The worst for me (as a south Londoner) is "sarf London". WTF is "sarf"?
If you are a south Londoner, then of course you pronounce it "sahf". There's no r in there!
Hope you are feeling better Piggy and welcome to the new thread members.
62. Little House in the Big Woods, Laura Ingalls Wilder
Trip down memory lane after enjoying Prairie Fires. Found this charming, atmospheric and full of fascinating period detail. It made me think a lot about how we deal with works of art that contain outdated or problematic attitudes but also a lot of wonderful things.
There were no houses. There were no roads. There were no people. There were only trees and the wild animals who had their homes in them,
Such a beautifully atmospheric paragraph and yet so deeply flawed. Personally I tend to think keep the books, keep the statues, but elevate other voices, other stories, so that there's no one narrative - but I'm not the one being hurt, so maybe easy for me to to say.
63. Five Rivers Met on a Wooded Plain, Barney Norris
Modern novel set in Salisbury; a spiritual/historic introduction considers the fact that human beings have created sites of worship in this area for thousands of years.
There exists in all of us a song waiting to be sung which is as heart-stopping and vertiginous as the peak of the cathedral. That is the meaning of this quiet city, where the spire soars into the blue, where rivers and stories weave into one another, where lives intertwine.
Each chapter of this book concerns one of five characters, whose stories touch lightly on one another's. I found some of them more successful than others - I was really touched by a woman trying to say goodbye to her estranged adult son the day before the trial that she expects to end in her imprisonment, and by the tongue-tied teenage boy who knows his father is dying and can't find the words to talk to him about it. These were the first two stories and unfortunately I found I was less interested by the later ones, so my early enthusiasm for the book didn't last to the end.
64. Persons Unknown, Susie Steiner
Good old police procedural, second in the Manon Bradshaw series. Manon is grumpy, clever, and very human - I like her a lot. In this second novel, she has moved her adopted son, Fly, away from the London district where he grew up, to small-town Cambridgeshire, where he is struggling. When a wealthy Londoner is stabbed in a local park, Fly is caught up in the investigation. I wouldn't exactly say that Steiner's touch is light when it comes to matters of gender, race and class - she lays it on with a trowel at times - but (as I think I've said before) her realism and humanity are a welcome antidote to the clumsy snobbery that you get with Susan Hill.
65. The 99% Invisible City: a Field Guide to the Hidden World of Everyday Design, Roman Mars
Short chapters about many of the little things you can spot in cities every day and may never have thought about - fonts on signs, patterns on emergency vehicles, the design of the central reservation on a dual carriageway, the tricks of planting and design that affect the ways that we mentally "zone" our space. I love the 99pi podcast and found this book very interesting - I wish it had been a little less US-centric and would love to find a British equivalent (he does talk about some UK cities but only really if they share characteristics with American ones).
66. And Then There Were None, Agatha Christie
Classic murder mystery which launched many imitations over the years. Ten strangers arrive at a glamorous, isolated house on an island off the Devon coast, each believing that they have been invited either by an acquaintance or a prospective employer. They find their host absent, and the mood soon turns dark as the guests start to die one by one, while escape to the mainland is cut off by bad weather. I don't read a lot of Christie and this impressed me - the tone is light, full of every day details, but uncanny, constantly tense, and it had a satisfying ending.