Sausage rolls on the bed, with a TV and a stereo in the room, and the occupants of the flat are looking for a LGBTQI+ flatmate to join their household.
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Sunday, 10 November 2024
MISS ELAINEOUS VISITS THE MUSEUM OF THE HOME...
Sausage rolls on the bed, with a TV and a stereo in the room, and the occupants of the flat are looking for a LGBTQI+ flatmate to join their household.
Monday, 4 November 2024
GHOST GIRL by LESLEY THOMSON
by
LESLEY THOMSON
THE BLURB:
A year after her father's death, the detective's daughter inherits a strange new case.
Terry Darnell was a detective with Hammersmith police. Now his daughter Stella has found a folder of photographs hidden in his cellar. Why did he take so many pictures of deserted London streets?
Stella is determined to find out.
One photo dates from 1966, to a day when a little girl, just ten years old, witnessed something that would haunt her forever. As Stella grows obsessed with uncovering the truth, the events of that day begin to haunt her too...
This was a bit of a nostalgia trip for me, as I used to live in Hammersmith, the area where the story is set. Weirdly, the author also has the same surname as the guy I was living with at the time, with even the same spelling. He and I remained friends after our break-up but he has now passed; and this was the time of the year when he suddenly died. I also might have an event to attend in Hammersmith soon. Okay, personally haunting/ linking facts aside, let's get on with reviewing this book, which I picked up at the free book exchange section at Southend Station.
Oh, but it all came back to me- the streets in the text were exactly where I played 20 years ago! I've blogged about my ol' home of Hammersmith before and will vlog about it soon; especially regarding down by the riverside and the bridge (Hammersmith Bridge is my favourite Thames bridge, and is one grand old lady...)
This was well-written and current to the culture of Hammersmith but (big spoiler alert!) I did manage to work out that Myra/ Mary/ Marion were the same person. I did (another spoiler alert!) mistakenly think she was the protagonist, and the person responsible for murdering the men involved with killing children in car accidents. It's a horrible theme for a book but this detective novel was written well, with characters who all seemed very realistic. Our main characters Stella and Jack were very different and very daring, and you kind of pick up on a man of two sides with Jack- on one hand he's a responsible train driver and on the other he's a tad whimsical, always looking for signs and has the ability to identify murderers- who he names hosts- or so he thinks. Is the fact that he broke into the house of a “host” realistic, though? Possibly not, but it was written in such a way to make it seem so, if you know what I mean.
The old man in the attic was downright creepy, and once you realise who he is he was none too pleasant in the early parts of the novel, either. But I did like his obsessional model of Hammersmith! This book trips along nicely, and it has certainly inspired me to read more crime novels by this author- the next is set in the same area- but it was the character of little Mary and her relationship with her little brother Michael that seemed the most touching and poignant for me, despite the fact that Mary's capable of doing weird things with angels in graveyards. I actually don't know nearby Ravenscourt Part very well, but I am tempted to venture there to see if the world's longest slide is a work of fiction or not, or at least have a nosey around underneath the railway line.
I'm also glad spreadsheet tables were included as part of the novel, so you could keep a track of who died and when and how, otherwise the story could have ended up being messy to read. Give this a go- I did take a while to get into it, and therefore had to backtrack, but once I did it was unputdownable.
Sunday, 3 November 2024
THE LONDON EYE YOUTUBE VLOG NOW LIVE...
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Thursday, 24 October 2024
MISS ELAINEOUS VISITS THE LONDON EYE...
The Shard is 310 metres (1,016 feet) high...
Waterloo railway station visible to the left...
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Sunday, 20 October 2024
SCARBOROUGH CASTLE YOUTUBE VLOG LIVE...
My Scarborough Castle YouTube vlog is now live!
This headland site has been intermittently occupied for more than 3,000 years. In the fourth century, before there was a castle, the Romans built a fortified signal station here; this diamond-shaped promontory lending itself perfectly to such a use.
Scarborough takes its name from Viking raider Thorgils Skarthi, who is alleged to have founded Skarõaborg in 966 AD. Could this be Icelandic folklore? There is no archaeological evidence to support this claim.
The great tower was built between 1159 and 1169, by Henry II (r. 1154-89), after he demanded return of a royal castle which had already been established here in the 1130s. The castle would have split in two during the 1644 Civil War raid, when intense bombardment caused half of the building to collapse.
Come and take a walk in my shoes and I'll show you King John's chamber block, two wells, a chapel and the wonderful views over the bays and towards Filey Brigg and Flamborough Head. We'll then nip to the church next door to see Anne Bronte's grave, then walk down to see a Butter Cross; a relic of Scarborough Fair.
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MRS DALLOWAY by VIRGINIA WOOLF
MRS DALLOWAY
by
VIRGINIA WOOLF
THE BLURB:
Clarissa Dalloway, a fashionable London hostess, is to give an important party. Through her thoughts on that day and through memories of the past, her character is gradually revealed. And so are the other personalities who have touched on her life. Their loves and hates, their tragedies and comedies, all are vividly, intimately- and quite uniquely- brought to life.
Mrs Dalloway, Virginia Woolf's fourth novel, marked an important stage in her development as a writer. With this book she finally broke from the form of the traditional English novel, establishing herself as a writer of genius.
THE REALITY:
I have to say, I approached this novel with trepidation. It's the “stream of consciousness” style, you, see, which I can find skittish and trying. It's not a book you can relax with- indeed, it's almost as if you have to keep on reading and are compelled to turn the page to find out where the threads of anyone's thoughts are going. And that's why the book is a success; once I started it I found it as hard to put down as it was to pick up, namely because it would draw me in and then fascinate.
Literary fiction is about the characters more than the plot, and in that this genre can be lacking, so you have to learn to respect it for what it is; which is an in-depth study of the day, in the lives of a collection of people. For me, its highest achievement was the way it could draw the next character into the plot (or, lack of a plot) seamlessly. That's not an easy thing to do when you're immersed with one person's recollections and nuances, but Ms Woolf does it, and it works. Indeed, I've taken a bit of a lesson on how to write from this book!
There were contradictions in this book, such as when Mrs Dalloway's “virginity preserved through childbirth” was mentioned, until you realise that it's all metaphorical and a state of mind, rather than being. I also wonder how autobiographical this book is, as it mentions Clarissa's liking, romantically, for her own sex, which is something Virginia Woolf was also inclined to. The saddest characters for me were Septimus and Rezia. It would appear that (spoiler alert!) this war-damaged soul could not give his wife what she wanted, and his demise from shellshock to suicide was painfully documented.
I have read a novel before which alludes to a moon garden in the style of Virginia Woolf- a moon garden being a selection of flowers whose leaves and petals glisten under moonlight and which release fragrance after sundown. This novel hints towards that, and I did love the idea of cabbages with leaves “like rough bronze” reflected starkly from the ground. It kind of added to the semi-but-not-quite-romantic and ethereal and insubstantial (because of the multitude of musings) nature of this book.
It's a short read and worth a go.