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What I’ve Just Finished Reading

Paula Byrne’s Mad World: Evelyn Waugh and the Secrets of Brideshead, which I already wrote a bit about last week and which is very much of a piece with what I wrote. If you’re interested in either interwar Britain or Evelyn Waugh it’s interesting, but it’s probably not going to blow your mind. (It did give me a vague yen to read Waugh’s book Put Out More Flags so that’s something.)

And...that’s it. I haven’t gotten much reading done this week. :(

What I’m Reading Now

A. S. Byatt’s Possession, which is interesting but slow. The writing style is very dense, so it takes me a long time to read, although so far it’s been worth it.

What I Plan to Read Next

I have Barbara Hambly’s Crimson Angel! I’m pretty excited about that.

And I’ve also gotten my paws on a copy of Isabella Holland’s Trelawny, which IIRC was one of the books that spawned Modern Gothic, so it should be an interesting read.
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What I’ve Just Finished Reading

Lisa See’s China Dolls, which I didn’t much like, sadly. Many of See’s books (possibly all of See’s books? It might not be a major theme in Peony in Love) feature loving but difficult relationships between women: May and Pearl in Shanghai Girls, Lily and Snow Flower in Snow Flower and the Secret Fan. She’s clearly going for this dynamic again in China Dolls, but unfortunately the balance is tipped so far in the direction of “difficult” that it’s hard to see why they bother with each other.

Also, the book relied far too heavily on the fact that one of the narrators wasn’t telling the readers the truth, which is a device I find irritating unless there’s a really good excuse for it. The narrator is telling the story to her interrogators and therefore not telling it straight? Fine. The narrator is suffering from partial amnesia but telling us the truth as she knows it? Fine. The narrator is leaving out huge gaps of information because it’s convenient for the author? UGH.

It also means that the big reveal near the end falls completely flat, because there’s been this big betrayal and the character who made it trots out all these reasons for it. But we haven’t heard any of these reasons in her sections of narration, so it feels like she’s making it up to manipulate the others. We’re not supposed to think she’s lying to her friends and is actually a psychopath who gets her rocks off by pitting people against each other, but that’s the reading that makes the most sense.

What I’m Reading Now

Paula Byrne’s Mad World: Evelyn Waugh and the Secrets of Brideshead, which might be summarized “Maybe interwar Britain really was as gay as Jo Walton portrayed it in Farthing? I thought that making literally every single male character except the heroine’s father either gay or bisexual (and probably the father was just hiding his true proclivities from his daughter) had to be overstating things. AND YET.”

I’m much more interested in interwar Britain than Evelyn Waugh himself, but the book is good on both counts - although so far Byrne hasn’t convinced me of her thesis that Waugh wasn’t a snob; so far her main defense seems to be that he was, like, a hipster snob, being snobbish ironically. Okay then.

I’m also reading A. S. Byatt’s Possession, which is a mystery about literary and historical research. Why is this not an entire genre? I for once would read the hell out of it.

What I Plan to Read Next

I’ve been thinking about doing a Harry Potter reread. I read the first three books about five billion times when they first came out, but I haven’t reread any of it for years, because I found the later books progressively more disappointing. But now I feel a hankering to give it another go.
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What I’ve Just Finished Reading

I finished Elizabeth von Arnim’s The Enchanted April, with which I was ultimately quite disenchanted. I felt (as I felt when I watched the movie) that the ending is simultaneously too neat - all the young characters carefully paired up - but also leaves the old lady out: even if she didn’t find love, I wanted her to reconnect with her old friend Kate Lumley, or find a son who was thought long ago lost at sea, or something.

Also Paula Byrne’s The Real Jane Austen, which starts each chapter with some object from Austen’s life or her fiction - a family silhouette portrait or a cashmere shawl - and from there ranges out over some aspect of Austen’s life and English society. It reminds me Laurel Thatcher Ulrich’s The Age of Homespun, although Byrne lacks Ulrich’s virtuoso ability to start with a basket and end up encompassing the entire history of colonial America without ever losing sight of the basket weaver: Byrne is apt to get a bit lost along the way.

But nonetheless I enjoyed the book very much, because I’m very partial to the method. I have an idea for a book based around an advent calendar, where the object in the advent calendar becomes the nucleus for the chapter each day… I’m not sure quite how to write it; I think the danger (even more than the danger for most Christmas books) would be that it would become too obvious or twee.

I also read Edmund Gosse’s Father and Son, which I found even more engrossing than I expected, and as it’s three things I enjoy very much (a childhood memoir, about a childhood spent among an unusually intense religious sect, set in the Victorian era), I expected to find it pretty engrossing in the first place.

Gosse was the only son of two devout members of the strictly Calvinist Plymouth Brethren sect. His mother wrote exceedingly popular religious pamphlets and his father was a naturalist, and a quite highly regarded one until The Origin of Species came out and the elder Goss rejected it decisively. The younger Gosse is at his best describing this incident: he’s sympathetic to the titanic difficulty this presented his father, who hitherto saw no conflict between his work as a naturalist and his faith in a literal reading of the Bible, and does an excellent job delineating the turn of mind that led his father to ultimately cast his lot with Genesis rather than Darwin.

I would have liked a bit more detail about what the Plymouth Brethren believed, but I suspect that Gosse’s audience when the book was first published in 1907 would have been able to reconstruct a fairly accurate picture based on his allusions, so I can’t really hold that against him.

What I’m Reading Now

Marie Brennan’s The Tropic of Serpents, which alas strikes me as almost as slow to get started as A Natural History of Dragons. However, I very much enjoyed A Natural History of Dragons by the end, so hopefully I’ll have the same experience with The Tropic of Serpents.

What I Plan to Read Next

J. B. Priestly’s The Good Companions, once the library has fetched it for me through the magic of interlibrary loan. Interlibrary loan, where have you been all my life? I think we should consider a torrid affair.
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What I've Just Finished Reading

Mary Stewart's The Moon-spinners, which I found completely charming. It's a total goldmine for canon h/c if that is your sort of thing. Nicola is hiking in the mountains of Crete when she stumbles on a man! Who is injured! And slightly delirious! The night is cold, and so they must cuddle for warmth! It is adorbs and also full of pretty Grecian scenery.

Also Paula Byrne's Belle, because no one is showing the movie near me :( so I decided to console myself with the book instead. However, the book contains about a magazine article's worth of information, so it feels at once very padded - Byrne simply doesn't have many sources on Dido Elizabeth Belle - but also very cursory, because she breezes past a ton of other topics that she clearly does have sources for, any one of which would have made a more satisfying book.

I can see why centering a book on a late-eighteenth-century mixed-race English young lady seemed irresistible, but the sources are so thin that Byrne really should have just written a novel. Then she could have focused on Belle, which is clearly what she wants to do.

This is especially frustrating because two of Byrne's other books - the one about Jane Austen and the one about Evelyn Waugh's secret gay Edwardian Oxford romance (I'm assuming) looked rather interesting, but if they're like Belle they're probably not worth my time. On the other hand, unlike Belle, both Austen and Waugh left plenty of documentation, so probably the books won't suffer from the missing main character issue that Belle has.

What I'm Reading Now

Eva Ibbotson's A Song for Summer. This is going to to be the summer of all the Eva Ibbotson.

What I Plan to Read Next

I found a copy of Pamela Dean's The Secret Country! But only the first one in the trilogy, so maybe I should wait until I have the other two books before reading it to avoid frustration?

Also Jo Walton's My Real Children. I'm trying to avoid reviews of it so I don't feel overhyped for it, although given how much I enjoyed Among Others I may overhype myself without any help from anyone else.

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In other media consumption news, I am planning to watch Kings - or at least try to watch Kings - because, yes, Sebastian Stan. I'm so ashamed. Apparently his character spends a lot of time looking tortured, so hopefully that will make up for all the other parts of Kings that people complain about?

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