April books

May. 6th, 2018 11:13 am
callmemadam: (reading)


Coming Home to the Comfort Food Café, Debbie Johnson
Murder isn’t Easy, Richard Hull
Birds, Beasts and Relatives, Gerald Durrell
The Garden of the Gods, Gerald Durrell
The Durrells of Corfu , Michael Haag
A Month in the Country, J L Carr
The Lost Letters of William Woolf, Helen Cullen
In Farleigh Field: A novel of World War 11, Rhys Bowen
The Silver Music Box, (Silver Music Book Series Book 1) Mina Baites
Old Baggage , Lissa Evans
The Woman in White , Wilkie Collins
Crooked Heart, Lissa Evans
The Only Story, Julian Barnes
opinions )

April books

May. 1st, 2017 11:32 am
callmemadam: (gertrude)


Not much of a Mayday outside, so I thought I might as well stay indoors and write up my recent reading.
Decline and Fall, Evelyn Waugh
The State of Grace , Rachael Lucas
A Very English Scandal , John Preston
Sidney Chambers and the Persistence of Love , James Runcie
The Fledgeling , Frances Faviell
The House on the Rhine, Frances Faviell
Crooked House, Agatha Christie
A Harp in Lowndes Square, Rachel Ferguson, abandoned
My Family and other Animals, Gerald Durrell
The Durrells of Corfu , Michael Haag
Golden Hill, Francis Spufford. ‘A Tale of Old New York’.
Thin Air, Sue Gee
reviews )
callmemadam: (reading)


This book has been published to coincide with the start of the new series of The Durrells on ITV. I’ll say nothing about the programme. If you watched it with your critical hat on, you’d spend the whole time tutting, ‘Tsk! It wasn’t like that at all!’ So it’s better just to sit back and enjoy the scenery.

Much of The Durrells of Corfu is, unsurprisingly, about the time the family spent on Corfu. It’s very dependent on Gerald Durrell’s My Family and Other Animals, while pointing out discrepancies between Gerry’s account and the facts. But the Durrells spent only a few idyllic years of their long lives on Corfu. What happened before and afterwards? This is where Haag’s book is so interesting. Louisa Durrell was born in India and knew no other life, yet when her husband died young she upped sticks and moved ‘home’, first to London and then Bournemouth. The children were rarely living in the same place together for long and Gerry, by far the youngest child, lived alone with his mother for much of the time. Imagine her loneliness! No wonder she took to drink.

Even more interesting is ‘what happened next’. The only members of the family to make a real success of life were the eldest, Larry (author of The Alexandria Quartet), and Gerry. It’s ironic that we read in MFAOA of Larry carrying on about his ‘deathless prose’ and the difficulties of writing in the midst of a menagerie, yet it was Gerry, the boy who had no formal education after he was nine, who wrote the best sellers. He was only able to develop the way he did thanks to Larry and the remarkable Theodore Stephanides. Larry wrote for the love of writing, Gerry solely to raise money for his animal hunting expeditions. I re-read My Family and Other Animals immediately before reading Haag’s book and was reminded that it’s pretty well perfect. The way Gerald was able to twist the facts just enough to make a funny and beautiful story out of what was a risky venture into the unknown, is masterly. Yet he was virtually uneducated except in natural history.

This is a short book. It arrived one evening and I finished it the next. I opted for the paperback rather than the Kindle version because of the photographs and I recommend anyone else to do the same. There’s a lot of local interest for me because various family members lived in Bournemouth (not far from me) both before and after Corfu. The Durrells of Corfu is carefully researched yet reads as easily as a novel.
callmemadam: (tulip)
I’ve just read a review of a new book, The Durrells of Corfu by Michael Haag. The reviewer (Lewis Jones) writes about the various places the Durrell family lived before moving to Corfu and hit me with this:
in 1930 … the family moved to a basement flat in the Queen’s Hotel, Upper Norwood…In Larry’s novel The Black Book … the Queen’s Hotel is cunningly disguised as the Regina Hotel, a ‘tomb of masonry’, ‘crowded with ghosts’, and inhabited by prostitutes, perverts and degenerates.

Well! For a brief time in my teens, The Queen’s was my local. It was conveniently situated on the way home from church or youth club (not as proper as it sounds, heh) and was a regular hangout for a gang of us. It was built in 1854 for tourists wanting to visit the relocated Crystal Palace on Sydenham Hill. A few years ago, I found that it had become a hostel for asylum seekers, criticized for overcrowding and general poor conditions. Full circle? It was perfectly respectable when we went there, with never a hint of ghosts or degeneracy. A Google search suggests that it’s now gone up in the world and lost its apostrophe.



The book sounds fascinating, so much so that I’ve pre-ordered it.

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