Life must be filled up

Our revels now are ended

2024-08-27T08:14:58Z

Hi all - this is Barbara's daughter Alice, also known as huskyteer.livejournal.com. I'm so sorry to have to tell you that my mum died on Thursday.

I'll write more in my own LJ soon, but I'm sure there are people worrying and wondering why she hasn't posted for a while, and I wanted to let you all know.

Thank you for being a wonderful online community of friends - for the support, for posting entertaining stories and lovely photos, for all the lively discussions, rants about the state of the world and occasional arguments.

If you have any questions or want to say something, message me through LJ or drop an email to alice@dryden.co.uk

If you can, give someone you love a hug today, or drop them a WhatsApp or something.

Cheers,

Alice

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Proof that we have dumbed down

2024-08-10T10:17:22Z

This morning, Amazon offered me AJP Taylor’s How Wars Begin for 99p. The two books in the set are transcripts of lectures he gave on television from 1977. You can watch some of these on YouTube, I found. A talking head, lecturing on history for half an hour with no autocue, props or film clips. Can you imagine this now? Of course not; far too élitist. This is depressing.

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July books

2024-08-04T08:40:49Z

The Gun, The Ship and The Pen, Linda Colley (2021)
Die Laughing Carola Dunn
Miss Granby’s Secret or The Bastard of Pinsk , Eleanor Farjeon
London Bridges, Jane Stevenson
The Marches, border walks with my father , Rory Stewart
From a Far and Lovely Country, Alexander McCall Smith
A Mourning Wedding, Carola Dunn
The Wintry Years, O Douglas
An Assassination on the Agenda, T E Kinsey 11th Lady Hardcastle
Fall of a Philanderer, Carola Dunn.
Quite a lot of Sherlock Holmes
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TV watch: The Composer behind the Moustache

2024-07-15T10:13:34Z

I was very disappointed yesterday evening to find that the 1952 film of The Importance of Being Earnest which I’d recorded, had been mysteriously swapped for a modern version which I didn’t like, in spite of Colin Firth, Rupert Everett, Judi Dench et al and deleted. This turned out to be a blessing in disguise. First, I watched the annual Schönbrunn Palace summer evening concert from Vienna. Beautiful setting, stunning lighting, The Vienna Philharmonic and a programme of popular classical music. It was very enjoyable. That was followed by The Composer behind the Moustache, about the composer Sir Karl Jenkins.

If you think you don’t know Sir Karl, just listen to Adiemus and you’ll find that you do. Like me, you probably didn’t know what he looks like. He claims that when the cameras picked out his hirsute phizzog at the King’s coronation, a wild rumour began that he was Meghan Markle in disguise. The programme traced his career from early days singing in a Welsh chapel to acclaimed composer. He studied for a B.Mus. while at the same time playing in a jazz band, which raised some eyebrows. He continued with jazz, then joined the avant garde jazz/rock group Soft Machine, one of my husband’s favourite bands when he was a student. What? I had absolutely no idea of this. He wrote music for advertisements and film scores. His great success came with The Armed Man: A Mass for Peace (2000), which has been performed all over the world. According to one commentator, the work died until the issue of the CD coincided with 9/11 and chimed with the way people were feeling. The Americans invited him over to conduct a performance for the tenth anniversary.

Rather wild and woolly-looking, modest, softly-spoken, he is still busy writing at eighty. This year, for the first time, music by him will be played at a Prom: Stravaganza, a saxophone concerto first performed by Jess Gillam last year. It was all rather humbling.

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Poor old-fashioned baby …

2024-07-13T08:14:51Z

Just heard The Eagles on the radio, which reminded me that, uncool though it is to admit it, I love them. Hard to choose but here’s one, live performance from 1977.

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Miss Granby’s Secret or The Bastard of Pinsk, Eleanor Farjeon

2024-07-10T09:22:57Z

Eleanor Farjeon is known today for her children’s books but she did write a few for adults. This one was apparently written in a bomb shelter during the blitz in 1940 and was published the following year. Set before and after the First World War, it’s the first Furrowed Middlebrow book to be published by the happily revived Dean Street Press and will be out on 5th August.

Miss Adeline Granby, Pamela’s great aunt Addie, has written forty-nine slightly shocking and very successful books and dies after starting her fiftieth. But, as Pamela says at the end, ‘what did she know?’ She seems to have been entirely innocent of the facts of life as shown by the title of her first, unpublished book, The Bastard of Pinsk, written when she was sixteen. She thinks a bastard is ‘a very noble Hero of Royal Blood’, which we later learn caused her trouble in real life.

The book starts with Addie’s death. Pamela and her parents are responsible for dealing with this and are amazed by the numbers of cards and floral tributes which flood in, especially an enormous tribute ‘from Stanislaw’, which Pammy’s mother considers quite unsuitable. Pamela is left Addie’s ‘old yellow trunk’, which contains diaries and the manuscript of The Bastard. It’s something of a shock to find the entire, ridiculous book printed here and my heart sank rather but it turns out to have clues to Addie’s life. It’s clear that Addie based what she called ‘my best book’ on events in her own life, which she turned into a kind of fairy tale. Was Stanislaw the love of Addie’s life? It seems so, as neither ever married. By a curious twist at the end, after Addie’s death, Pamela finds out who Stanislaw is. When Pamela (a thoroughly modern girl), had offered to explain the facts of life to Addie, her aunt declined. ‘Oh no, dear. It would inhibit me.’ By the end of the book, Pamela is still wondering just what Aunt Addie knew? A charming and unexpected book from Eleanor Farjeon.

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The Marches, border walks with my father, Rory Stewart

2024-07-08T12:52:30Z

The idea was that Rory Stewart would walk Hadrian’s Wall with his ninety-year-old father. His father didn’t last long on the walk and went home, from where he bombarded his son with emails and occasionally swooped down to meet him. They were trying to decide whether Hadrian’s Wall was a purely arbitrary line drawn across Britain. Was it to keep the ‘barbarians’ out or those south of the line in? No conclusions were drawn, although there are some interesting thoughts on the Romans.

Stewart then set out on a long, solo walk from his home in Cumbria to his father’s house in Scotland. This trip was obviously carefully planned and some of the apparently random meetings pre-arranged. He was often moving from one side of the border to the other and in what he calls ‘Middleland’, a border area which is distinct, neither Scotland nor England. This is an area whose early history consists mostly of slaughter. The romanticised ‘reivers’ were nothing but cattle thieves and murderers. I can’t think why anyone would want to celebrate such a past, yet they do. This is my own opinion; I have a great respect for Scottish achievements and no time at all for the romantic view of Scottish history, which is based largely on myth and lies.

The land Stewart was walking through was depopulated and in places the landscape was being ruined in the name of ecology. Some of the people he met seem to have been quite mad, while others talked a lot of sense. One thing is clear: central government has little idea what is going on in these former sheep farming communities. The walk over and ‘Daddy’ rather disappointed in the results, Stewart returned to work before being summoned home urgently. We are then treated to a detailed account of his father’s death, which I could have done without. Brian Stewart, distinguished and remarkable though he was, remains an enigma. ‘Dear sweet Daddy’? Such filial devotion is touching but I think the jury’s out on the man’s character. He was so contradictory: voted for Attlee in 1945 yet at ninety-three still defending the Empire as a good thing. In Stewart’s acknowledgements, he thanks someone for cutting 300 pages from the book. I thank them, too. Walking the borders is nothing like as interesting as walking in Afghanistan, as recounted in The Places In Between.

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Election results

2024-07-05T07:30:56Z

I certainly didn’t stay up to watch the results come in but I did glance at the exit polls before going to bed. They suggested that the Liberal Democrats were likely to win seats where they were second to the Conservatives, especially those which they lost in 2015. That’s exactly what has happened here. Annette Brooke was our Lib Dem MP for fourteen years until she retired and was made a dame. In 2015, the Conservative candidate won the seat. Now, he’s out and the Lib Dems are back. This is not at all surprising; it’s part of a long, long tradition of Liberalism (sic) in the South West of England.

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June books

2024-07-01T08:00:16Z

Occupational Hazards, My Time Governing in Iraq, Rory Stewart
142 Strand: A Radical Address in Victorian London, Rosemary Ashton
Daisy Dalrymple books by Carola Dunn
Murder on the Flying Scotsman
Damsel in Distress
Dead in the Water
Styx and Stones
Rattle his Bones
To Davy Jones Below
The Case of the Murdered Muckraker
Mistletoe and Murder
Murder in the Bookshop, Anita Davison
Currently reading
The Gun, The Ship and The Pen, Linda Colley (2021)
Die Laughing Carola Dunn,
Miss Granby’s Secret or The Bastard of Pinsk, Eleanor Graham
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TV (DVD) Watch: Brideshead Revisited (1981)

2024-06-30T10:07:18Z

It’s taken me a while, because I resisted the temptation to binge but I’ve now watched all eleven episodes of Brideshead and ended it in tears, which is why I chose a picture (on LJ) of an older, grimmer Charles Ryder with Julia as an illustration, rather than one of the happier Oxford scenes. When this series was first shown, I looked forward to each episode (can you imagine that today?) and I still found there’s not a second’s boredom in it. It was made by Granada and I suppose that now only Netflix can afford such lavish productions.

The book is subtitled ‘The sacred and profane memories of Captain Charles Ryder’ and hearing Jeremy Irons’ narration as Charles is one of the great pleasures of the series. All the characters are perfectly cast; I particularly like Simon Jones as Bridey. John Gielgud is perfect as Charles’ eccentric father (‘Johnny got the best part’ complained Olivier, who played Lord Marchmain). Nikcolas Grace is unforgettably OTT as rather tiresome Anthony Blanche and there as a delightful little cameo from Ronald Fraser. The production follows the story and dialogue of the book so closely that watching is almost as good as reading it.

There’s no point trying to summarise the book (it would take too long) and even less in trying to explain what I think Evelyn Waugh meant by it. In a later preface, he says that it should be seen as a memoir of the Second World War rather than of the twenties and thirties. Really, of course, it’s all about religion, which may be a problem for some readers, although the beauty of the prose should carry anyone along with it. I was young when I first read it (many reads since) and I thought then that Charles and Julia were mad to throw away their happiness because of Julia’s Catholic scruples. Now, I understand it better. What I will never understand, though, is the portrayal of Sebastian. Why a gilded youth should descend into hopeless alcoholism and then be regarded as a kind of saint, is beyond me. ‘You have to suffer to be holy’ says his loving sister Cordelia. If it were that simple, the world would be full of saints.

In spite of the apparent bleakness of the ending, the book and TV series have some very funny scenes.

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A couple of non-fiction books

2024-06-24T07:37:47Z

Occupational Hazards, My Time Governing in Iraq, Rory Stewart
142 Strand: A Radical Address in Victorian London Rosemary Ashton

After the fall of Saddam, Rory Stewart was appointed governor of a large province in Iraq. In theory, he was temporary ruler of millions of people and had millions of pounds to spend on rebuilding the infrastructure. In practice, he was coping with ancient tribal feuds, murder, torture, corruption, religious fundamentalism and general unrest. No matter how well intentioned the allies were, they would always be seen as infidel occupiers. Pylons were knocked down by tractors and the copper wire stripped and sold in Iran. Contractors supposed to build new schools and clinics were corrupt and theft rife. The Iraqis couldn’t agree with each other and Stewart had trouble getting them to elect the Council he wanted, to allow them to a certain extent to govern themselves.

In one particularly hair-raising incident, they got hold of a mortar and began firing into the allied compound, Stewart’s HQ. Italian troops stationed nearby promised help but did nothing because Berlusconi didn’t want bad news at home about dead Italian soldiers. Eventually, a single plane put the mortar out of action, which probably stopped the whole compound being destroyed and everyone in it killed. Blimey, it was like Gordon at Khartoum! Stewart was much praised for his leadership during this crisis. One admires his idealism, courage, organisational skills and can-do attitude but the odds were against him and always, in the background, was the malign influence of Iran. What were we thinking? I can never forgive Tony Blair for this.
( the other one )

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Something new for me …

2024-06-23T17:56:38Z

was hearing an American commentate on cricket. This afternoon (UK time) England played America in the T20 World Cup in Barbados. We won by ten wickets, with great bowling from Adil Rashid and Chris Jordan and great batting from Jos Buttler, who hit five sixes in one over. Considering their lack of fixtures and resources, America did really well to get to the Super 8s and especially well to have beaten Pakistan earlier. There were plenty of American fans in the crowd and their skipper hopes this will open American minds. So watch out, you guys: cricket is coming!

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Film watch: A Man for All Seasons

2024-06-18T07:34:07Z

At the weekend, I watched A Man for All Seasons. Directed by Fred Zinnemann and scripted by Robert Bolt from his stage play, it won the Academy Award for Best Picture and an Oscar for Paul Scofield, who starred as Sir Thomas More. I probably hadn’t watched the film since it came out in 1966 yet I remembered whole scenes and even chunks of dialogue; it’s that good.

You can see More as a Catholic martyr, a man too principled to betray his beliefs or, as Hilary Mantel does in Wolf Hall, a persecutor of ‘heretics’. The standard work on the subject is R W Chambers’ 1935 biography. More’s son-in-law Will Roper wrote The Life of Sir Thomas More. These books are favourable to More. Peter Ackroyd’s biography was brilliant at evoking Tudor London but disappointing about More, with nothing new to say. It’s years since I studied this period, so I’m not up to date with current thinking on the subject.

The film opens with Cardinal Wolsey (Orson Welles, like a great red jelly), summoning More and saying, ‘The king wants an heir. What are you going to do about it?’ Ever the cautious lawyer, More replies that he’s sure the king needs no advice from him on the subject. Wolsey dies and More is appointed Chancellor in his place. HenryVIII has now convinced himself that he is incestuously married to his brother’s wife. The only person who can dissolve his marriage to poor Katherine of Aragon is the Pope. Henry decides to make himself head of the church in England, a break from Europe far more serious than Brexit. Those who matter, like More, are to swear an oath to this effect, which More refuses to do. Bolt’s Henry is desperate for More’s approval. The king’s ally in promoting the split from Rome is Thomas Cromwell, played by Leo McKern. The Duke of Norfolk (Nigel Davenport) tries to persuade More to sign, as he has done. More’s wife (wonderful Wendy Hiller) thinks he’s unreasonable. There’s great distress for his clever daughter (Susannah York) and her new husband, Will Roper (Corin Redgrave). It’s interesting to see Colin Blakely playing a small part as More’s steward and John Hurt in his first major screen role as ambitious Richard Rich, whom More distrusts and refuses to employ. And who is that beautiful woman who appears briefly (and silently) as Anne Boleyn? Vanessa Redgrave.
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May books

2024-05-31T07:38:17Z

Mrs Malory and a Time to Die, Hazel Holt
Laura’s Summer Ballet, Linda Smith (CP)
The Rising of the Larks, Cris Johnson (CP)
King Charles III, Robert Hardman
The Whitstable Pearl Mystery, Julie Wassmer
Betjeman, A N Wilson
Death at Wentwater Court, Carola Dunn
The Winter Garden Mystery, Carola Dunn.
The Diary of a Bookseller, Shaun Bythell
Deadly Game, Michael Caine. Abandoned
The Dog Park Detectives, Blake Mara. Abandoned
Requiem for a Mezzo, Carola Dunn
Currently reading: Occupational Hazards, Rory Stewart

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Betjeman, A N Wilson

2024-05-24T08:00:58Z

It’s a complete coincidence that I read this book during what I now know is the year of the fortieth anniversary of Betjeman’s death. Last week, BBC4 had a ‘Betjeman evening’, showing some old films and interviews. I’d already, while reading, watched my DVD of Metroland and found on YouTube his programme about parish churches in the diocese of Norwich. The part of Betjeman evening I did watch was an ancient Monitor programme about Betjeman and Philip Larkin. I found it contrived and unenlightening. Incidentally, if you ever see anything about Larkin on TV, it will include a clip from this programme of him going to work at the library. I must have seen that section about a dozen times. Betjeman and Larkin admired each other’s poetry because it was intelligible.

John Betjeman was born in 1906. Like his contemporary, Evelyn Waugh, he rather looked down on his own perfectly respectable middle-class family and came to enjoy the company (and the homes) of his social superiors. He was unhappy at Marlborough and left Oxford without a degree (largely due to his tutor, C S Lewis, who obviously didn’t like him). In spite of this, he was widely read and very knowledgeable about architecture for someone his age. His first proper job was writing for The Architectural Review, before being asked to edit the Shell guides to English counties. He married Penelope Chetwode and they had two children. Being highly susceptible, he was always falling in love but these crushes rarely developed into affairs until he met the aristocratic Elizabeth Cavendish, who became his mistress and later his carer, until he died. This Penelope/John/Elizabeth love triangle was never resolved. He had a great capacity for friendship and had a very wide circle of friends.

The longest-lasting friendship was probably with John Piper and his wife Myfanwy (Myfanwy of the poems). The two men went church crawling together and collaborated on the Shell guides. The Osbert Lancasters were also lifelong friends. Evelyn Waugh was always trying to convert him to Roman Catholicism and Betjeman was devastated when Penelope did convert because going to church and working in the parish at Uffington was something they shared, He remained a devout High Anglican (he said, Catholic, believing it to be the true catholic church). He managed to be friends with the Mitfords, Philip Larkin, Kingsley Amis, the younger generation of Auberon Waugh and Richard Ingrams and even Princess Margaret. How did he do it? ‘Blinding charm’, according to ‘Debo’, the late dowager Duchess of Devonshire.
( in which I go on a bit )

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April books

2024-05-02T13:34:14Z

Love and Marriage in the Age of Jane Austen, Rory Muir
Superfluous Death, Hazel Holt
Death of a Dean, Hazel Holt
Devon Venture. Catherine Bell (Seagull)
Black Forest Summer, Mabel Esther Allan (CP)
The Fatal Legacy, Hazel Holt
Seeds of Murder, Rosie Sandler
Murder Takes Root Rosie Sandler
The Secret of Grange Farm, Frances Cowen (CP)
The Secret of the Loch, Frances Cowen. (CP)
Delay of Execution, Hazel Holt
Trailblazer, Jane Robinson.
The Picture House Murders, Fiona Veitch Smith
A Death in the Family, Hazel Holt
Chester House Wins Through, Irene Smith (CP)
The Pantomime Murders, Fiona Veitch Smith
A Matter of Clues, Monica Marsden (CP)
Currently reading: Mrs Malory and a Time to Die, Hazel Holt
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The flowers that bloom in the spring, tra-la or, not gardening

2024-04-07T10:17:28Z

You can’t glance at a newspaper or switch on the radio at the moment without some cheery soul telling you that spring is here and All’s right with the world! I don’t know about the cruellest month but April should certainly be one of the busiest months of the year in the garden. If only. As storm follows storm, it’s either pouring with rain or blowing a gale. The bottom of my drive had been flooded for ages, there is standing water in parts of the garden and water is still running down the road. Apparently, this is the wettest it’s been since 1836.

I’m under strict instructions not to do more than fifteen minutes’ work in the garden at a time, which is nothing, so I’ve had to develop a new strategy of ‘little and often’. Often is the problem, see weather. The other day I did a few small jobs then saw some annoying grass in the border at the front of the house. As I forked up the clumps, I found that the soil there was actually liquid, about the consistency of a Christmas pudding mix. I’ve never seen anything like it. I feel sorry for owners of garden centres and nurseries because who is going to buy plants they can’t get in the ground? Watch out for bargains later.

The great joys of spring in my garden are the daffodils (nearly over) and the primroses (my favourite flower) which grow like weeds absolutely everywhere. I especially love them at dusk, when they seem to glow.

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March books

2024-04-02T10:23:18Z

Have his Carcase, Dorothy L Sayers
Tales from a Village School, Miss Read
Gaudy Night, DLS
Busman’s Honeymoon, DLS
Village School, Miss Read
The Fine Art of Uncanny Prediction, Robert Goddard
The Quiet Side of Passion (Isabel Dalhousie 18) Alexander McCall Smith
The Trial, Rob Rinder
You Are Here, David Nicholls
The Hidden Years, Rachel Hore
The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole, Sue Townsend
Gone Away, Hazel Holt
Jill at Hazelmere, Valerie Hastings
Jill Investigates, Valerie Hastings
The Cruellest Month, Hazel Holt
Just like You, Nick Hornby
Adventure at Brackendale Linda Peters
Currently reading: Love and Marriage in the Age of Jane Austen, Rory Muir
( the books )

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The Phantom Bin Filler

2024-03-13T15:43:24Z

Earlier this week, I went to put something in what I thought was my empty recycling bin. I found a lot of empty Strongbow cans in there. I’ve just been to put the bin out and had a few more items to put in it. I found a load more cider cans, neatly tied up in a plastic bag (you’re not supposed to put bags in this bin). I hate the thought that someone has been coming into my garden at night and putting stuff in my bin. I’ve reported it to the police online. It may not be a crime but is a social nuisance and a worry. Fuming. This is such a respectable area!

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Film watch: Zulu

2024-03-03T09:18:44Z

My DVD player and recorder broke and had to be replaced. I’m trying to rebuild my film library and have already bagged The Red Shoes, Roman Holiday, The Browning Version (Michael Redgrave) and The Third Man. Yesterday evening I watched Zulu, which I’d recorded because it was so long since I’d seen it. The film was made in 1964 to commemorate the heroic defence of Rorke’s Drift in 1879. Oh deary me. I found a little Zulu chanting and dancing goes a very long way. It’s also quite unrealistic, more like cowboys and indians than a genuine battle. Still a good film in its way but I deleted it as I’m unlikely to watch it again.

It's interesting, as the opening credits roll, to see: ‘and introducing Michael Caine’. The film is packed with famous actors, yet whenever new boy Michael Caine is on screen, you can’t take your eyes off him. That’s what’s called star quality; you have it or you don’t and he had it in spades. There’s a family legend that one of my ancestors had ‘a Zulu spear in his foot’, or so my father always said. I’ve no idea whether this story is true nor, if it is, when and where it happened.

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February books

2024-03-01T14:44:24Z

Guy Harford Mysteries
The Secret Hours, Mick Herron
Mrs Pringle, Miss Read
Close to Death, Anthony Horowitz
The School at Thrush Green, Miss Read
Village Affairs, Miss Read
Dead and Gone to Devon, T P Fielden
Agatha Raisin: Devil’s Delight, M C Beaton but actually her friend R W Green
Changes at Fairacre, Miss Read
Strong Poison, Dorothy L Sayers
Murder Must Advertise, Dorothy L Sayers
BFI Film Classics: I Know Where I’m Going!, Pam Cook
( the books )

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TV Watch: Dickens in Italy, Sky Arts

2024-02-28T14:39:31Z

After my understandably bad-tempered day yesterday, I was able to relax for a couple of hours in the evening touring Italy in the agreeable company of actor David Harewood. While revering Shakespeare, Harewood had always thought of Dickens as ‘an author I wouldn’t like’, until a copy of Pictures of Italy ‘landed on my desk’. (How did that happen? one wonders rather cynically.) People think of Dickens as forever tramping the mean streets of London at night or playing the country gentleman at Gad’s Hill but he spent a surprising amount of time abroad. His visit to Italy took place in 1844, between the publication of Martin Chuzzlewit and Dombey and Son. This was before the Risorgimento, when Italy was still divided into separate states and kingdoms. Dickens had met Mazzini, in exile in London, and was all in favour of unification and modernisation.
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The Guy Harford Mysteries by T P Fielden

2024-02-18T08:57:59Z

Stealing the Crown
Burying the Crown
Betraying the Crown

I read these three books one after another, which suggests I enjoyed them. What I didn’t bother to read on Amazon and didn’t see until finishing the first book was this:
‘TP Fielden is the fiction-writing name of the acclaimed royal biographer and commentator Christopher Wilson, who has penned biographies of Charles, Camilla, Diana and other members of the British royal family.’
I’ve never heard of Christopher Wilson or his royal biographies and if I’d read this earlier, I might not have bothered with the books, which would have been a shame.

Britain in wartime. Guy Harford is a painter living in Tangier when he gets involved in a diplomatic fracas, is made a scapegoat and bundled off home, leaving everything behind. He’s given a job in the Foreign Office and a flatmate, the enigmatic Rupert. Then Guy is seconded to Buckingham Palace, where his main job is to ensure that no whiff of scandal ever gets out about their majesties and the princesses. We know very little about Guy. He is tall, handsome, charming, has nice manners. We only know this because other people say so. He's a chap with the kind of aunt who leaves him a house in Tangier, all of which marks him as a member of the English upper middle class. As for who his parents were (are?) or what school he went to, they are mysteries and these things matter in the circles he now moves in.
( the mysteries )

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Handel

2024-02-05T18:51:57Z

I haven't heard Zadok the Priest performed quite like this before and I think it's great. 'Les Arts Florissants et les élèves du département Historical Performance de la Juilliard School 415 de New York interprètent Zadok the Priest HWV 258 de Haendel sous la direction de William Christie. En direct de la Grande Salle Pierre Boulez de la Philharmonie de Paris.'

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January books

2024-02-03T10:56:05Z

Moonflower Murders, Anthony Horowitz
No Holly for Miss Quinn, Miss Read
The Honour of the House, E M Channon
Charm’s Last Chance, Irene Mossop
Christine of the Fourth, W W Eastways
Over the Gate, Miss Read
Judy, Patrol Leader, Dorothea Moore
Tension, E M Delafield BLWW
Politics on the Edge, Rory Stewart
Early Days, Miss Read
Alice in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll
The Wedding Dress Repair Shop, Trisha Ashley
Kristie at College, Mildred Benson
Tyler’s Row, Miss Read
( the books )

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