Wednesday Reading Meme
Feb. 28th, 2018 01:30 pmWhat I’ve Just Finished Reading
Susan Coolidge’s What Katy Did Next, the third book in the What Katy Did trilogy, in which Katy goes to Europe, travels about, nurses a sick girl, and - spoilers I suppose, but how else is a 19th century novel series about a young girl going to end? - finds love.
It cuts off before the wedding, which I thought was a little mean: I wanted to see Katy all in orange blossom, and sailing off to new adventures with her husband the navy officer! Oh well. But then again there is yet ANOTHER sequel (Clover), so I may yet have my wish. And probably see Katy’s little sister Clover married too.
What I’m Reading Now
I’m working on Alice Hoffman’s Nightbird, which is almost but not quite a thing I love - a portrait of a town, in this case a New England town, and a mildly uncanny one at that, and all in all it should be right up my alley but the town just doesn’t feel quite well-realized enough to me. It doesn’t feel solid. The attempted uncanniness is in peril of slipping into twee.
And I’m nearly done listening to Eleanor and Park. ELEANOR’S STEPFATHER IS THE WORST THE WORST THE ACTUAL WORST, although honestly her mother is pretty awful too; I just can’t get over the fact that her financial situation (along with all her other life situations) actually got worse after she married this horrible man. There is literally no excuse!
She tells Eleanor “Oh, I need a husband because otherwise when you kids are grown up I’ll be all alone,” but (1) the youngest of her pre-remarriage children is FIVE, she has more than a decade in which to figure things out, and (2) I can only hope that her new husband will get die in a not-so-tragic accident with a trash compactor and then all her children will abandon her the moment they turn 18 because they can't forgive her for ruining their lives by marrying that awful horrible man. It would be poetic justice for her to end up all alone when she threw her kids under the metaphorical bus in a desperate attempt to avoid it.
I’ve also been reading another Sara Jeannette Duncan (someday I’m going to convince someone to join me in reading Sara Jeannette Duncan, the most archly sarcastic writer in late nineteenth-century Canada), A Voyage of Consolation. Even the title of this book is sarcastic. The narrator Mamie embarks on a “voyage of consolation” to Europe after her engagement breaks, even though she is notably lacking in any need of consolation whatsoever.
Once in Europe, she runs into Mr. Dod, a young man whom she has known since childhood - who is attempting to romantically pursue an English girl named Miss Portheris. (“Miss Portheris only came out two months ago,” remarked Mr. Dod, with the effect of announcing that Venus had just arisen from the foam.)
However, an Englishman - who proposed to Mamie in a previous novel - is also attempting to win Miss Portheris’s hand! Mamie attempts to deflect his attention. This leads to exchanges between the Englishman and Mamie like -
”Marriage in England is such a permanent institution.”
“I have known it to last for years even in the United States,” I sighed.
At the moment my money is on Mamie & Mr. Dod ending up together. They were trapped in the catacombs together for hours! In the company of Mrs. Portheris, Miss Portheris’s formidable mother, who resorted to nibbling a tallow candle for sustenance during their seven hours ordeal, which perhaps makes the whole thing a comic rather than romantic interlude. But still.
What I Plan to Read Next
God, so many things. My next audiobook will be Roald Dahl’s Going Solo, which is a memoir of Dahl’s time as a World War II pilot (how could I say no to that?) AND is read by Dan Stevens, who played Matthew in Downton Abbey and more recently Dickens in The Man Who Invented Christmas, which I liked a lot - I don’t think I’ve ever seen Dan Stevens in anything I disliked - anyway, I expect he’ll be a fabulous audiobook reader.
And my next book-to-read-on-my-computer-at-work is Cornelia Meigs’ The Windy Hill, which was a Newbery Honor award winner in 1922. (Meigs went on to win the Newbery Medal in 1934 with Invincible Louisa, her biography of Louisa May Alcott.) 1922 is the first year the Newbery Medal was awarded and, because of the vagaries of copyright law, the only year for which some of the books are available free online, so after this I’m going to have to throw myself on the tender mercies of Interlibrary Loan, I guess.
Or I could start reading the Honor books from the most recent years instead of the most far-distant. That might be a better plan.
Susan Coolidge’s What Katy Did Next, the third book in the What Katy Did trilogy, in which Katy goes to Europe, travels about, nurses a sick girl, and - spoilers I suppose, but how else is a 19th century novel series about a young girl going to end? - finds love.
It cuts off before the wedding, which I thought was a little mean: I wanted to see Katy all in orange blossom, and sailing off to new adventures with her husband the navy officer! Oh well. But then again there is yet ANOTHER sequel (Clover), so I may yet have my wish. And probably see Katy’s little sister Clover married too.
What I’m Reading Now
I’m working on Alice Hoffman’s Nightbird, which is almost but not quite a thing I love - a portrait of a town, in this case a New England town, and a mildly uncanny one at that, and all in all it should be right up my alley but the town just doesn’t feel quite well-realized enough to me. It doesn’t feel solid. The attempted uncanniness is in peril of slipping into twee.
And I’m nearly done listening to Eleanor and Park. ELEANOR’S STEPFATHER IS THE WORST THE WORST THE ACTUAL WORST, although honestly her mother is pretty awful too; I just can’t get over the fact that her financial situation (along with all her other life situations) actually got worse after she married this horrible man. There is literally no excuse!
She tells Eleanor “Oh, I need a husband because otherwise when you kids are grown up I’ll be all alone,” but (1) the youngest of her pre-remarriage children is FIVE, she has more than a decade in which to figure things out, and (2) I can only hope that her new husband will get die in a not-so-tragic accident with a trash compactor and then all her children will abandon her the moment they turn 18 because they can't forgive her for ruining their lives by marrying that awful horrible man. It would be poetic justice for her to end up all alone when she threw her kids under the metaphorical bus in a desperate attempt to avoid it.
I’ve also been reading another Sara Jeannette Duncan (someday I’m going to convince someone to join me in reading Sara Jeannette Duncan, the most archly sarcastic writer in late nineteenth-century Canada), A Voyage of Consolation. Even the title of this book is sarcastic. The narrator Mamie embarks on a “voyage of consolation” to Europe after her engagement breaks, even though she is notably lacking in any need of consolation whatsoever.
Once in Europe, she runs into Mr. Dod, a young man whom she has known since childhood - who is attempting to romantically pursue an English girl named Miss Portheris. (“Miss Portheris only came out two months ago,” remarked Mr. Dod, with the effect of announcing that Venus had just arisen from the foam.)
However, an Englishman - who proposed to Mamie in a previous novel - is also attempting to win Miss Portheris’s hand! Mamie attempts to deflect his attention. This leads to exchanges between the Englishman and Mamie like -
”Marriage in England is such a permanent institution.”
“I have known it to last for years even in the United States,” I sighed.
At the moment my money is on Mamie & Mr. Dod ending up together. They were trapped in the catacombs together for hours! In the company of Mrs. Portheris, Miss Portheris’s formidable mother, who resorted to nibbling a tallow candle for sustenance during their seven hours ordeal, which perhaps makes the whole thing a comic rather than romantic interlude. But still.
What I Plan to Read Next
God, so many things. My next audiobook will be Roald Dahl’s Going Solo, which is a memoir of Dahl’s time as a World War II pilot (how could I say no to that?) AND is read by Dan Stevens, who played Matthew in Downton Abbey and more recently Dickens in The Man Who Invented Christmas, which I liked a lot - I don’t think I’ve ever seen Dan Stevens in anything I disliked - anyway, I expect he’ll be a fabulous audiobook reader.
And my next book-to-read-on-my-computer-at-work is Cornelia Meigs’ The Windy Hill, which was a Newbery Honor award winner in 1922. (Meigs went on to win the Newbery Medal in 1934 with Invincible Louisa, her biography of Louisa May Alcott.) 1922 is the first year the Newbery Medal was awarded and, because of the vagaries of copyright law, the only year for which some of the books are available free online, so after this I’m going to have to throw myself on the tender mercies of Interlibrary Loan, I guess.
Or I could start reading the Honor books from the most recent years instead of the most far-distant. That might be a better plan.
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Date: 2018-02-28 07:54 pm (UTC)I had to recalibrate this sentence for the nineteenth century and realize she did not in fact find love with the sick girl, even though that's a perfectly classic way of meeting your true love in many novels. How did she meet the naval officer instead?
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Date: 2018-02-28 08:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-02-28 08:02 pm (UTC)When I was young and I first read What Katy Did Next I got so annoyed because she went to England in November and then complained that the weather wasn't as nice as Nice and she didn't like it, and I was very put out. I mean, if you go to London in the middle of November, what do you expect? She should have gone to Nice in November and England in the summer!
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Date: 2018-02-28 08:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-02-28 09:47 pm (UTC)They were trapped in the catacombs together for hours! In the company of Mrs. Portheris, Miss Portheris’s formidable mother, who resorted to nibbling a tallow candle for sustenance during their seven hours ordeal, which perhaps makes the whole thing a comic rather than romantic interlude. But still.
Well, I'm sold anyway. Except I doubt there is easy offline access to such things, but one day I will have an e-reader and maybe even more brain.
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Date: 2018-03-01 12:30 am (UTC)2018 is still the Year of Making No Promises, but I've been meaning to read Sara Jeannette Duncan for a long, long time.
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Date: 2018-03-02 01:14 am (UTC)It seems unlikely, but in the event that I ever run across a physical copy of a Sara Jeannette Duncan book in the wild, I will send it to you at only slightly less than the speed of light.
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Date: 2018-03-01 10:33 am (UTC)I think the next 2 books are... better left unread, tbh. But I totally understand if you want to satisfy your curiosity! They're such a charming family.
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Date: 2018-03-02 01:16 am (UTC)If I read Clover and I'm filled with sadness, at least I'll know to come to you for commiseration! At any rate I don't think Susan Coolidge could possibly so anything crueler than Seven Little Australians, so it ought to be comparatively safe.
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Date: 2018-03-02 11:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-03-01 12:49 pm (UTC)But oh ye fishes and little gods, her stepfather and her mother! :(
They reminded me SO MUCH of my own parents... :( :( :(
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Date: 2018-03-01 02:31 pm (UTC)“Miss Portheris only came out two months ago,” remarked Mr. Dod, with the effect of announcing that Venus had just arisen from the foam.
*snnnrrrrrk* Okay, I'd never heard of Sarah Jeanette Duncan before but I may have to look into her. I'm quite fond of that kind of dry sarcasm, although I hope it's tempered with fondness (rather than contempt, which is sadly common amongst sarcastic/satirical writers) for her characters.
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Date: 2018-03-02 01:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-03-02 01:46 pm (UTC)It's kind of amazing how blind we can be to our own relationship dynamics and their effects on others. :/
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Date: 2018-03-03 12:19 pm (UTC)I suspect I was just too young all round for What Katy Did Next. Judging from my vague memories of it, it was more serious than the first two books, and one of the things I'd adored about the first two books was the games Katy plays.
I'll be interested to hear what Clover's like, if you read it. I haven't.
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Date: 2018-03-04 01:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-03-16 07:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-03-16 08:21 pm (UTC)I've also been meaning to read A Social Departure: How Orthodocia and I Went Round the World by Ourselves, which is a thinly fictionalized memoir about two young women going around the world together in 1890. As I haven't read it yet, I can't vouch for it, but it looks delightful.
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Date: 2018-03-16 08:44 pm (UTC)Costs me nothing to load them all into iBooks, I'll pick when I get there. Thanks!