mannerisms worked, but felt on balance that they did.

There’s a recurring theme of single women abandoned by the father of their child once pregnant.  In The Level Crossing, Rosy Thornton neatly captures the cowardice of the errant father

“Matt won’t be coming back. I saw his eyes, that night when I told him – the eyes of the quarry, the wounded fox, already seeing other walls, another bed. ‘I need time,’ he said as he climbed on his motorbike, but the weeks have stretched to months have shown that it wasn’t time he needed after all.  I gave him time – or, rather, I gave him space, and he clutched it between us like the buffering fog.”

Two of the longer stories are two of the best.  The author is very good at developing a theme and then presenting it in a nutshell with some nice, succinct writing.   Nightingale’s Return is a dual narrative of a son visiting a Suffolk farm where his father had been a prisoner of war.  Some lovely observations of the natural world in both England and Italy and a very insightful reminiscence of changes in relationship when offspring become their parent’s carer (P 82).  Whispers is about an academic with writer’s block and has some very pertinent reflections on academic life.  “The library had a quality like no other place, a paradoxical power to make the reader feel himself subsumed into the greater body of collective intellectual endeavour and at the same time secluded, cut off from the world.” (P120)

On the downside we are sometimes given a huge amount of detail particularly on the natural world – for example in Curlew Call there is a discussion on the difference between curlew and avocet beaks.  This level of minutiae can interrupt the narrative flow. That said, the solace of the natural world in times of grief is very evident – rather similar as in Helen MacDonald’s H for Hawk, though of course in this case we are reading fiction.

So overall, well worth a read for a clear sense of place and some crisp observations.