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Last summer, my car radio died. Actually it remains dead but for obvious reasons, I'm not doing many long car journeys right now. Anyway, I dealt with
Last summer, my car radio died. Actually it remains dead but for obvious reasons, I'm not doing many long car journeys right now. Anyway, I dealt with the issue by air-playing Harry Potter books instead with the restful tones of Stephen Fry as our travel companion. Then I started thinking about my Greek Mythology Challenge and the adverts for Stephen Fry's mythology books started cropping up on bus shelters along my walk to work. While I've always found Fry's avuncular persona mildly grating (I vastly prefer QI now it's presented by Sandi Toksvig), I felt like I should give Mythos a try. I was hoping for a fun refresher on ancient Greek mythology. What I got was something which left me with very complicated thoughts. Mythos sets out to cover the age of the Gods while Fry's other book Heroes deals with the mythology centred around the human race. I think I was hoping for something running along similar lines to Roger Lancelyn Green's Tales of the Greek Heroes, which was the book that first made me fall in love with Greek mythology nearly a quarter of a century ago. Subtitled 'The Greek Myths Retold', I thought that Stephen Fry would offer a fresh perspective. Instead, Mythos felt derivative and patronising, relying on a heavy helping of sexual innuendo to appear relevant. Reflecting on the experience, I recognised that the main emotion that I felt as I tried to slog my way through Mythos was ... irritation. It irritated me to hear Fry simplify the myths that I had found so mesmerising as a child, reducing them to pap, as if there was no other way for the proletariat to comprehend them. It irritated me that all of Fry's versions of the Greek gods and goddesses sounded just like him. It irritated me to hear him make tenuous analogies to the modern world, seeming more like a Sunday School teacher trying desperately to appear hip than an author breaking new ground. Given how much gossamer-thin Sunday School allegories have tended to put my back up over the years, that last one should probably count for double. But I also felt irritated about how sordid the whole thing was. The emphasis on the sexual escapades, particularly the incest, felt excessively prurient and definitely hampered my enjoyment of the book. I will admit that I can be prudish in some areas but it's not that I object to sex in literature when it's well done but Mythos just seemed ... icky. It also struck me as a really odd direction for Fry to take his book in since it seems to be intended as an introduction to Greek mythology. Fry's patronising style seems to indicate that he is writing for children but there is no way I would ever recommend this for younger readers. Who exactly is this book supposed to be for? More than anything, Mythos reminded me very strongly that classical mythology is a playground for the upper classes. This is a book written by a 'posh' man who wears his upper class gravitas as a badge of distinction and said book unsurprisingly has the strong odour of boys' public school. Outside of the private or public sector, Greek mythology is usually covered for about a term in primary school and that is all. For me, it was when I was nine. Because I happened to find it interesting, I read a lot around the subject and carried on doing so. But when I got to university, I discovered that a true classical education was something quite different. I remember a classmate expressing surprise in a tutorial when I identified a mythological character given that I was 'from a state school'. At around the same time, an old schoolfriend blogged about feeling humiliated in a tutorial when she had not recognised another student's classical reference. The situation was made more awkward when said student apologised, saying to her, 'I forgot you haven't had the same advantages as us'. Many years later, I worked for an Oxford college and was privy to the financial details around scholarships made available to students hoping to study classics. There were also prizes available for spoken classical competitions. These are all opportunities which are borderline impossible to access if your classical education lasts around eight weeks, grinding to a halt before you turn twelve. All of this got me thinking. I started my Greek Mythology Challenge because I had always had the vague idea that I enjoyed Greek myths and I had quite a few retellings in my Netgalley Shelf which were awaiting review. I would say that I have a reasonable background knowledge even if my Latin is non-existent. What I have enjoyed has been the books which spun these ancient stories and shone a different light. The Silence of the Girls hit hard on what happened to the women of the Trojan War. Til We Have Faces made me think about faith. Ali Smith's fabulous Girl Meets Boy made me consider how classical mythology continues to hang over our attitudes to sexuality. By contrast, Fry never brings any kind of innovative perspective. He never questions any of the obvious sexual abuse, his depiction of the female characters is consistently condescending - this is the Greek myths 'retrodden' rather than 'retold'. Fry wafts in with a lofty tone of 'oh it's not as tricky as you'd think' and that is all. Indeed, what I truly bridled against with Mythos was that supercilious aura, that sense that Fry was bringing Greek mythology to the masses. That he was charitably sharing the benefits of a classical education with the great unwashed. An unkind quotation has long lingered around Stephen Fry, that he is 'a stupid person's idea of an intelligent person'. While I would not go so far as to agree with it entirely, I do recognise the truth at which the statement strikes. The trouble with a classical education is that people naively assume that if you have one, you actually are well-educated. Our current Prime Minister trots out his classical references too yet this is by no means an indication that he is suited to the office which he holds. An awareness of Greek mythology is a stupid person's idea of cleverness. Mythos reinforces the stereotypes which make classical mythology appear inaccessible to the general public, something which I am sure was contrary to Fry's intentions. Indeed, in scrubbing away anything that might make the Greek myths seem too complicated, Fry also managed to sponge them clean of their original magic and glamour. In contrast to other contemporary authors' takes on Greek mythology, Mythos is noticeably out of step. It feels like an attempt to gate-keep and really, we should be past that by now. More philanthropic endeavour than genuine readable book, Mythos was definitely a miss for me. ...more |
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For my full review: https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... For such a long time, C.S. Lewis was just the Narnia man in my eyes. I was vaguely aware o For my full review: https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... For such a long time, C.S. Lewis was just the Narnia man in my eyes. I was vaguely aware of his life story through the film Shadowlands but even that seemed to confirm him as a sort of kindly naturally avuncular figure. It's only over the past few years that I have started to discover Lewis' non-wardrobe related writing. Reading Alister McGrath's C S Lewis: A Life was a rather eye-opening experience, revealing aspects of Lewis' life that I would never have suspected. Indeed, it was that book which first pointed me towards Till We Have Faces, Lewis' version of the Cupid and Psyche myth, a story which he wrestled with for over three decades. I can understand the feeling; I finished the book several weeks ago and the story has continued to roll round in my mind. Of all Lewis' musings on faith, this feels his most profound. For the unfamiliar, the Cupid-Psyche myth is close cousin to Beauty and the Beast and Cinderella, centring around a young girl called Psyche whose beauty angers Aphrodite. Through circumstance, Aphrodite's son Eros accidentally falls in love with her and takes her to live in his palace while he remains invisible. Despite not seeing his face, Psyche falls in love with him and the two are very happy. Over time, Psyche falls pregnant and asks to be allowed to have her sisters visit. When these two see in what splendour their sister is now living, they are jealous and persuade her to try and spy on her new invisible husband to discover more. Psyche is caught and is thrown out of the palace, only earning her way back into her husband's affection through a series of trials. Or at least, that is one version of the story. Lewis spins the myth on its head by making his protagonist Orual, one of Psyche's sisters. She is writing this book as her complaint against the gods. Orual was born ugly, possibly disfigured and although she is a princess of the country Glome, Orual's early life is hard after the death of her mother. She is not close with her younger sister Redival who is flighty and false. Their nurse Batta is unkind. There are two lights in Orual's life. One is her tutor, the Fox, a Greek slave captured through war. The other is her much younger sister Istra, later nicknamed Psyche, born from Orual's father's second marriage. Istra is beautiful and sweet and good but far from being jealous of her, Orual loves her as a daughter. When the priest of Ungit says that Psyche's great beauty is an insult to the goddess and she must be sacrificed, Orual fights desperately to prevent this. Far from being the agent of her sister's destruction, she portrays herself as Psyche's truest champion. Till We Have Faces follows the original story's plot in that when Orual goes up to where Psyche was sacrificed, expecting to find her adored sister's remains, she instead find her alive and well. But rather than being struck by the splendour that Psyche lives in, Orual cannot see the palace that Psyche claims to now inhabit. She believes that Psyche is either deceived or unhinged and furious and that she must be forced to confront the truth. Yet when she demands that Psyche confront her invisible husband, the relationship between the two abruptly sours. Many years later, Orual discovers that the story of what befell her sister has been told with her own role painted in a very different light. For me, the most surprising thing about Till We Have Faces is that the narrator is a woman. C.S. Lewis is not a writer known for his insight into the female mind. He is after all the man who banished Susan Pevensie from Narnia because she started wearing make-up. Even his Christian writing is peppered with observations about relationships between the sexes which do not exactly brim with empathy. He is at best paternalistic and at worst just insensitive. Here though, there is a distinct style shift. For the first time, female characters are treated as equals. Of course, it may be no coincidence that this is the book that Lewis wrote with his wife Joy Davidman. Orual is a thorny protagonist. She is consumed with self-loathing around her own appearance and riddled with insecurities. She is also deeply, dangerously possessive over those she loves - the Fox, Psyche and Bardia. Her love is all consuming - she devours and consumes them. Yet the reader cannot quite turn against her because when we look at Orual, we are looking at our own mirror image. It is no mean feat to love someone completely selflessly. Orual tries to overcome her circumstances and as she wrestles with her narrative, we cannot help but sympathise. Till We Have Faces made me think about how hard it is to arrive at the truth of our own story. We may nod wisely that there are two sides to every story, but that fails to really capture the pain and confusion of what this can really mean. When communication breaks down, it can become impossible to disentangle what has really happened. It can be tempting to settle on the version that is kind, the one that you can live with, but sometimes another darker story peeks out. In Orual's story, her sister Redival is selfish and cruel. Yet years later, she hears that Redival was deeply hurt that their once close sibling relationship was completely cast aside after Psyche was born. Things are so rarely black and white. This is something that I have struggled with myself. The friendships that faded when I had wanted to keep them. The relationships that collapsed without me ever fully understanding why. The conundrum of family dynamics that are labyrinthine in complexity. We wear these masks to protect ourselves and yet they keep us from ever achieving connection. For all our communication, still we are blank to each other - what hope can we ever have of making sense of the divine? Amidst all of the human babble and our utter inability to speak plainly to one another, how can we expect to hear God speak to us? The truth of our souls will not come from our lips. Through Orual, Lewis explains how utterly impossible it is for us to understand God; When the time comes to you at which you will be forced at last to utter the speech which has lain at the center of your soul for years, which you have, all that time, idiot-like, been saying over and over, you'll not talk about the joy of words. I saw well why the gods do not speak to us openly, nor let us answer. Till that word can be dug out of us, why should they hear the babble that we think we mean? How can they meet us face to face till we have faces? I think of this because at this point in my life, my faith is a very different creature to what it was even when I started writing this site. Ugly rhetoric drew me away from the church. Yet even after years of non-attendance, I have felt the warmth of Christian love through the community support that I have encountered since becoming a parent. It has left me questioning my own disenchantment. As Orual tries to analyse the truth of her story, she mentally skims the fact that she had briefly glimpsed her sister's enchanted palace. She had pretended even to herself that the gods had given no sign. Again, this made me reflect. It is my personal habit to question myself if I am in a situation where I feel my integrity is in doubt. Did I do x or y? I try to make sure I always tell myself the truth. Yet memory can be such a quagmire that sometimes still I wonder. Till We Have Faces was a challenging read, reminding me yet again that to have faith is no easy thing. I think of my own belief as a flower clenched in my fist. I am aware that it is not getting the attention it needs but I am also not letting it go. Till We Have Faces seemed to capture something that I have always felt about my own relationship with God - it is not beautiful. Orual notices how the old lumpish statue of Ungit is worshipped more than the beautiful image of Aphrodite. So it has always been with me - I do not go for high church or ornate worship. The fancier the service, the further I tend to feel from God. It was fascinating that this book about the long faded gods of antiquity could stir up so many feelings about contemporary religion. Yet while these are personal reflections on belief, Till We Have Faces has a powerful message even for the atheist reader. It speaks of how we must face our own failings, of how we can be forgiven, that we all have many flaws and that it is those who are nearest to our hearts who are likely to see these in the greatest detail. Till We Have Faces warns us that the closer we cling to self-righteousness, the greater the hurt we do to ourselves but more importantly to those we love. ...more |
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My review went really long with this - for the full post see here: https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... Anyone else been watching Normal People? I' My review went really long with this - for the full post see here: https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... Anyone else been watching Normal People? I've been hooked. I read the book last year and it was the first time I got so caught up in a novel that I couldn't even wait for my son's nap-times. It's extremely rare for me to become as invested as this in what is, at first glance at least, a love story. But there's so much more to Normal People than that. For me, and surely for many other people, the story hits a nerve about the absolute agony of trying to conform socially, of trying to 'be normal', while also following your own heart and desires. It's about growing up. Hailed as one of the first truly great romances of the twenty-first century, this is One Day for the millennial generation. Warning, this review contains spoilers. The story opens in 2011 with its two leads Marianne Sheridan and Connell Waldron. They go to school together but ignore each other. In the afternoons, Connell's mother Loraine works as a cleaner at Marianne's house. The Sheridans are a privileged family while Connell's mother had him as a teenager and his father is unknown. Yet when Connell drives over to collect Loraine from work, the two young people come into closer contact. And closer. But with Connell a star of the school football team and Marianne a social outcast, they both conceal the connection and inevitably heartbreak ensues. Flash forward to a year later, they're both at Trinity College Dublin and the tables have turned. Marianne becomes a social butterfly and Connor struggles to find his feet. No matter how they are pulled in different directions, their paths continue to cross. Tracking the pair over four years, Normal People considers love and relationships through the lens of class, mental health, family, social media and the world around us. I had kind of hovered before picking this up. Sally Rooney is a writer who is really having her moment right now and whenever an author gets really zeitgeisty, I can get a bit contrary and refuse to go near them. I was buying picture books for the Astronaut and a had two books out of a 3 for 2 and picked this one as the third more or less on a whim. I found it utterly compelling. Also, although a lot of the wilder sexual exploits were foreign to me, the book left me feeling uncomfortably 'seen'. Like Marianne, I was very socially awkward in my school years. It's that awful adolescent mix of anxiousness and arrogance. I loathed myself. I longed to be 'normal'. Rooney captures in harrowing detail how you can turn your face away from who and what you want in favour of social conformity. Normal People was agonising and I loved it. Rooney is an incredibly perceptive writer, particularly about the struggles of growing up and fitting in. One of the moments I loved was when Connell looks at Marianne's friend Peggy and muses to himself that he does not think that Peggy likes him but he is not sure why. Of course, Connell does not like Peggy either but this never strikes him as irrelevant. We are in the minds of these characters but Rooney gives us a bird's eye view, allowing us a wisdom that they have yet to achieve. Normal People ticks so many relatable boxes about those relationships you find yourself having during your adolescent and university years. Connell clings to the approval of his school friends for security even though he knows he can share very little of what really interests him. Marianne is confused by the way that Peggy refers to them as being best friends but then continuously insults her in front of other people. Marianne finds herself forced to laugh along or else risk making things awkward. Why is it so hard to just stop and say - I don't like this, it's not what I want? Navigating adolescence and beyond can be so tumultuous. A genuine connection, however flawed, is still something to be treasured. Connell and Marianne feel an affinity but they continue to misunderstand each other and miscommunicate. They are in that stage of life where you try on different versions of yourself, trying to understand what kind of person you will be. Indeed, Normal People is such a character driven novel that the romantic plot is almost secondary. Connell and Marianne are two young people trying to find their way in the world. I am reminded of Middlemarch because if you took out one of the main leads, the plot arc would still exist. Connell stands in his scruffy jeans waiting for his girlfriend to get home from the gym and Marianne sails past in formal attire on her way to a ball. This is university life, the formal events existing alongside the mundane affairs of the everyday. Their lives in this novel are often separate but that does not mean that there is no real depth of feeling. I felt the rawness of Connell's anxiety and how it prevented him from being true to Marianne. As the reader, I was filled with rage when he asks Rachel rather than Marianne but when I step back, I think - was I any better at that age? It takes real courage to let your most private self become public. To make yourself vulnerable. He admits to himself early in the novel that one aspect of his attraction Marianne is that he knows that what happens between them will go no further. I think about when I was fourteen and a boy who was my dear friend asked me to be his girlfriend in the middle of the lunchroom. I was utterly mortified by everyone staring and shook my head. Utter crushing betrayal of a friendship. A few years later, I did something remarkably similar to someone else. And then again a few years after that. It took a long time for me to slow down my anxiety enough to reach out for what and who I wanted. I still suck in my teeth at Connell, but I admire the way that Rooney makes clear that cruelty hurts the perpetrator as much as the victim. Another thing that Normal People got me thinking about was just the absolute quagmire of adolescent relationships. Rachel looks on her empty relationship with Connell as quite an achievement, a literal conquest. He is only required to sit still and listen to her, but even so the fact that he does not care for her makes her victory rapidly ring hollow. That is so familiar to witness from that stage of life. Peggy pressures Marianne into remaining with Jamie because this is the relationship that fits best with their clique. A relationship is a sign of social status rather than personal feeling. Of course it's possible that the way I am naturally quite prudish puts me at a disadvantage here. These teenagers behave with this forced casual attitude towards sex. It's a way of looking at intimacy that I have never understood. In trying to have a genuine connection amidst all of this, Marianne and Connell feel slightly doomed. Yet it is the burning chemistry between the two of them that gives the book its fire. You get the sense that it must be quite something to be in the room with this pair. Even when he is pretending they are not involved, Connell can't stop watching Marianne dancing at the nightclub. Years later, even bleary-eyed, beaten up and drunk, he still has an eye for her. I loved the way they sparked off each other. Even their email exchanges were wonderful, as when they mull over the Edward Snowden case but Marianne remarks that the NSA agent who is surely reading their messages won't understand them as he won't know about the time that Connell didn't ask Marianne to the Debs. There is something very special about a friendship with shared history, even if some of it is painful. Their mutual fascination is electric. (review continues on my blog) https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... ...more |
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For my full review: https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... I learned a long time ago that a sequel is not always a good thing. There is a reason why For my full review: https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... I learned a long time ago that a sequel is not always a good thing. There is a reason why I never rushed out to buy Go Set A Watchman. Then you have to consider the book in question. The Handmaid's Tale was published in 1985 and concluded on an infamously enigmatic note. I first read it as a fifteen year old and was aghast but over time I recognised that the lack of happy ending was rather the point. The world of Gilead represents the triumph of misogyny and the oppression of women, an issue as old as the earth. How could Atwood ever tie that up in a tidy way and give a happy ending? And yet, with The Testaments, she sets out to do just that. Set fifteen years after the events of the first novel, The Testaments picks up the lives of three different women. One is Agnes Jemima, a young Gilead woman who discovers that she is the daughter of a Handmaid, another is Daisy, a girl growing up in Canada. The third character is one that readers are more likely to recognise - Aunt Lydia, sure to raise a shiver along the spine of anyone familiar with the original. As before, the narratives are presented as artefacts under discussion at a conference. We are assured that Gilead is at a distance, that it is in the past and yet it so often feels very close. There has been a lot of speculation about what motivated Margaret Atwood to write this book and indeed why she chose to write it now. The Handmaid's Tale has been in the news for several reasons of late. One aspect is that women have been protesting at access to birth control and abortion being rolled back by appearing in court silently dressed as Handmaids, emphasising the American legislature's turn towards Gilead values. As Atwood points out in this very book, history may not repeat itself but it does 'rhyme'. Another reason for publishing now though has been the recent television series. It was at first widely acclaimed but then more recently decried as torture porn. Atwood appeared herself for a split-second cameo but has no other creative control. Some suggested that The Testaments was her chance to wrest back the narrative. Now that we have the book in front of us though, this appears unlikely since, much to my own astonishment, Atwood is actually following certain events laid out in the most recent season of the television show. Onscreen, Offred discovers that she is pregnant, most likely by Nick the driver. Complications ensue but she ultimately gives birth to a child who she calls Holly but who her Commander and his wife call Nicole. At the end of the second series, Nicole is smuggled to Canada. In the book, fifteen years have passed but the Gilead state continue to petition for the child's return but Baby Nicole's whereabouts are unknown. This is an interesting creative decision since it still leaves room for the television producers to do what they want while permitting book and series to co-exist in the same universe. Ultimately, The Testaments appears to be another of those 'side-quels' which have become popular in recent years, akin to The Book of Dust. Yet this is such a tricky story on which to tack on an addendum. The Handmaid's Tale is a unique piece of literature because it has been claimed by its readers to an almost unprecedented degree. Atwood had intended her original protagonist to be nameless but has seemingly accepted the ruling of her readers that the Handmaid's name is June. The book literally ended with the words 'Any Questions'? It is left up to the reader to decide what it means and what they will choose to do with the book's message. For a story that has been so 'set loose', can Atwood really take back the reins? My main concern was how the novel would approach Aunt Lydia. Like all of the best villains, she had minimal page time but maximum presence. Aunt Lydia was the True Believer. The woman who rained down judgment on other women. Played to perfection by Ann Dowd in the television series, she is that ghastly mixture of bossy headmistress and total sadist. The embodiment of everyday evil. And then we have The Testaments where we discover how she came to be and how she works to redeem herself. Aunt Lydia writes her testimony in Cardinal Newman’s Apologia Pro Vita Sua: A Defense of One’s Own Life. We hear how she was once a professional woman like Offred. She details her brutal treatment at the hands of Gilead. She watched other people make futile stands against the guards and then saw them all be shot afterwards. Rather than the black-and-white villain, Aunt Lydia is a woman who was given two choices. The moral choice or the one that keeps you alive. I don't have to drop any spoilers for the reader to guess which one she took. It's taken me a while to think about how this twist on the character made me feel. My initial response was that it weakened the story. To add in these mitigating circumstances watered down Aunt Lydia's villainy. Then I realised that this was the point. While the character may have become a fantastic figure of hate for readers, Margaret Atwood has quietly returned to the stage to remind us that people are rarely so clear-cut in their motivations. I realised that this new conflict in Aunt Lydia's character relates to my on-going bug-bear around cancel culture. The hugely successful book series Goodnight Stories For Rebel Girls contains pellet-sized biographies of famous women alongside pretty pictures. It reduces these compelling characters to their simplest possible form. It also allows for absolutely no complexity. Already they are considering hauling Aung San Suu Kyi out from future editions. But even aside from that spectacular fall from grace, I was startled by how euphemistic they had to be. None of us is perfect and these women certainly weren't either. Coco Chanel attempted to have her early business investor deported by the Nazis. But in the modern era, everyone has to be perfect or else they have to publicly pilloried on Twitter and then we all clap ourselves on the back for how moral we have been to participate in a public lynching. In Goodnight Stories, these women are scrubbed clean into blank-faced paragons and all the grit and the grind and the strive that made them heroic in the first place is wiped away. Too messy. The irony for me is that whenever these things happen, the words that come to my mind are Romans 3:23: 'For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and all are justified freely by his grace through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus'. It interests me that in this increasingly secular world, this doctrine has fallen into disuse. I would add however that some of the most judgmental people you could ever encounter are Christians, but my point is that the utter lack of grace among the millennial generation is really quite depressing. Returning to Aunt Lydia, I think about who she was. In the dawning days of Gilead, she sat with her colleague, unsure of what would happen next. Her colleague turned to her and said by way of valediction, 'You were a damn fine judge'. By this point, Aunt Lydia was in her forties and had led a decent enough life. Within a few months she had become one of the chief architects of a regime that oppressed and abused women. She manipulated. She lied. She had people put to death. Yet we also discover that the original Aunt Lydia, her pre-Gilead self, is not entirely gone. Sometimes she helps. Sometimes she drops hints to encourage others to help. Why does she do this? Does she wish to redeem herself? Does she simply fear what will befall her if Gilead crumbles? Or is she, like so many human beings, motivated by more than just one thing? I struggle to think of Aunt Lydia as heroic but when I stop to drill down to why that is, I end up landing on the fact that she has been a villain in my mind for so long. When I first read the book aged fifteen, I believed that things like this would never be able to happen. Then I learned that the whole conceit of the book was that Atwood had only used events that had happened to women somewhere in history. That Iran had undergone a remarkably similar regime change. I was shocked. Then over time I encountered some Gileadesque thought processes among my Christian friends. I realised that there are all too many Handmaids walking among us. But if Aunt Lydia is a pure villain, she has become so due to that grasping, clawing human desire for survival, an instinct that any of us could find ourselves giving in to in her place. When we look back over history though, Aunt Lydia would not be the first leader to have achieved her ends through dubious methods. Winston Churchill was racist, a highly ineffective peace-time Prime Minister and carries a huge amount of responsibility for the Bengal Famine. He also led the way in covering up the Katyn Massacre. Martin Luther King plagiarised his doctoral thesis. Gandhi was guilty of sexually inappropriate behaviour. Nelson Mandela was a terrorist in his early career. Yet society feels able to put a soft focus on the less palatable aspects of these men's lives in favour of their overall achievements. We embrace the complexity. Why is it that we never seem able to do this for female leaders? Why is their every mis-deed picked over and held up to the light? In revealing Aunt Lydia's complexities, Atwood underlines that Handmaid's Tale is no pantomime of goodies versus baddies. Both sides dwell in all of the characters. The mother who kept Agnes safe was complicit in her abduction. Indeed, despite her origins, Daisy is one of the less likeable characters, full of a teenager's spite. The reader has to judge for themselves what the truth is of Aunt Lydia. One could argue that she is a courageous warrior, holding her breath until she has risen to the point where she can strike a fatal blow at Gilead's heart. Or perhaps she was a die-hard Gilead leader who simply got cold feet. But I keep thinking back on how Aunt Lydia observed someone try to rebel very early on and how they were abruptly executed. She may have played a long game, a very long game, but Aunt Lydia got results. Here we echo back to Offred's tearful recognition that one day the dial would spin back the other way, that Gilead would fall, but that it would not necessarily happen within her own lifetime. Time and patience, Aunt Lydia spinning her web like a spider. Gilead has aged well as a dystopia. With the outside world shut out, Agnes has grown up in a vacuum. She and her friend Becca have grown up in ignorance, knowing only what they have been taught by the authorities. When they finally do encounter Daisy, the culture shock is clear. Atwood even harks back to the notorious scene in the first book where the Handmaids are trained to turn on one of their number for being a rape victim, telling her 'Your fault'. Daisy barks back that this is unacceptable victim blaming. Yet we see that Agnes and Becca are baffled by this. They are the finished product of this training and know no other way. Indeed, here we have the crucial difference between Handmaid and Testaments. While the first book warns us that Gilead might one day get us, this follow-up gives us hope that we can get away from it again. Agnes and Becca can learn and grow. Their minds can break free. Those who would wish them harm can be overcome. Those who have done them harm can try to atone. In these uncertain times, as reproductive rights are tightened and fake news grows more pervasive, this message is startling positive. If Handmaid served as a shout of outrage, Testaments is a battle cry, an exhortation that tomorrow can be a better day. Yet I still can't help but feel that Testaments has robbed its predecessor of some of its punch. When I read a book by Margaret Atwood, I expect to have my preconceptions challenged, to be made to think but more than that - I expect to be left wondering. What was the truth about Grace Marks' guilt? Penelopiad considered the women of classical mythology about ten years before the recent trend for books examining their perspective. Hag-Seed made me consider The Tempest in a whole new way. Even The Blind Assassin put a chill up my spine about the position of women and the stories we tell. Heavy on the exposition, the reader is not left with questions at the end of The Testaments. Margaret Atwood was clear that she was not expecting the book to receive the Booker Prize. Stunned though I am to say this of an Atwood novel, I am similarly unsure that it quite deserved to win. The award felt more like an apology because The Handmaid's Tale was passed over back in 1985. Testaments is a postscript to that earlier book rather than something that stands on its own merits. The Handmaid's Tale is a book that has a message so powerful that it can speak to you in different ways each time you read it. It grows with its readers and it has grown over time. The Testaments is also a powerful book but it feels more rooted in the moment we are in now, in a world turning back towards populism with fractures starting to show. Only time will tell if it matures alongside its predecessor but while I cling hard to its message of hope, it is definitely the younger sibling. ...more |
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For my full review: https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... I am always utterly fascinated by how a literary character or even a historical figure can For my full review: https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... I am always utterly fascinated by how a literary character or even a historical figure can continue to evolve decades or even centuries after they lived or were created. Clearly, they have not undergone an alteration but as society shifts, so does the way that we read them. I have read thematic biographies on figures such as the Brontë Sisters, Anne Boleyn and even Jane Austen herself but never before someone from the fictional world. In the two centuries since his creation, Mr Darcy has become one of the most iconic characters in literature and a by-word for a romantic hero. Despite my heavy-weight Austen appreciation, I have never been a Darcy fan-girl, remaining a little mystified by the mania. When I saw this book, I jumped at the chance to understand it better - what exactly is the 'something' about Darcy that gets everyone so hot and bothered? As Malcolm makes clear, the very fact that the name Mr Darcy has become so iconic has put a distance between us and the original character. There are coasters and tote bags bearing slogans such as 'Waiting for my Mr Darcy' or 'I ♥︎ Mr Darcy' or 'Do Not Disturb Unless You Are Mr Darcy'. What he represents now is some type of ideal man. Was that what he always was? If not, how did we get to this point? I have a feeling that this is a book best enjoyed by literature students and history nerds but since I identify as both of those things, it was right up my metaphorical alley. Malcolm dives into who Mr Darcy was when he first appeared from the pen of Jane Austen and how he has changed down the centuries. Most notably, she examines how Colin Firth diving into a lake in 1995 changed how people view Mr Darcy for evermore. The man has been on quite the journey. The trick with Darcy, as Malcolm points out, is that he is an enigma for so much of Pride and Prejudice. Even in the closing chapters as he and Bingley arrive at Longbourn, Kitty Bennet refers to him as 'that tall, proud man', unable to remember his exact name. He has kept himself to himself and the wider cast have let him alone. The novel's central character is Elizabeth Bennet. He was merely the love interest. Yet over time, Darcy has eclipsed her in cultural significance. The big question is why that has happened. The modern reader has lost a lot of what made Darcy significant at the time of his creation. He is a gentleman of the aristocracy who is visiting a provincial back-water, leading to a classic town-and-country clash of sensibilities. He believes that these people are all his inferiors and utterly beneath his notice. He behaves rudely and is utterly dismissive. But their response is not to kow-tow to his social superiority, but rather to dislike him. When he proposes marriage to Elizabeth Bennet, she does not take it as a compliment, but rather she sends him away with a flea in his ear. Pride and Prejudice is therefore his Bildungsroman as he learns the error of his ways. Austen is always fascinated with class and the decline of the aristocracy, a recurring theme across her work. Darcy is a character created at a crucial juncture in history. After centuries of the feudal system, we had the beginning of the self-made man. Lineage was no longer so significant. Malcolm charts how aristocratic male fashion had changed from the impractical Georgian attire to the leaner, more practical sportsman-like clothing championed by Beau Brummell. The question was beginning to be asked - what made a gentleman, was it birth or behaviour? Darcy assumed the former but Elizabeth is explicit that she does not believe he fits the category. It is this love affair that makes Darcy vulnerable, makes him human, makes him appealing to the reader. Elizabeth has made no effort to impress Darcy. She turned up at Netherfield with her 'weary ankles', her muddy petticoat and her 'face glowing with the warmth of exercise', in an era where clean linens and pale faces were de rigeur. Darcy has been very clear that he did not think her pretty ... but then. But then. Her eyes caught him off guard. Malcolm analyses this unworldliness in the face of true attraction. He does not know what is happening to him and he has no power to stop it. Is it just that he is rich? As Malcolm points out, the Bennets are in dire straits - a mere heartbeat away from losing their home. The girls have to marry. When Elizabeth marries Mr Darcy, the family are guaranteed that they will never reach destitution. Lydia knows she will always be able to cadge more cash, Kitty is sure of meeting eligible young men, Mary will have enough to support herself if she does end up an old maid and somewhere money will be found to look after Mrs Bennet, preferably at a distance from Mr Darcy himself. This is the Cinderella element of the story and we see how this idea trickles down even to contemporary fiction such as Fifty Shades. As Malcolm explains, Darcy has a number of relatives across fiction. From literary ancestors such as Mr B of Pamela, loudly declaring that his nobility gives him rights to Pamela's body, right on through to Victorian literature with characters such as Dracula, Heathcliff and Mr Rochester all sharing links to Mr Darcy. Indeed, Malcolm particularly highlights the strong similarities between Messrs Darcy and Rochester. Indeed as she breaks it down, you can't help wondering if this is at the root of the rivalry between fans of Austen and Brontë; 'Do you favour the patrician, commanding, brooding hero on the northern edge of the Pennines in Yorkshire, or the patrician, commanding, brooding hero on his estate among the Devonshire Peaks?' This is particularly interesting because of course Charlotte Brontë was famously not a fan of Jane Austen. I found Malcolm's analysis of the two writers' varying outlooks to be truly fascinating. She suggests that for a Romantic writer such as Brontë, Austen's extensive use of irony put too much distance between reader and the emotions, meaning that Darcy's transformation from aloof aristocrat to romantic hero was too abrupt. However, Malcolm also suggests that as fashions changed over the course of the twentieth century, Mr Rochester's popularity has waned while Mr Darcy's star rose only higher. With the advent of feminism, Mr Rochester's incarceration of his mentally ill wife became problematic. By contrast, Mr Darcy is a responsible landlord and considerate employer. Of course, Malcolm's argument is undermined by the fact that she is clearly thinking more of The Wide Sargasso Sea rather than Jane Eyre, repeatedly referring to Mrs Rochester as 'Antoinette' and remarking that Rochester tries to pretend that she is just 'the servant Bertha Mason'. Ahem. Yet there are so many other Darcy-proxies elsewhere in fiction too. North and South is an almost scene-for-scene remake of Pride and Prejudice except set in the North. Darcy here is John Thornton, a proud industrialist who tries to run his factory responsibly. Malcolm further suggests that Dracula is another Darcy equivalent. She argues that Dracula is a metaphor for the decadent aristocracy, with the Count displaying a veneer of respectability and elegance which hides predatory and abusive behaviour. Other equivalents include The Scarlet Pimpernel and several of Georgette Heyer's characters. Voyaging onwards, Malcolm traces Darcy's evolution through historical romances and the advent of commercial romantic fiction. As the romantic fiction movement ran up against the rise of women's rights, having a 'feisty' heroine like Elizabeth Bennet who could 'break all the rules' and who could 'tame' the strong, wealthy man' was seen as a winning combination. I found this part of Malcolm's book to be particularly intriguing because romantic fiction is just not a genre that I know much about. I've never read very much to do with it and I've always assumed that those books tend to follow a similar sort of formula. Hearing about novels such as The Flame and the Flower made me realise how complicated the genre's history really is - unsurprising given how it follows trends in society. Malcolm explores the difficulty in creating a 'brooding, socially awkward hero' without falling into the traps of having the 'anguished male psyche' tumble into bitterness and aggression. Rather than being sad, it is all too easy to make them just bad. For the rest of my review: https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... ...more |
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For my full review: https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... When I spotted this book on the shelves of a charity shop, I knew immediately that it had For my full review: https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... When I spotted this book on the shelves of a charity shop, I knew immediately that it had to be Austen-related. Does that make me an Austen nerd? But in terms of biographical facts about Jane Austen, surely this is the most well-known? Austen's sister was her closest confidant in life, her best friend and her confessor. It was Cassandra who destroyed so much of her sister's correspondence, shielding her personal life from the scrutiny of the world. They were each other's companion in life, shouldering the weight of spinsterhood together. I was more intrigued therefore by this novel than I would normally be - if Bennett was approaching Austen as a sister first, this had the potential to be a different type of story. Alas. I should probably have seen it coming with the book's tagline, 'Was the love Jane Austen wrote about to be hers in real life?' I mean - where do I start? First of all, we know she never married so there's no point hanging that one out there as a hook for readers. And if you're picking up the book, we know you're an established fan. So straight away, Bennett's book seems to be setting out to make her look tragic and that's just ... rude. Then there's my personal pet peeve. Jane Austen was not a romance novelist. She was ironic. She was comic. She was having a laugh. Please don't come and claim that she was writing love stories while gazing out the window waiting for Prince Charming. Beginning the book, it immediately became clear that this was a young adult novel. Further research into the author revealed that she is a children's writer. I will happily read children's literature all day long but I admit to feeling disappointed by how simplistic Bennett made her story. Even with the way that Austen is referred to as 'Jenny' rankled. This is a very dumbed down interpretation of Austen's life. It was also structured in quite a strange way, opening with a vivid account of the death of Cousin Eliza's husband, a man Austen never met. He had no connection to the rest of the story and beyond a brief mention in the opening chapter that he had died, he is then barely mentioned again. It really was a curious choice. The characters feel rather like cardboard cut outs and have few distinguishing features. We get little of Eliza's glamour or Mary Lloyd's grumpiness. The warmth that existed between Austen and Mrs Lefroy is extinguished in favour of the latter becoming a cringe-making Mrs Jennings figure. More worryingly, although Austen is charmed when she meets Tom Lefroy, the reader gets to see little of it. Most of their meetings are only reported rather than described so although we are supposed to believe that Austen is sincerely in love, the whole romance feels rather 'blink and you'd miss it'. This in turn makes it difficult for us to feel disappointment when he vanishes. We barely even noticed he was there in the first place. There would be some good ground to mine here in exploring how Austen was 'ghosted' by a guy but Bennett does not make use of it. The book does have its stronger moments, particularly in how it captures Cassandra's hopes for a happy married life with Tom Fowle, so that when the tragedy strikes, the reader does truly feel it. The finale was also quite effective in showing Austen consciously decide against a pragmatic marriage with Harris Bigg-Wither. Unfortunately though, there were too many other niggles around the rest of the book for me to really enjoy it. Bennett's makes clunky attempts to force "Jenny" into mirroring the heroines who Austen later created. This felt very forced and then to make matters worse, she has Austen begin her first draft of Northanger Abbey with the heroine already called Catherine. Most Austen fans are aware that Miss Morland was originally called Susan so this felt like quite a basic error. More than that though, I think that Bennett tried to make Austen seem 'sweet'. Relatable. Like any other teenaged girl. Because of that, her wit and sharpness of expression is utter extinguished. While I can imagine that a younger reader might possibly enjoy this as an introduction to Austen's life, it always depresses me when I see an interesting story ground down into easy-to-digest pap. Jane Austen led an interesting life but you'd barely know it from Cassandra's Sister. ...more |
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For my full review: https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... I had a bit of a push-pull about whether or not I would enjoy reading this book. On the on For my full review: https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... I had a bit of a push-pull about whether or not I would enjoy reading this book. On the one hand, I absolutely loved the 2007 film Becoming Jane which took this biography as its inspiration. However, despite the film being enjoyable and also showcasing the talents of Mr James McAvoy during what I saw as his heyday, I never lost sight of it being a piece of total fiction. Jon Spence's central proposition is that Jane Austen's life revolved around her disappointed love for Tom Lefroy, that she never got over it and that all of her writing was inspired by him in some way. Having finally sat down to read the book ... I remain unconvinced. However, I still found Becoming Jane Austen a thought-provoking attempt to connect with who Austen might have been as a person. One thing that sets the Austen fandom apart from the others is the way that every fan has a different version of the author herself and every fan is equally convinced that their version is correct. Biographers are fans just like any others and indeed, the late Jon Spence does seem to have been a particularly devoted one. Becoming Jane Austen explores Austen on far more of an emotional level than any of the other biographies that I have read. Spence is willing to make conjectures and to speculate as he tries to understand the woman behind the enigma. It felt like an unusual approach but it ultimately brings the reader to a fresh understanding. I am always wary of any myth-making that insists that a writer's entire work was over-shadowed by their one great love. I have noticed that this is a charge that is generally levelled at female authors rather than their male counterparts. I read Nick Holland's highly fanciful biography of Anne Brontë and as well as being strongly perturbed by his misuse of source material, Holland's insistence that Anne Brontë's life was dominated by her 'all-consuming conflagration' for William Weightman was just absurd given the paucity of the evidence. By contrast, there is considerably more material to suggest that Jane Austen did have feelings for Tom Lefroy. There are her own laughing letters about it, her later more cagey correspondence after his departure, the suggestion that she just might have visited him in London and of course, Lefroy's own admission in old age that he had had a 'boyish love' for her. Something went on. Lack of money on both sides likely made it unworkable. But the idea of all of Austen's novels having references to Lefroy, that she never stopped loving him ... that seems less clear. Thomas Lefroy as a young man As is the fate of so many female writers, Austen's personal life is given far greater significance than it would have been had she been a man. When Charlotte Brontë complained that Austen's novels were too tidy and left not enough room for feeling, the excuse was often made that Austen never knew love herself. That seems to have been untrue. More accurately, Austen was writing before the Romantic age really took hold and so had different influences on her work. Austen also was not writing romances but rather domestic comedies so had less of a need to focus on the passions that Charlotte Brontë felt were so absent. Another common myth was that Persuasion's Captain Wentworth, being her finest leading man, must have been modelled on Austen's own lost love. Rudyard Kipling even wrote a poem to that effect. Myself, I think that people can get very carried away when searching for biographical data in an author's work and that it is also a little insulting to declare that Austen's genius required inspiration from a man. Spence's attempts to mine Austen's characters for clues about her feelings failed to convince. For Spence, it is a certainty that Austen gave her characters names from Tom Jones as a subtle reference to her ongoing love for Tom Lefroy, since this was (allegedly) his favourite book. For me, this felt like a massive reach. Similarly Spence's thesis that Tom Lefroy inspired Elizabeth Bennet while Austen herself was the model for Darcy. Given Spence's obvious admiration for Austen, it seems odd that he suggests that she required external inspiration. Do we really think that the woman who wrote Sense and Sensibility would advocate spending one's life moping after someone who had rejected her? I think back on my own past relationships - they seemed serious enough at the time but the idea of supposing that they would overshadow the rest of my existence is insulting. Austen herself seemed to advise her niece Fanny Knight that broken hearts heal. However, while biographies can often focus so much on facts that they can come to feel cold towards their subject, Spence's stance is so full of sympathy that I could not help but warm to him as a writer, even if his central supposition felt spurious. He suggested an interesting alternative theory about Austen's relationship with her sister-in-law Eliza. Rather than idolising her glamourous cousin, Spence theorises that Austen's early admiration turned to suspicion and disapproval. Trekking through Austen's work from the earliest juvenilia, Spence identifies the characters he believes were inspired by Eliza and identifies a pattern of distrust. I was particularly intrigued by his insinuation of a link between Lady Susan and Eliza. I was interested though that Spence never comments on the rather dubious nature of Eliza's title, something which Claire Tomalin's iconic Jane Austen - A Life rather lays bare. Similarly, I was also surprised by his unquestioning portrayal of Mrs Austen as an affectionate mother. By contrast, most other biographers identify Mrs Austen's hypochondria as being behind some of the more unflattering portrayals of older women in Austen's own novels. Every writer will have a different approach but these variances seemed unusual. Still, for all that I disagreed with so much of what Spence said, I enjoyed the book. Spence is a very thoughtful writer and the amount of care that went into this book is clear. The prose style is engaging and flows well. Becoming Jane Austen is a highly readable book, more than can be said for many other biographies. I particularly liked how Spence connects with the position of women in Regency Britain. He describes how strange it is that despite all that stated otherwise, it was women who truly required physical coverage, regularly facing death via childbirth. Spence again plumbs Austen's writing for evidence of her ambivalence towards mother and constructs a compelling case for her dissatisfaction at the role which women were obliged to play. Austen expressed a hope that her niece Fanny Knight need not be plunged into it just yet, seemed truly sorry that her other niece Anna should be so plagued with constant pregnancy. Austen was not so very prim and proper. She knew what the consequences of marriage were. Women lost the right to bodily autonomy. Austen knew that people who married for love ended up with very large families. Her character Mrs Jennings expresses her sorrow for the marriage that Lucy Steele and Edward Ferrars will have, since Lucy will have a baby every year. Sanditon's Charlotte Heywood is the eldest of twelve. Three of Austen's own sisters-in-law died in childbirth, two of them after having given birth to eleven children apiece. Spence provides a compelling argument that the birth-dates of her children suggest Mrs Austen knew her own body well enough to practice some form of family planning. Perhaps her husband helped her. If so, it seems that Austen's brothers were less considerate. Reading Becoming Jane Austen felt like a conversation. Spence never seems pushy in his perspective and so even where I disagreed, I still enjoyed the read. I will always believe that suggesting that a female writer's work can be traced back to the inspiration of a man is sexist and in most cases provably inaccurate. However, much of Spence's textual analysis remained intriguing. His version of Austen was a less sharp-tongued creature than the one summoned up in so many of the other books that I have read on the topic. A book worth reading if not perhaps believing. ...more |
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For my full review: https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... Whoever said that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover was clearly not a true bookworm. For my full review: https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... Whoever said that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover was clearly not a true bookworm. Book covers make a big difference. It's a truth universally acknowledged that TV tie-editions are the worst but any ugly cover can be enough to put you off a book. Margaret C Sullivan herself points out that the initial title for Pride and Prejudice was First Impressions. Initial thoughts are hard to shake. In this book, Sullivan offers a full run-down of two hundred years worth of Austen book covers and it is all that one could ever dream it would be. I remember spotting this book shortly after Christmas one year and feeling immediate disappointment that it would be a whole twelve months until presents season rolled around again for me to be able to put it on my list. It was a long wait but entirely worth it. This is a book in which all Austen fans can delight. Even as a sensory experience, Jane Austen from Cover to Cover is a delight. The pages feel luxurious. Its very scent is beautiful. The pictures of the covers are large and colourful. It's one of the most gorgeous books that I own and is sure to have pride of place on any coffee table. But this is far more than a pile of pretty pictures. Sullivan's commentary is comprehensive and compelling, full of fascinating facts about the books' publishing journey from the very first cover of Sense and Sensibility right down to the contemporary covers published today. Sullivan's writing style is informal but impressively well-researched. Even aside from the visual aspect, I learned a lot about book production and type-setting, tracking how the manufacture of the object itself has changed almost beyond recommendation down the centuries. From hand-made with leather bindings to mass market fiction today, it has been quite the adventure. Books became cheaper to produce, the advent of rail travel meant that more people wanted reading material for long journeys and so Austen's appeal spread wider. It was also around this point that publishers had the resources to include illustrations and cover art. These were predictably where a lot of the Cover to Cover's humour really comes to fore. But there is much more to the book than just an opportunity to giggle over ridiculous 1960s pulp covers (and in fairness, they are hilarious). What was really striking was how attitudes towards Austen has always been so divided. The R.W. Chapman editions are works of scholarship (although Sullivan makes sure that we are all aware that he reuses much of his wife's earlier research without acknowledging it). Yet from the earliest days, the fact that Austen's novels were all out of copyright made her a popular choice for the bargain publishers, who produced editions with covers highlighting the romance aspects, ignoring all that Chapman et al would have considered most important. I had always thought that the tug of war between Austen-as-romance-novelist and Austen-as-serious-writer was a new thing but the pictures do not lie. I think though that the best thing about this book is the author herself. The warmth and wit of her writing is so wonderful. Even when Sullivan does raise her eyebrows about this or that bit of questionable cover design, she does it with a fabulous deadpan delivery that it never fails to raise a laugh. A particular favourite was her zinger about the Riverdale Classics edition of Northanger Abbey (see left) which chose a 'fortuitous position' for their note that the book is 'Complete and Unabridged'. And also appeared to be featuring an image of Mr and Mrs Tilney some twenty years after the events of the book. Ahem. Without Sullivan, this book would have been enjoyable enough but with her, Cover to Cover felt like leafing through while having a giggle with a good friend. Even her final note in the closing pages was beautiful, describing how it was a particular mass market paperback in a mall drugstore which drew her to Austen in the first place. Sullivan has scoured the world (quite literally and some of the international editions of Austen are insane) and clearly put the work in but more than anything this book is a fan's true labour of love. No matter how many times I pick it up, I always spot something new. ...more |
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Review here: https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... I have to applaud Terri Fleming in her choice of title for her spin-off novel - it's very Austene Review here: https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... I have to applaud Terri Fleming in her choice of title for her spin-off novel - it's very Austenesque. Picking up on the lives of the two remaining unmarried Bennet sisters, it is another example of the Mary-centric fan fiction which are currently in such vogue. I have only recently become aware of the heaving market of Pride and Prejudice variations and sequels which by far eclipse all other Austen novels in the spin-off market. In this story, Mary and Kitty remain with their parents and then one day some exciting news arrives - the handsome young heir to Cuthbert Park has returned from abroad. Why yes, that's a single gentleman of fortune and so we all know what it is of which he must surely be in want. The premise of the novel is that Mary Bennet has put aside thoughts of wedlock. She hopes only for a roof over her head, a piano to play and some books to read. While Kitty may skip about and come close to getting her head turned by the various local gentlemen, Mary has her eyes set on more serious matters. Her mother naturally has other ideas. Indeed, Fleming has a fair amount of success in conjuring up Mrs Bennet, still clamouring for attention in the household and gamely attempting to corral her daughters into marriage. However, from here I felt that the book rapidly became unstuck. The main issue with so much of the Mary fan fiction is that the authors are trying desperately to make Mary into a Cinderella and ... she just isn't one. Mary Bennet is the girl who made loud, vapid and insensitive comments throughout Pride and Prejudice. When Elizabeth expressed concern over Jane's illness and set out to call on her, Mary told her that this was not a good use of reason. She does not care about others. She is not kindly or sweet-natured or any of the other character aspects traditionally associated with Cinderella. Mary is devoid of charisma or independent thought. If she is to play the heroine, certain things have to change. And so, in Perception, a lot of things do. On her father's recommendation, Mary is asked to catalogue the library at Cuthbert Park. This naturally throws her into the path of the single gentleman of fortune and of course they fall in love. The whole 'setting aside thoughts of wedlock' does not last very long. However, the gentleman's mother has her eyes set on a higher prize and so we have the necessary stumbling block to the couple's ever-lasting happiness. I have read several pieces of Mary fan-fiction now and they all seem to feature a handsome young man materialising to draw her out of her shell. Following a misunderstanding, Mary flees in emotional anguish to her married sisters in Derbyshire. No Pride and Prejudice sequel is complete without a return visit to the original players. Mary plays with her nieces and nephews and discovers that There Is More To Life Than Books. Her sisters lend her new clothes and give her a makeover. Afterwards Jane announces in delight that is amazing what a a new hairstyle can achieve. And at this point I had to set the book down and breathe since the whole 'new hairstyle' cliche is one of my personal pet peeves. The whole thing reminded me very strongly of the Harry Potter fan fiction trend approximately fifteen years ago which had Hermione decide books were well boring and then morph into Avril Lavigne. Mary Bennet suddenly becomes the belle of the ball and all the gentlemen fall at her feet. All because she had a haircut. Sigh. The reason why I loathe this trope with quite such a passion is because it implies that social awkwardness can be wiped away with an aesthetic change. Something which is routed internally requires more than an external fix. I loved the book series The Princess Diaries. It is a witty and engaging series about an angst-ridden teenaged girl. However, the film was a travesty in how it implied that simply straightening Mia's hair turned her into a whole new person. Mia's characterisation remained utterly consistent on the page but on the screen we were unable to ignore that she was actually Anne Hathaway, beautiful and assured. If you are already confident and comfortable in your skin, a good haircut has the power to lift you up and make you walk out the door standing tall. Because of that, it may be hard to imagine what a minefield they are for people who feel less sure of themselves. In Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine, Gail Honeyman plays with the 'good haircut' cliche by having it be more about Eleanor reaching out and accepting kindness, therefore making it a moment about an emotional connection. In short, more going on beyond the external. Eleanor's problems remain and the haircut is just a pit-stop along her journey towards healing. There are no such nuances with Perception. Of course the other reason why the 'good haircut' cliche is out of place is that this is a novel dealing with Austen characters. Austen had absolutely no truck with personal appearances and the only time that hair ever gets mentioned is to imply that the character in question is insufferably vain. The residents of Highbury express disquiet when Frank Churchill goes all the way to London to get his hair cut and although we subsequently find that this was a ruse, it is an early indication of his trivial character. Later he also passes comment on Jane Fairfax's hair but this is again a deception. In Persuasion, Sir Walter Elliot decides that he would be all right with being seen with Admiral Croft but only provided that the Admiral got his hair fixed properly first. Austen was suspicious of those who spent too much time spent fretting over their hair. I tried to look at Perception away from its associations with Pride and Prejudice. Other than the voyage to Derbyshire, the plot is a pretty basic Cinderella narrative with Mary in the starring role and Lady Sandalford as fairy godmother. This Mary is meek, eager to please and handy with small children. She blushes to think of her former self. She is so deserving that she is even turned abruptly into an heiress. Other than Mrs Bennet, none of the book's characters bear much resemblance to their original counterparts. Where Kitty was whiny and insipid, here she is charming and wise. After turning away from the handsome gentleman with the possibly impure intentions, her ultimate marriage outshines even that of Elizabeth. Fleming's Mr Bennet is warm-hearted and you can practically see the twinkle in his eye. Darcy is dull as ditchwater and informal to boot. Indeed, all of the characters bandy their first names around in a way that made my toes curl. If Austen's Elizabeth continues to refer to her husband as Mr Darcy, the idea of him casually saying to new acquaintances to call him Darcy or Fitzwilliam is painfully unrealistic. In its own right, Perception is a run-of-the-mill slightly anaemic Regency romance. Structurally though, it sags a bit having to deal with two sisters and I can see why most sequels focus on one. The biggest issue though is that the book just cannot live up to its forebear. I could not suspend my disbelief around Fleming's decision to have Mary and Kitty's marriages be of such magnificence. This is the whiny Bennet sister and the unpleasant one. Are we really expected to believe that they suddenly become such eligible brides? Austen stated that Kitty married a clergyman and Mary a clerk. Not poverty, not spinsterhood, not a life spent living on the charity of their sisters. They were allowed respectability. They were not expected to gain renown. Austen's version of their fates remained within the realms of realism for two such forgettable characters. I could not engage with Perception because I could not recognise its principal players as having any resemblance to their 'true' counterparts. However. Having said all of that. I'm having a really rough run of spin-offs lately and I'm starting to think that it's me rather than them. Other people seem to be able to look past the plot contrivances and the cliches but for me, it grates. Like many Austen fans, I feel passionately that my interpretation of her work is the only correct one. Because I cannot conceive that Austen was ever a writer of romances (and indeed she declared herself that she did not write such things), a book like Perception, sheared of Austen's wit and social commentary and relying on the 'good haircut' cliche which I despise - this was never going to be a book that I could enjoy. This is one occasion where in my capacity as book reviewer I am throwing up my hands. No, I didn't like it, but if you enjoy romances and you aren't too bothered about character continuity then by all means, give it a whirl. ...more |
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For my full review: https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... First of all, I have to confess that not only did I receive a review copy of this book but For my full review: https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... First of all, I have to confess that not only did I receive a review copy of this book but when it arrived last year, the parcel also contained a very lovely note congratulating me on the birth of my first child. Being honest, this made me feel a huge amount of trepidation since I've had a real bumpy ride over the past few years with novel spin-offs from classic fiction. Even the cover endorsement from Paula Byrne left me a little unsure since that lady also gave rave reviews to Sanditon. To make matters murkier, this is also the third time that I have started a book with a plot combining concepts of time travel and Jane Austen and with the other two, I gave up both times on grounds of ridiculousness. What if I didn't like this book after its author had been so nice? Luckily, my fears were groundless. Within a few pages, I was breathing a sigh of relief. This time really was different. Forget the concept behind it, what we have is an intelligent and innovative exploration of Austen fandom - I was hooked. The central characters are time travellers Rachel Katzman and Liam Finucane, sent back from a vaguely dystopian future by The Royal Institute for Special Topics in Physics. The pair land up in a field in 1815, dishevelled and disorientated but with a clear mission before them. They must introduce themselves to Henry Austen and through him meet his sister Jane. Their goal is track down the rumoured completed manuscript of The Watsons and if possible diagnose the disease that killed its famous author. They have one year to do so or else miss their return window and be trapped forever. Their other instruction is to alter nothing else, not even to save the life of Jane Austen herself. My first hint that I was going to enjoy this book came within the early pages when Rachel comments on what the time travelling initiative has achieved so far. On the whole, few changes have been felt but there are one or two hints of an altered timeline. One of them is that a street of houses popped up where there was none before. The other is that a statue of Victorian poet Randolph Henry Ash suddenly appeared. Eagle-eyed readers will of course recognise him as one of the main characters of Possession. Despite the two books being poles apart in terms of tone, this was an early indication that Flynn and I have similar literary tastes. It's also thought-provoking to imagine Randolph Henry Ash as once real but that changes in time have relegated him to fiction - if so, we have lost a wonderful poet. Rachel and Liam arrive in full period costume with a wealth of counterfeit bank-notes secreted about their persons. In their own time, she is a doctor and he is a scholar with an acting background. They pose as siblings William and Mary Ravenswood. With a forged letter of introduction from an Austen acquaintance who is fortuitously in Jamaica, they inveigle themselves into the life of Henry Austen and his wider family circle. The plan is to be in place to offer support for Henry Austen's famous illness, thereby gaining the family's trust enough to be invited to visit at Chawton and hopefully gain access to the fabled Watsons manuscript. But as one might expect, the best laid plans ... The pair hit a number of hiccups along the way. The book's heroine Rachel is a sexually liberated American who has reached her thirties as an independent woman. It does not come naturally to her to run a household or defer to a man. While she may have nailed the English accent and certain aspects of her unconventional behaviour can be waved away as a product of her previous life in 'Jamaica', other actions provoke more questions. Rachel cannot stop herself from enjoying the attentions of Henry Austen and the flirtation goes further than advised for a respectable English spinster. Nineteenth century life also requires a steely gaze in the face of inequality and injustice - something Rachel finds impossible to maintain. Aghast at the probable fate of a young chimney sweep boy, Rachel buys him from his vicious employer. Eager to help, she offers her carriage to a friend in distress only for them to smile and remind her that as a female, the carriage is not her disposal. It is for her brother 'William' to make decisions and Rachel is not even sure how she feels about him. As time wears on, the facade begins to crumble. The level of research which has clearly gone into this book is truly impressive. Rather than fixating on the bonnets and period aesthetic, Flynn examines instead the psychological aspect of living in a world with such iron-clad social rules. The first time that Liam and Rachel leave the house, they are nearly mowed down in the street by a carriage - utterly unprepared for the hustle and bustle of Regency London. The logistics of setting up a house, paying calls and making new acquaintances - it is all utterly alien. This approach avoids the over-sentimentalisation which I find so grating with so much of Regency historical fiction. These people lived in brutal times. For all that their lives were governed by etiquette, they had a far closer acquaintance with death than we do now and it was good to read a piece of fiction that acknowledged this. Indeed, by inserting her two time travellers into Austen's sphere, Flynn's novel is a direct confrontation between our twenty-first social mores and those of Georgian Britain. Skating over the particulars of the time travel mechanism, The Jane Austen Project is less science fiction and more thought experiment. Slicing through all the fluff that comes with the wider fandom, Flynn tries to answer the most crucial possible question - what would it be truly like to have a conversation with Jane Austen? I found Rachel's careful attempts to blend in within the female sphere to be truly fascinating. Even when I read Eavesdropping on Jane Austen's England, it was striking how little was known about the lives women led. There is not even any real evidence about what they did to deal with menstruation. It is just not recorded. Still thinking as a doctor, Rachel is inquisitive about every habit. She asks one woman about how she feeds her baby, she observes Jane herself for signs of the illness which will claim her life and then wins the allegiance of Edward Austen by saving his daughter Fanny from choking. There was something delicious however in the irony of Rachel's ultimate diagnosis of Austen's malady which required one of the very Regency cures which had prompted such disdain. It would have been so easy to fumble the growing friendship between Mary/Rachel and Jane Austen. Too many authors would have had them cheerily getting on to first name terms within minutes. Flynn is wiser and more cautious. Still, as the Ravenswood 'siblings' grow closer to the Austen family, Mary/Rachel's conversations with Jane become more intimate. Ordinarily, I can feel strangely nettled by attempts to fictionalise the lives of real people but on this occasion, it did not bother me. Possibly it was the insertion of the time-travelling element which by made it a thought experiment and so less invasive. As Jane's understanding of Rachel comes a full circle, there is a nakedness to their dialogue that gave me the dizzying feeling that I really was hearing the words of the author herself. Her frank thoughts on the position of women - dismissing Mary Wollstonecraft as naive if she believed that her book would actually alter the status quo - it's more outspoken than any of her extant writings but ... it sounds a lot like her. Flynn manages to steer the discourse between the two women towards even the most shadowy aspects of Austen's life, such as the Bigg-Wither proposal, without it ever appearing unconvincing. For a subject area that has been done, done and then done again, it is no mean feat to achieve fresh insight. Flynn manages it here effortlessly. I so often start out historical fiction with hopes so high and then end up explaining grumpily to my partner that 'they've got it wrong again' while he nods sympathetically and gallantly tries to feign interest. Sigh. It's a real burden being the only Austen fan in the household. By contrast, The Jane Austen Project is a book that I was musing over for days afterwards. Even when the travellers return home, the ripples continue to be felt. There are questions to be had over what Austendom has meant to our world as a whole, about the significance of Austen's early death to her body of work. My only criticism is that I found Rachel's rapport with Austen to be so thought-provoking that, for me, the sub-plot around her relationship with Liam paled alongside it. As each generation reads Jane Austen in a new way, the woman she truly was is simultaneously destroyed and reborn anew. As the director of the Royal Institute for Special Topics in Physics tells Rachel, the past is a 'collective fiction like anything else ... It exists because we say it does'. We will never know who Austen the woman really was but this novel made me feel a moment of connection and for that reason alone, I will treasure it. ...more |
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For my full review: https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... I stumbled over this book during a visit to Mr B's Emporium in Bath (magical place!) and h For my full review: https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... I stumbled over this book during a visit to Mr B's Emporium in Bath (magical place!) and have been saving it ever since for my next Austen in August. I had never heard of it but was instantly smitten with the premise. The book's subtitle is "33 Reasons Why We Can't Stop Reading Jane Austen". My only complaint might be that surely there could be more. A Truth Universally Acknowledged draws together essays from writers both old and new, with contributors as diverse as E.M. Forster and Amy Heckerling. For an Austen fan, this is a rare treat. As a disclaimer, this is a book very much for those who like to read Jane Austen. Other than Amy Heckerling's fabulous account of how she came to adapt Emma into Clueless, there are few mentions of the film adaptations and the subject matter tends to concentrate very closely on the original texts. Carson has grouped the essays more or less thematically, so we get a few in a row on one novel and then on the next and so on. Yet while I was expecting Pride and Prejudice to overshadow all of the other books, Carson manages to keep the coverage pleasantly even. I found this book utterly fascinating in how it captures so many of the famous quotations about Austen as a writer in one place. We have Kingsley Amis' remark that the prospect of dinner with Mr and Mrs Edmund Bertram would be quite a chore, and also C.S. Lewis' comment that Fanny Price is a Brontë heroine in an Austen situation. There are many others. It was interesting to see how opinions on Austen shifted over time - she is a different figure as seen through the eyes of E.M. Forster or Virginia Woolf compared to the more modern contributors such as Benjamin Nugent. We have rewritten Austen repeatedly yet the process has been so gradual that it only becomes clear with collections such as these. Many of the authors commented on Austen's interest in social mobility. Mr Darcy is explicitly stated to be a good master and landlord and so he retains his estate. The Elliots of Kellynch are less responsible and so they have to decamp to Bath while the noveau riche of the Admiral and Mrs Croft take over. Anne Elliot cringes that this means that conditions will improve for the Kellynch tenants. All across Austen's fiction, the aristocracy are in a state of slow decay. The television adaptations which have become so ubiquitous over the past twenty years are celebrating a world that Austen's writing was seeking to challenge. This is one of the many reasons that I will always prefer the books. Like What Matters in Jane Austen?, this book is clearly marketed to an audience of fans rather than academics. However, I can see that readers with some kind of English Literature background are likely to find it more enjoyable. Brian Southam's essay on the text edition wrangling was worthy of something out of A S Byatt's Possession - fascinating for me but perhaps not something that the casual Austenophile would find entertaining. I also had to read Lionel Trilling's essay very slowly and even parts of it out loud to completely follow it. However, despite the density, it all paid off in the final paragraph which was sublime. There is a good deal of disagreement between the writers; W. Somerset Maugham contents that Austen was beautiful while Martin Amis calls her plan, etc, etc. Yet despite all of this, this cacophony of opinion is united in one thing - reading Austen is an interesting thing to do. I absolutely loved this book. Forever afraid of being a Book Snob, I am always slightly shame-faced when I read something quite so unashamedly literary but I devoured the whole book in under a week. It was brilliant to read such a diverse range of analyses on Austen's craft as a writer. There is no avoiding the fact that this is not a light read. Some of the essays are more engaging than others. However, I felt that every single one brought me a fresh point of view on Austen and on her place within the canon of English literature. My favourite essay though was perhaps that of Rebecca Mead, who provided six reasons why we read Jane Austen (the first of which was 'Because We Can't Ask Her To Dinner Even Though We'd Like To') and which closed with the killer line 'Why do we read Jane Austen? Because Jane Austen read Jane Austen and knew it was as close to perfection as any of us could hope for.' Definitely my favourite non-fiction read of this year's Austen in August, I think that this is a book I will be revisiting for years to come. ...more |
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For my full review: https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... For me, the strangest thing about this book is that it was published in 2003. Discovering For my full review: https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... For me, the strangest thing about this book is that it was published in 2003. Discovering it by accident in a charity shop, I assumed that it was part of the post-Fifty Shades bonanza for stuffing sex scenes into classic fiction. But then I remembered that the more things change, the more they stay the same. Lack of overt passion in Austen's novels has been a sticking point since her books first hit the shelves. Even Charlotte Brontë found Austen's writing hard to connect with on these grounds. So instead, remedies are sought and the main solution is fan fiction. Strange to say, but this is actually not the first piece of Austen-inspired erotica that I have ever read however it is by far the silliest. The premise is that two Austen scholars were staying at an English estate in 1999 and they uncovered a cache of letters by Austen which had been hidden after her death by her sister Cassandra. The letters detail Austen's battles with her publisher who express their horror at the scandalous content of her novels and demand that the offending scenes be cut out. She was forced to comply but with Pride and Promiscuity, we are finally reading her books as she really wanted them to be read. Ahem. What makes me laugh about the other reviews is how so many of them seem to have completely missed the joke. 'Some' of the scenarios weren't realistic, bleated one. Another complained that Eckstut hadn't 'quite' captured Austen's voice. Yes, the scenes are ludicrous and far-fetched. Of course they are. This is a book about sex scenes in Jane Austen. Get a grip! Jane Bennet's illness at Netherfield is revealed as being due to the trauma at having to fend off the lesbian advances of both of Mr Bingley's sisters. Elinor and Marianne Dashwood discuss their sexual exploits which include Elinor pleasuring both Edward Ferrars and his horse. Henry and Mary Crawford's relationship appears to have shades of the Lannisters about it. This book is a pastiche. We are not being asked to take it seriously. To be frank, I found the earnest efforts within Scenes Jane Austen Never Wrote infinitely more irksomene since their authors clearly believed them to be credible. Radio 4's sitcom Old Harry's Game has a recurring joke where Jane Austen is revealed to be a foul-mouthed Cockney who is quick with her fists. I could snigger at Pride and Promiscuity in a similar vein. It's not actually particularly explicit. If you want tasteful imaginings of intimacy between the new Mr and Mrs Darcy, I think you'd be better with Scenes Jane Austen Never Wrote. Here they just bonk on the grass while making awkward chit-chat. But even that is a clear play on the sexual tension which is so obvious when they have their unexpected encounter at Pemberley. Yes, it's sending up the novel rather than something to be taken seriously, but that doesn't mean that Eckstut hasn't picked up on something. There are definite moments which raised a laugh. I had to admire how Eckstut had pieced together so many of the most memorable phrases from Austen's personal correspondence and jigsawed it together to produce letters explaining the book's existence. The imagined scene where Charlotte Collins (nee Lucas) dresses up as Lady Catherine in dominatrix mode and orders her husband around was probably the most successful of the novel. We all knew that there was something very weird in Mr Collins' servility towards his beloved patroness. The idea of Emma pleasuring herself out of sheer delight at her own wonderfulness also has a ring of truth. The imagined scene of Mr Palmer utterly ignoring his wife's attempts to dream up fantasy scenarios made me giggle given that a university lecturer once commented in class that it was a real mystery how the two of them ever conceived a child. I also loved the idea that The Watsons had had to be abandoned entirely because it was just pure filth. However. These were isolated moments among a lot of other scenes which were less successful. Ultimately it was not as entertaining a read as I might have hoped. Despite presenting us with this anarchic re-imagining of the sex lives of Austen's characters, Eckstut's writing never feels particularly creative. ITV's Lost in Austen introduced a version of Wickham who was a true gentleman and who had taken the blame for Georgiana Darcy's attempt to seduce him to avoid her getting into trouble with her brother. We thought we knew the story, they flipped it on its head - it was hilarious. There are no equivalent moments here. Eckstut has tried to be outlandish here but aside from the Collins episode, her inventions fail to really bite into the text. More pertinently, in her desire to shock, she missed out some of the more obvious pairings. What kind of a relationship were Edward Ferrars and Lucy Steele having? How did Lucy end up switching brothers? Then there's Willoughby who was an accomplished and shameless seducer. Did Isabella Thorpe actually have sex with Frederick Tilney? Weirdest of them all, how did Henry Crawford end up sleeping with Maria Bertram when he was supposedly in love with Fanny Price? What Eckstut - and indeed many Austen readers - seem to have missed is that there are no 'lost sex scenes'. The sex in Austen has always been there. You just have to pay attention. I have probably mentioned before about when I first read His Dark Materials at the age of fourteen, how I was startled to hear two of my male friends discussing the sex scene between Will and Lyra. I was certain that no such thing existed. When I reread the book a few years ago, I spotted it straight away. So it is with Jane Austen. In John Mullan's spectacular What Matters in Jane Austen, he analyses the presence of sex in the novels and the important role of sexual desire across Austen's works. Helena Kelly's The Secret Radical takes the topic further, theorising that a key passage in Northanger Abbey represents masturbation, that Harriet Smith in Emma is Miss Bates' illegitimate child and that Edward Ferrars may be sexually deviant. She also traces out some of the disturbing implications around the sad history of Colonel Brandon's childhood love Eliza. Through her anti-heroine Mary Crawford, Jane Austen showed that she understood a rude joke about 'rears and vices'. Her side character Tom Bertram observed that Mrs Grant must lead a 'dull life' with the doctor and be in need of a lover. The assumed Prim Jane Austen does not exist. We know that sex is not overt in Austen but much of the action of the novels depends upon it. If it is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a large fortune must be in want of a wife, why is that? Because of male sexual desire; if a man has enough money to support a wife, it is assumed that he will want one. Mr Darcy is drawn to Elizabeth Bennet so strongly that all of his attempts to restrain himself are futile. He proposes even though he believes her to be an entirely unsuitable wife because he desires her. Mr Collins and Mr Elton are both characters described as being ready for marriage - this seems to be an Austen euphemism. Then there are the various husbands across all the books who seem to have blundered into wedlock with wives who they cannot respect because they were fooled by a fair face. Mr Bennet, Mr Palmer, John Knightley, Charles Musgrove - the list goes on. They may bicker, squabble or even ignore each other in public but plentiful offspring appear nonetheless. Even Charlotte Lucas, who manages her household so that she can spend as little time as possible with her husband, is pregnant by the end of Pride and Prejudice. Pride and Promiscuity bases its humour on the assumption that Jane Austen definitely knew nothing about sex, therefore it is comedic to write a book with a version of her being depraved. Since we know that the first point is not true, the joke doesn't quite work. Rather than ignoring sex, Austen's novels are often poking fun at the extent to which human behaviour is driven by it. So if Pride and Promiscuity is not entirely successful as a parody, does it work as effective pornography? Well. Here, I have to admit that I am not really the right person to judge. But I think probably not. A fun read but not one I am ever likely to revisit. ...more |
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For my full review: https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... When I spotted this book's title, I assumed that it was another novelisation of Jane Auste For my full review: https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... When I spotted this book's title, I assumed that it was another novelisation of Jane Austen's life. Like most people, when I hear the words 'Miss Austen', my immediate thought is of the author of Pride and Prejudice. It is so easy to forget that while Jane Austen was alive, she was not Miss Austen. That title belonged to her elder sister Cassandra. So many pages and pages have been wasted on whether or not Jane Austen ever knew love, who inspired her celebrated characters. People ignore the fact that by far the most significant person in Jane Austen's life was her beloved sister. Cassandra was Jane's confidante, confessor, first critic and companion in all life's trials. After death, Cassandra was also her censor, destroying mountains of Jane's correspondence and silently shaping the narrative which we have before us. We forget Cassandra - she barely warrants a mention next to the dashing Henry or the rich Edward - but it is her shadow which guides so much of what we think we know about the Austen family. In this deeply wistful novel, Gill Hornby explores not only what Cassandra might have been trying to hide but also what it meant to be one of those women who fall within the cracks of history. The book opens in 1840 with the elderly Miss Austen arriving at Kintbury, home of the Fowle family, the relatives of her long-dead fiancé. The Reverend Fowle has recently passed away so his youngest unmarried daughter Isabella now has the unenviable task of packing up all the family's possessions to make way for the new incumbent. It is not a convenient time for house guests but Miss Austen is a woman on a mission. She needs to track down all of the letters she and her sister wrote to the late Eliza Fowle over the years and destroy them. Doing her best to side-step the hostile housemaid and indifferent hostess, Cassandra scours the house discreetly as long-faded memories bubble up to the surface once again. Scholars and historians have long lamented that Cassandra Austen was such an effective gate-keeper to her sister's memory. There is so much that we do not know because Cassandra politely shut the door in our faces. So many of Austen's opinions are hinted at in her work but we cannot know for certain. I find myself imagining a horde of rabid Austen fans snapping at Cassandra's heels while she ignores them entirely and steps out of their way. Somehow though, in the act of effacing her sister's memory, Cassandra also seemed to erase herself. In Miss Austen, Hornby suggests that this was a conscious choice. As the narrative switches back and forth between the past and Cassandra's present as an elderly woman, Hornby examines the disconnect between the past and the narrative by which we choose to live. Cassandra remembers Tom Fowle's proposal and her own enthusiastic acceptance. She remembers the excitement of her first visit to Kintbury as the prospective bride of one of the sons of the household, a visit which contrasts sharply with her own unwelcome arrival as an old spinster to a dilapidated establishment. This short little tragedy is all that the world knows of Cassandra Austen. She was the girl who loved Tom Fowle. He died before he could marry her and she lived the rest of her life consumed by quiet grief for his memory. There is a dignity to this, a respectability to being the loyal not-quite-widow of a good man. Hornby's suggestion that this is a version of the narrative that Cassandra crafted herself is very thought-provoking. Cassandra had absolute faith in her sister's creative genius. She believed in Jane's writing and its long-term success. Is it so outlandish to believe that in censoring her sister's letters, Cassandra was protecting her own reputation too? Miss Austen also explores what it meant to be an unmarried woman in Regency Britain. Cassandra feels a sympathy for Isabella Fowle who as another unwed daughter has very little agency around her own fate now that her last parent has died. As the two women sit down to read Persuasion together, Isabella expresses a hope that there will be a happy ending in store for Anne Eliot. Cassandra asks her what form that might take and Isabella responds that of course it would be marriage - what other sort of happy ending could there be? Cassandra wants to protest that she has found happiness in her own unmarried state but knows that the younger woman would never believe her. Hornby is able to take a more unflinching view of the dividing line between the wives and the spinsters than Austen herself was ever really able to do. Elizabeth Austen has long been blamed for her husband Edward's lack of generosity towards his mother and sisters, an added cruelty since she does appear to have leaned quite heavily on Cassandra for support during her many confinements. But while Miss Austen does imagine her insensitivities rather vividly, it is as nothing to the way in which it conjures up Mary Austen, sister-in-law from Hell. That lady bursts her way into the narrative due to having been sister to Eliza Fowle, mother to Isabella. Not only does she shatter the fragile peace which has grown between the remaining women of Kintbury but she also represents all that Cassandra fears - another version of the family narrative. Mary Austen's status as villain of the family has been unassailable for years. She captures so many character aspects that we love to hate. She was of the Lloyd family, sister to long-term stalwart Martha Lloyd. Miss Austen suggests that the Austen women were fond of her and supported her as a prospective second wife to James Austen. That she should then turn on them once she had achieved the status of wife implies a back-stabbing personality for which few could feel sympathy. It also suggests that achieving wifedom could bring out the very worst elements of someone's personality. Mary was the cruel stepmother, the inconstant friend, the shrew and all-round viper in the nest. As Austen fans we can rejoice in the delicious irony that it is the sister-in-law who Mary treated with such contempt who has managed to posthumously trash her reputation. I loved Hornby's implication that Mary was the inspiration for Pride and Prejudice's Mary Bennet - it seems entirely plausible. I found myself thinking about all that Mary Austen represents. Her character type is so recognisable. She is the woman who has little to offer in herself and so takes undue delight in her relationship status. Bridget Jones decried the Smug Marrieds - these are Marys too. In my own single days, I met several Marys. They were the friends who would ask me what was going on in my life and when I explained that I had visited this place or gone to that event, they would give me a patronising smile and say things like 'Still single then?' or the more 'encouraging' - 'Well, that's how you meet people, by going out and doing interesting things'. All the time, that strange implication that single women must go about their business with the one-track obsession 'I Must Find A Man'. As someone now in a long-term relationship, I try to make sure that I never become a Mary - she really is incredibly offensive. Cassandra Austen's portrait of Mary Queen of Scots - often thought to be a portrait of Jane Austen Yet in other ways, I wonder if Mary Austen gets an unfair press. Well, I don't wonder it. I think that part is obvious. She was even portrayed as a serial poisoner in The Mysterious Death of Miss Austen, bumping off a significant percentage of the Austen family to clear the way for her affair with Henry Austen. Biographies often put the blame on Mary for encouraging her husband to ask his father to retire so that they could take over the living, putting Jane out of her childhood home and dooming her to an itinerant existence in Bath for over a decade. No fictional portrayal of Mary ever forgets to put in plentiful smallpox scars. The woman gets away with nothing. But then I remember the friend I had at university who sobbed uncontrollably that being single was a state of limbo. Ten years later, her viewpoint does not appear to have shifted. I can think of several extremely dear friends who have stuck it out with partners who came nothing near them in terms of intelligence or wit because the alternative was unappealing. If a capable, talented and charismatic twenty-first century woman can be afraid to go it alone, what must it have been like for Mary Austen, who was none of those things and stuck in the nineteenth century to boot? What if Mary was just insecure, knowing herself to be less intelligent than her sisters-in-law and thus forever on the defensive? One of the many beautiful things about Hornby's novel is that she both holds Mary to account but also allows space for a more nuanced reading of her character. Miss Austen is a miniature masterpiece, rich in detail and emotional complexity. Cassandra reflects on her life, on her younger self who accepted Tom Fowle's proposal with such high hopes and looks down at the woman she is now, full of aches but still as determined as ever to fulfil her duty. In a strange way, its title tells a lie. It actually is all about Jane Austen despite being set decades after her death. She is so clearly alive in her sister's love for her. Hornby's Jane Austen is quick-witted and sharp-tongued but also prone to low moods, particularly around her own uncertain fate. She was in need of protection. As Cassandra carefully edits the trace that the two of them will leave behind, she keeps tight hold of Jane. Ever the adoring elder sister, she keeps Jane safe from harm even after death. She watches in amusement as Jane's character defects are smoothed away by her nieces and nephews, noting the 'power upon reputation brought by an untimely death and a modicum of fame and success'. Not a word of protest will ever cross Cassandra's lips, even if it results in herself being dismissed as dull. Miss Austen is a book of huge warmth and real emotional depth. I loved that this was a novel that could celebrate Jane Austen without ever suggesting that she was incomplete due to being unmarried. Through Cassandra, Hornby even suggests that Austen was not particularly cut out for matrimony and all that went with it. Miss Austen celebrates the cathartic power of being in the company of good women. It is women who will clear up the house at Kintbury so that the new vicar can take up his post. It is another of the Fowle women who runs a creche for the children of the local villagers. It is women who care for Cassandra when she falls ill. The world may be run by men but it is carried by women. Of all my Austen in August reads, there was no other that made my nose tingle with tears like this one. There have been so many representations of Cassandra Austen as a life-long mourner with her face turned prematurely to the wall, someone who just gave up on life. Miss Austen reveals her strength, a woman who followed her conscience and followed her duty even as it rendered her invisible. She is only one of untold numbers of women who did their best for their families for little reward. Yet while most of those knew that they could hope for no more than to be remembered with kindness by the next generation and then to pass into oblivion, things were different for Cassandra. Hornby's novel made me see that Miss Austen had her eye on us, the future readers. She knew we would come and when we did, she was prepared. It feels only right that her valour be celebrated at last. ...more |
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For my full review: https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... Two hundred years since the birth of Emily Brontë, sixty-one years since the birth of Kate For my full review: https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... Two hundred years since the birth of Emily Brontë, sixty-one years since the birth of Kate Bush (the two of them born coincidentally on the same day), the myth of Wuthering Heights is still strong in the popular imagination. Is Heathcliff the Byronic hero or just mad, bad and dangerous to know? This is the question at the heart of this collection of stories. Compiled by Kate Mosse, it features chapters by established writers on the theme of Cathy Earnshaw's famous declaration. What though does that phrase really signify? What does it mean to be Heathcliff? I Am Heathcliff is a kind of follow-up to Reader, I Married Him, a similar collection which was published around Charlotte's bicentennial. I find it hard to imagine anything similar being put together for Anne next year. While this is unfortunate given her novels were the most subversive of the three, I think this is less a sign of her being under-appreciated (she definitely is) but rather more because it would be difficult to identify an equivalent 'iconic line' from her books on which to pin a collection. To be honest, even with Heathcliff, it feels like a stretch. Reader, I Married Him had stronger thematic unity as an anthology because it was centred around the idea of a woman taking control, of her marrying the man rather than vice versa. With so many interpretations of Cathy's line, I Am Heathcliff feels more disparate. Predictably, some of the stories are more effective than others. The book opens with Louise Doughty's particularly strong 'Terminus', a woman checks into a seaside hotel, hoping to stay ahead of her abusive husband. When he tracks her down, he says 'I am you. And you are me. We can never be separated Maria, because we are the same person.' The idea of someone getting into your head, of not being able to separate yourself from him - it unnerved me. Then Hanan al-Shaykh's 'My Eye is a Button on Your Dress' packed another real shudder as a woman sought to return to her lover only to discover ... well. Be careful what you wish for. Sophie Hannah's chapter 'Only Joseph' follows a mother trying to protect her daughter from an obsessive classmate, underlining the fact that a guy creeping after you all day long is about as romantic as persistent skin rash. Then there is 'Anima', in which a child observes a fox. Joanna Cannon's 'One Letter Different' observes sibling bereavement, with Ellis (less than subtle nod to Emily Brontë's pen name) visiting the Yorkshire moors with her foreshortened family. Lisa McInerney charts a destructive love affair with 'Five Sites, Five Stages', leaving the reader reeling as the two lovers crash apart. But then there were some others which left me more ... unsure. I found the connection in Dorothy Koomson's 'Wildflowers' to be a little tenuous. Even the otherwise breathtaking 'Amulets and Feathers' also felt a creature apart. Then there were other stories which steered a little too close. Erin Kelly's 'Thicker Than Water' brought the Wuthering Heights story into the modern era, something which never really works. Her obsessive 'Heath' sits in his hot tub and stalks 'Cat' on social media, trawling through her various accounts and thinking he should be done within two hours. When she dies, he desecrates her grave and is hauled off by the police, finally triumphant over 'Ed'. While clever enough, it feels far too neat and tidy to ever match the passion of the original. More of a 'Why bother?' The thing is, I've never really been a fan of Heathcliff, or at least not of the model of romantic hero that he symbolises. The brooding, grumpy narcissist constantly in need of an ego massage. No thank you, it's a swipe left from me. But what is interesting about the choice of title is that while at first glance it seems to be about who Heathcliff really is, the truth is the inverse. It was Cathy who said it. Cathy who claimed to be him. Heathcliff was not even there as a witness, having slunk off in a sulk a few minutes before when he heard of her plans to marry Edgar. He never heard how Cathy felt about him, only that it would degrade her to marry him. This is a missed connection between the characters. Would it have changed things? Or were they just too dysfunctional to ever be happy together? While I was so-so about Alison Case's spin-off novel Nelly Dean, her chapter 'The Cord' was fantastic. Heathcliff strides away from the house after hearing Cathy's words, furious. He is determined to break the connection between the two of them, to get away from her. She is not Heathcliff. He is and she cannot speak for him. Even more thought-provoking though was Michael Stewart's 'Heathcliff Is Not My Name', which makes the point that before he was Heathcliff, he was someone else. Mr Earnshaw called him after a child who had died but this was not his name. Still, the best chapter of all? The one that had me punching the air? Without a doubt, Louisa Young's 'Heathcliffs I Have Known'. Her narrator lists the men she has men who have tried to take control, who have hurt, who have raped. The Heathcliffs she has known. And then she rounds on Cathy herself and tells her bluntly that her ghost had better not be running over that moor to return to the man who has done her daughter such wrong. Cathy would be far better to stand up for her child and claw the bastard's eyes out. Unfortunately I am on the record as not having enjoyed Louisa Young's writing in the past but here I was jumping up and down and whooping in agreement. Preach! Modern phenomena such as Fifty Shades and Twilight indicate that this kind of obsessive love remains strong within the popular imagination. Yet increasingly literary critics purse their lips, saying that the romance between Heathcliff and Cathy only goes to show that Emily Brontë was a mere parson's daughter who never experienced love. Yet what about the parallels between Heathcliff and Rochester? On the other side of the playground, revisionists scowl at Heathcliff and cite #MeToo. What kind of a monster woos his wife by killing her dog? Who declares their love by grave-robbing? Really, who would ever want a love like Heathcliff's? A life like Heathcliff's? But then, if we despise him, why are we still talking about him and men like him? I feel that if we could answer that question, the mystery of human relationships would be an awful lot clearer. Examining the statement 'I Am Heathcliff' in the twenty-first century leads to some thorny discussions. At its best, I Am Heathcliff examines gender politics and the extremes to which we can be driven by desire. How we can try to write our love story onto another person without consulting them. How we can try to live with love after loss. Wuthering Heights is not a tidy book and this not a tidy short story anthology but the sixteen stories within are nonetheless engaging and thought-provoking. If, like me, you like to Brood about the Brontës, look no further. And let's cross our fingers and toes that the Borough Press think up an anthology for Anne too because she seriously deserves it. ...more |
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For my full review: https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... XX proposes the idea of ovum-to-ovum fertilisation, of a world where two women can create For my full review: https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... XX proposes the idea of ovum-to-ovum fertilisation, of a world where two women can create life together without any male assistance. At its centre are lesbian couple Juliet and Rosie who gain a place in the first human clinical trial after the government vote to permit the technique. While the pair try to remain anonymous, their names leak and a media storm builds. XX is another in a long line of novels exploring feminist ideas in fictional form, with recent examples such as Joanne Ramos' The Farm and Helen Sedgwick's The Growing Season. Still, XX takes a gentler tone, concentrating on the impact of o-o fertilisation on the micro rather than macro level. In their simple search for a family, can Juliet and Rosie survive the maelstrom that the o-o fertilisation has unleashed? Chadwick makes Juliet her narrator, an interesting choice since Rosie is the one who becomes pregnant. Juliet has always been ambivalent about motherhood, content in the pattern of her life with Rosie. She agrees to children as an act of love towards her partner. Initially they plan to use donor sperm but when the clinical trial is green-lit, the couple are excited by the possibility of a child who they would both be related to. Any other route to parenthood would, they feel, be second best. O-o fertilisation is described as functioning in a similar fashion (and with a comparable success rate) to IVF. Ten couples are accepted for the trial and of these, two women conceive. Rosie is one of these. Predictably, there is a strong conservative backlash against the technique with politician Richard Prior, a recognisable proto-Nigel Farage figure, campaigning for it to be abolished. With the method using two ova, the resultant fetus will only ever be XX and never XY, so protestors claim that men will become an endangered species. And there are the more familiar nay-sayers who claim that all children need a mother and a father, that any variation from the nuclear family is unnatural, that the whole set-up is an abomination. Having hoped to keep their participation within the trial private, conflict arises when Rosie and Juliet discover their names have been leaked to the press. The couple find themselves at odds over who might have betrayed them. Since Juliet is herself a journalist, pressure mounts for her to report on the story and her steadfast refusal to comment leads to a toxic atmosphere in the newsroom. XX manages a very successful commentary on the dog-eat-dog world of tabloid culture, side-stepping reporting on the science to instead cater towards the very lowest common denominator. In vain may the researchers behind the trial proclaim their academic credentials and explain all the work that has gone in, if Barry from Basingstoke says he thinks it sounds a bit iffy, then his opinion holds equal weight. Chadwick manages to make o-o fertilisation seem highly plausible, this alternate world where it exists is otherwise identical to our own. On a personal level, the premise of the book did gave me pause as I remember having a conversation around fifteen years ago with a girl who insisted excitedly that this technology was not far way. She was thrilled at the possibility of having a baby with her then-girlfriend. Science has not arrived there yet but she died by her own hand nearly five years ago - we were never close friends but her passing haunted me nonetheless. I wish she could have read this book. XX poses some thought-provoking questions on how two-mother babies might change the way our world works. The scientists suggest that it would have potential to help with endangered species, if two-ovum fertilisation could boost areas of low breeding stock. Heterosexual couples where the man is infertile could use a second egg from a female relative, akin to sperm donation. But then there is the undercurrent of concern. If women had a choice, would we not all wish to be guaranteed to produce a daughter? And with expectations of mothers so much higher than those of fathers, would even heterosexual women perhaps prefer to reproduce with a close friend rather than a feckless male who expects a round of applause every time he changes a nappy? However, Chadwick only makes these points in passing. In contrast to The Growing Season, which implies that its imagined 'pouch' completely changes how humans reproduce, XX makes a case for how little things would change. It is a biological instinct to wish to reproduce with the one you love; I remember realising myself that I no longer simply wanted 'a' baby, but rather to have my partner's baby. I fell in love with a whole new version of him when I saw him with our child. O-o fertilisation would never be able to undo that. I did wish that Chadwick had pressed home on the point about baby boys. I remember feeling very uncomfortable in an all female prenatal class as various women expressed disappointment at discovering they were having a son. There is something so very unsavoury about that rising expectation that all women must long for daughters, that a male child must be a disappointment. Not only does it feel like the worst ingratitude for a healthy baby, but there is something incredibly special about baby boys. If I were ever to have a daughter, I have no doubt that I would cherish her too but when my son was put in my arms, I would not have changed him for a kingdom. However, I did find Chadwick's depiction of Juliet's maternal ambivalence to be deeply intriguing. In the heteronormative model of parenting, we are used to men being outsiders to the physical process of pregnancy. But in this imagined version, Juliet is a mother who is not pregnant. She never even felt very maternal in the first place. She is proclaimed as the first female 'dad' and between the natural upheaval that pregnancy brings and then the mounting stress of press persecution, Juliet's well-being starts to buckle. By far the most rounded character in XX, Chadwick evokes vividly Juliet's awkwardness and low self-esteem. She seems so vulnerable, trying to preserve her family unit and her dignity as the tide rises round her - I just wanted to give her a hug. With growing awareness around perinatal mental health issues, I did wish that Chadwick had drawn this strand back together. There is nothing unusual or unnatural about feeling overwhelmed about imminent parenthood even in these most unusual of circumstances. The strange thing is that while the technology around the imagined o-o fertilisation may be a long way in the future, the debate around two-mother/two-father families belongs in the past. I am in my thirties now and a girl who I grew up with had two mothers - at least three decades of children born by donor insemination. Similarly, where once it was deemed unnatural for a child to be conceived in a test tube, these children too are long grown up and producing the next generation. We know that the sexuality of one's parents has no bearing on the kind of person you grow up to be. We know that the method via which one is conceived is equally irrelevant. Other than the obvious fact that o-o fertilisation does not exist, all other arguments against it feel like narrow-minded bigotry. XX bucks the general trend in feminist speculative fiction where the future is implied to be very bleak. Even though it is set in a world where post-truth right-wing populism also holds sway, XX has an optimism about what what the future might hold. Rather than fear-mongering about faceless corporations exploiting the fertility of women, XX keeps things on a personal level - two people who love each other decide to have a baby together. This is a story quite literally as old as time and yet whenever we see that two has become three, that a new life has begun, the human instinct is to rejoice in a new family's happiness. Although other reviews have labelled XX as provocative, I actually found it to be the opposite. It is not about the technology, which as we know does not yet exist. It is about challenging our expectations of what a family should be. Rather than any attempt to be ground-breaking, Chadwick instead states the case quietly for small steps being the key to a more inclusive and diverse view of the nuclear family. ...more |
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For my full review: https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... Game of Thrones is drawing to a close. Soon we will find out the ultimate occupant of the For my full review: https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... Game of Thrones is drawing to a close. Soon we will find out the ultimate occupant of the Iron Throne. Except. It's happening all wrong. It's on TV rather than on the page. There's still no sign of when The Winds of Winter will ever arrive and only a blind optimist still expects to ever read A Dream of Spring. There are a lot of reasons why this has happened. The series has become overburdened with its huge cast, each of whom seem to have complex sub-plots of their own, the young people started out too young and Martin was never able to incorporate his planned five year leap ... and so on. A Song of Ice and Fire has come to feel a little doomed. Martin seems now more in love with the setting he has created, the land of Westeros, than with the series which must be a source of enormous pressure. With this in mind, it seemed a good time to step back and look at A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, the collection of Dunk and Egg novellas, set a century before the War of the Five Kings. Rather than the frustrations of the current situation, I wanted to remember what drew me to Westeros in the first place.The tales of Dunk and Egg refer to the legendary Ser Duncan the Tall and his squire, Egg. More on the latter later. The characters in A Song of Ice and Fire, particularly the younger ones, occasionally tell stories of Ser Duncan's legendary prowess and there are hints that he is an ancestor to Ser Brienne of Tarth. In A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, Martin charts his rise from Flea Bottom scamp and slow climb up the knightly ladder. The first story is The Hedge Knight, then on to The Sell Sword and then finally The Mystery Knight. In classic Martin style, a further four novellas are planned but none have been released since 2010.We know from Maester Aemon up at the Night's Watch that Dunk eventually rises high, becoming Lord Commander of the Kingsguard under King Aegon the Unlikely, one of the great Targaryen kings. When we first encounter Dunk however, he is seventeen years old, nearly seven feet tall and a mere hedge knight with barely a penny to his name. He has only the most forlorn of hopes that he will ever improve his circumstances. After the death of his master, Dunk sets off for the Ashford tourney, knowing that one lost lance will be the end of his ambitions. The loser at a joust has to give up his armour and sword to the victor. If they want them back, they have to pay a ransom and Dunk has no money to do so.At an inn on the way however, Dunk meets a stable boy with a shaved head who goes by the name of Egg. Despite attempts to shake him off, Egg is insistent that a knight always needs a squire and that Dunk needs one even more than the average knight. Having also once been a boy all alone in the world, Dunk feels protective and makes a place for him. Dunk stands in contrast to most if not quite all the knights they meet at the tourney since despite his low birth, he cares less about the glory and more about what the knightly code of conduct. In this he has much in common with his descendant Brienne of Tarth. Both stand as outsiders and yet both show greater honour and valour than those born to the life. Egg has chosen his mentor well.The relationship between Dunk and Egg gives the stories their heart. Even when Egg's true identity is discovered (spoilers: he is no mere stable boy), his admiration for Dunk is unquestionable. Aged eight in the first story, he has been surrounded for all his life with figures of authority and yet he finds none so worthy of his loyalty and respect as this nobody from Flea Bottom. The contrast between the boy Egg and the position he holds is striking in each story - he can go from scared child running to Dunk for help to angry lordling in less than a minute. In the same way, when Dunk realises who his squire really is, his fondness for the boy never wavers. He understands what it is to seek adventure. They are a fantastic double act.The pair travel through a Westeros which is both different and rather similar to the one we are familiar with from Ice and Fire. On the one hand, the Targaryens are secure on the Iron throne and have been for centuries. It is unthinkable for another house to take their place. However, exactly which Targaryen or indeed Targaryen descendant will get that sought after seat remains a sorely contested question. A twist of fate, a misplaced swing of a mace - everything can change so quickly. The Blackfyre rebellions keep on coming and you will never get an outcome that pleases everyone.As a long-term nerd, I have always enjoyed seeing how George R R Martin takes the events of history, jazzes them up and then plonks them in Westeros. The Blackfyre rebellions makes for a fantastic re-working of both the Monmouth rebellion and the further Jacobite insurgencies. The choice between the Red and Black Dragon, between Daemon Targaryen and his half-brother Daeron Blackfyre also bears similarities to the Stephen-Matilda conflict. Perhaps because of this, but for other reasons too, there were moments in all three stories which reminded me of The Brother Cadfael Mysteries. That in itself indicates a real shift in pace from Ice and Fire, with a more gentle mood behind Seven Kingdoms despite the shared brutal landscape.Although I enjoyed all three, my favourite was The Sworn Sword. In this one, Dunk and Egg find themselves in service to Ser Eustace Osgrey, an aged knight who lost all of his children one way or another during the first Blackfyre rebellion. Ser Eustace comes into conflict with the lady in the neighbouring manor and Dunk tries to help keep the peace, then has to train the local villagers for battle. The shadow of Blackfyre hangs over the entire story. Early on, we hear that Ser Eustace spends all his time with his boys in the blackberry patch. Only later do we discover that this is where they were all buried. The reason why the villagers are so ill-suited for battle is that a generation was wiped out fighting for their lord during the rebellion. Ser Eustace's pride in his family name has grown twisted and is bound up with Blackfyre and his speech about how the events unfolded is one of the most iconic passages that Martin has ever written. Ser Eustace understands the game of thrones better than anyone - he has well and truly lost the round.I can see why the people of Westeros would remember Ser Duncan the Tall with affection, but Seven Kingdoms concludes before he has really hit his stride. We are still a long, long way before he reaches the command of the Kingsguard and other than the incident at the Ashford tourney, one wonders whether any of these tales would be ones memorable enough to retell by the fireside. Martin has not yet made Dunk a legend. The stories are more about what it takes to truly be a knight - the risk, obstacles, sacrifice and how very, very easy it is to fall short. Some hedge knights lose their rounds deliberately in the hope of securing favour from the lord who has 'bested' them. Others sneer at the master they serve and try to steal when his back is turned. In harsh winters, an impoverished knight may resort to highway robbery. Ser Duncan the Tall is determined not to be any of these.Despite the bleak moments, there is a sweetness to A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms which made it a real comfort read. Egg is a lovely child who manages to be wise beyond his years without ever being irritating. He can reel off the heraldry of every major house which makes him a useful guide to both Dunk and the reader and given the boy's background, it is hardly surprising that he is an expert. I had managed to read The Hedge Knight years ago but I was especially glad to find the stories in one place because they come with Gary Gianni's stunning illustrations. I loved how he captured Egg, particularly the straw hat. The tales of Dunk and Egg were pleasure enough but with Gianni's artwork, Seven Kingdoms becomes a book of rare beauty. No matter how Ice and Fire finishes, I will always want to read more about Westeros. ...more |
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For my full review: https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... In drawing up my Greek Mythology Challenge list, I felt that I needed to choose something For my full review: https://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/... In drawing up my Greek Mythology Challenge list, I felt that I needed to choose something by Madeline Miller. Her 2011 novel The Song of Achilles won the Orange Prize but in the end I just could not face another representation of Achilles. Particularly as I had the vague notion that her portrayal was likely to be sympathetic. After this many retellings, I can't see him as a hero any more. So instead I turned to Circe, oddly enough the first character from Greek mythology who I ever heard about. She featured in an audiobook on the car radio during a day out with a friend's family when I was very little. It was some kind of children's version of The Odyssey so the more gruesome aspects had been presumably excised but yet still I remember feeling frightened of this lady sorceress, casually turning men to swine. All these years and years later, I was intrigued to see if she could still cast a spell. Eldest child of god of the sun Helios and the naiad Perse, yet Circe is the least loved of her four siblings and a lowly nymph to boot. Circe is an outsider among the immortals, mocked and ignored. She secretly shows kindness to Prometheus when he is punished for giving humanity fire and she later falls in love with Glaucus, a moral fisherman. As Circe discovers her powers, she makes Glaucus immortal but at that point, he spurns her and chooses another nymph Scylla to be his bride. Devastated, Circe turns Scylla into a monster who plagues sailors and the seas for generations. But then Circe is filled with guilt, confesses all and is exiled for her crimes to the isle of Aiaia. I've posted before about the varying depictions of witches in literature and mythology. Circe is a particularly interesting example, best known as the enchantress who imprisons Odysseus and takes him as her lover. For an ancient audience, Circe is an example of what can happen if women aren't kept in their place. For a modern one, her story sparkles with possibilities. The risk that any writer runs when seeking to write a figure from antiquity (or indeed from any point of history) is that one can all too easily stumble into anachronism. All too often I have begun a piece of historical fiction that I thought looked promising only to find that lo and behold another heroine who speaks her mind and gosh darn the consequences. The lens of feminism can obscure our understanding of the realities of their situation. In making her protagonist a shy and awkward young woman with a good heart, does Miller bring us closer or further away to the real Circe? Emma Hart as Circe c.1782 George Romney Miller's mission seems to be to make Circe relatable. Her indignities are those of humanity. She is insulted, mocked, bullied, betrayed, exiled. She lives alone, she grows her crops, her space is invaded and she is assaulted. Take out the mythic element and Circe is really just one woman's emotional journey. Is she believably of her own time though? I'm not sure but I think that Miller has managed her set-up to sidestep the issue. Circe is an outsider. Miller noted that Homer described Circe as speaking like a mortal. What Homer meant by that is unclear so Miller fleshes it out to rendering Circe neither fish nor fowl; she is an immortal who speaks like a human. If she seems unusual, it is because that is what she is. I loved how Miller's narrative takes its reader on a voyage through the highlights of Greek mythology. We visit her malicious sister Pasiphaë as Circe is called upon to assist in the birth of the Minotaur. Miller even manages to make this savage little beastie seem rather sweet. While there, Circe gets to meet Daedalus and we can see how his paternal love has left him utterly doomed. Even on her island, Circe receives visitors. Hermes is her occasional lover, as long as Circe never shows him any weakness or ever dares to be dull. Her niece Medea arrives one dark night, along with Jason and the Argonauts. Shipwrecked sailors stop on her island and when their minds turn to rape, she turns them into pigs. Until one day Odysseus arrives at her door. We are used to thinking of Circe as a sexy sorceress. Emma Hamilton famously posed as such for George Romney. Miller's vision of her is more nuanced. Homer described Circe as having beautiful braids but Miller notes that she chooses this hairstyle as most practical while tending her herbs. When I think back on Circe, it seems to be a story about love rather than a love story. It's about how loving someone does not mean that you know them, or that you have rights over them or that they will ever love you. Circe loves her youngest brother from the moment of his birth. Yet he casts her off and she witnesses him become a monster. Circe shares a moment of understanding with Daedalus and mourns his sorrows but yet she recognises that she has no claim over him, 'But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.' There is such a quiet and exquisite pain to those connections. I suppose in that respect, Circe is a study of loneliness. You can be lonely in the midst of your family if you are not valued. You can definitely be lonely locked up tight in your bond with your new baby. And then there is Odysseus. Beloved by Circe, the father of her child - yet does she know his true nature? It's dubious. The trouble with Odysseus is that from his synopsis, you think he is a hero. And then you read the actual story. Circe observes to the reader that she has heard how her tale has been told and that 'Humbling women seems to me a chief pastime of poets'. Listening to the most recent series of Natalie Haynes Stands Up For The Classics, I was struck by Haynes' observation that in the original sources, women have speeches but that these are lost as the stories are adapted over time. Circe is incredibly rare in her role as a female character in classical mythology existing without male authority and Miller takes full advantage of this. Hermes jokes that nymphs are really only good for hunting and Circe glares. When sailors arrive at her island, at first they call her goddess as they are so grateful to see another human face. Then they ask where her husband is. Her father? Her brothers? An uncle? And when they realise that there are none such, they decide to take possession. No wonder she turned them into pigs. She was just revealing their true nature. Every so often, one breaks free of the pen and hurls itself off the cliffs. Their little pig faces squeal 'sorry' but Circe observes that they are just sorry that they got caught, 'Sorry that you thought that I was weak but you were wrong'. In Miller's retelling, Circe does not kneel for Odysseus. She is never less than his equal. Still, the aspect of the novel which resonated the most strongly for me was its depiction of Circe as a mother. Reading this a little over a year after becoming one myself, I recognised the way that she 'did not go easy to motherhood. I faced it as soldiers face their enemies, girded and braced, sword up for the coming blows. Yet all my preparations were not enough'. Circe only knows the ways of immortal infants. She makes twenty swaddling cloths for her coming child and thinks herself ready. These do not even get her through the first day of her son's life. Ah Circe, no number would have ever been enough. The claustrophobia of colic, the way that you miss your pre-motherhood self even as you fall ever deeper in love with your child. It is rare to find the chaos of the newborn phase presented so vividly in fiction. The centuries pass as Circe serves out her exile on Aeaea but while her immortality gives her an unbeatable vantage point to observe classical mythology's major events, it also proves a heavy burden for her to carry. I was impressed at how Miller has created a story from a wide variety of sources which is both her own and also still has contemporary relevance. Circe has been one of the undoubted highlights of my Greek Mythology Challenge, granting a voice to the forgotten females of classical mythology and managing to do so without being incredibly depressing. Vibrant, uplifting and celebrating what it means to be truly human, Circe is a magical read. ...more |
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