Sorry that your summer has been so tough, Piggy.
Catching up on my holiday reading. I started off with some re-reads:
- In Ruins, by Christopher Woodward. I love the author's reflection on the poignancy of ruins, and how they have inspired artists through the centuries. He has a section on Sir John Soane's Museum, which I visited as I passed through London, hence the reread.
- The Thirty-Nine Steps, by John Buchan. I then headed up to Scotland, so read this to put me in the mood - it's mainly a giant game of hide and seek around the west of Scotland.
- Some Tame Gazelle, by Barbara Pym. Just for pleasure.
I started The Stand, by Stephen King but it wasn't the right book for the holiday (Lord bless the Kindle so we're not stuck with the books we thought would be right).
Instead I read:
76. Hungry, by Grace Dent
Like others on here, I enjoyed this account of her childhood, her family, and how she started on her career. Warmly and affectionately told. I identified with the complicated feelings around pulling away from your roots and still feeling the tug back.
77. Don't Tell Alfred, by Nancy Mitford
It was mentioned on here that this was a sequel to Love in a Cold Climate, which I hadn't realized. Nice to get glimpses of an older Uncle Matthew and Davey and of course the Bolter, although they only feature fleetingly. Interesting to see how 50s youth were so shocking to their 1930s parents, who had once shocked their own parents so much (not Fanny and Alfred themselves, but their contemporaries). It's not as good as Love in a Cold Climate and I'm not sure it stands up by itself, but I was sufficiently interested in it as a follow-up.
78. The Blessing, by Nancy Mitford
Young English woman marries French men and needs to learn to accept that he can't be fettered by dull English expectations of marital fidelity. This reads as Nancy talking herself into staying with her own French lover, who had no intention of being faithful to her. Again, it's more interesting in context than as a stand-alone work, although I did laugh at a ball scene where two newborn babies are potentially mixed up and the mothers, giggling, toss a coin for the prettier one.
79. Can Medicine Be Cured? by Seamus O'Mahoney
Irascible consultant at the end of his career sets out his views on everything that's gone wrong with the profession, from the uselessness of most medical research to protocols that fetter clinical judgement to managerialism and consumerism. This won't be everyone's idea of holiday reading, but part of me wishes that I had opted for a medical career and it gives me perspective to realize the frustrations of this profession.
80. I Leap over the Wall, by Monica Baldwin
Fellow lovers of nun lit, I bring you tidings of joy! This is a memoir by a woman who joined a strict order of Catholic nuns in 1914, emerging into the very different world of 1942. I enjoyed her account of how she flounders around trying to make sense of a changed society and do meaningful war work while feeling entirely ill-equipped for this new life.
81. Three Rooms, Jo Hamya
A recent release. A young woman meanders around Oxford and London, brooding on the fact that postgraduate degrees in English Lit don't allow you to buy property in expensive areas in your twenties. I think the author was aiming for something like A Room of One's Own, but she didn't manage to universalise the injustice in the way that Woolf did, and it came across as petulant rather than powerful. I'm sympathetic to the intergenerational unfairness of the property market (and the holder of financially unrewarding postgrad degrees myself), but the privileged young protagonist needs to do a bit more career research and stop feeling sorry for herself.