Sunday, 28 May 2023

ELEGANCE by KATHLEEN TESSARO

ELEGANCE

by

KATHLEEN TESSARO



THE BLURB:

Audrey Hepburn had it. Grace Kelly had it. Louise Canova does not.


Elegance, that is. Nor does she have the answers to get her life, looks and marriage back on track. Then one day she discovers a faded hardback in a second-hand bookshop. Elegance, an A-Z of style written by French fashion expert Madame Antoine Dariaux, is a revelation. From Accessories to Zippers, there is nothing that Madame cannot advise upon, including types of husband (and how to manage them) and shopping with girlfriends (don't).


When Louise takes the book to heart, her life is transformed. But as her old self begins to disappear, it is clear there is more to true elegance than she bargained for. Looking the part is only the beginning.



THE REALITY:

Another Filey charity shop find, and another book I demolished in under a week (incidentally, it was a book centered around the theme of style- very much like my last read). Based on a real style manual, I think Madame Dariaux's ideas have stood the test of time well- fashions may change, but the basis for delivering je ne sais quoi remains the same.


I did worry that this was going to turn into an exercise of discussing middle class relationship breakdowns- after all, it's easier to suck it up and stay if you're onto a good thing, in terms of financial ease, and there were definitely some successful/ monied characters in this book. But no, it did in fact do the opposite. Yes, we had some upper class types here, but we were constantly reminded that everyone is human; with flaws, heartbreak, compromise, the lot. Most of the people we met in this novel were extremely likeable, with the exception of Louise's mother-in-law, Mona, a thoughtless old cow if ever there was one, and a person I'm sure (spoiler alert!) she's glad she no longer has to encounter following her divorce from the bloke who's depersonalised a lot, as he's often referred to as just “my husband.” If this is the author's way of putting distance between Louise and Clive (I actually had to hunt to find his name in print) then it works. I also wished Louise had told her frumpy therapist where to go much earlier on. I'm not a fan of the “therapy for just about everything” approach which seems to be the fashion nowadays- no, I'm more a fan of “just getting on with it.”


I enjoyed watching Louise evolve into a person she herself was happy with, and I'm glad she followed her heart in the end. We come into contact with a lot of arty, classy types in this book which I liked. A book can offer an introduction into a world we haven't been a part of (sounds cliched, I know!) Most of all I liked the way the author linked her writings with those of Madame Dariaux- it made for an (another cliché coming...) extremely elegant read!


There is one quote that I can relate to, and that's “drama and passion are just clever disguises for a love that has never taken root.” I can think of two people from my past I can apply that to; men I never really got to know properly before...  And I'll leave it at that; names are not necessary....  

Sunday, 21 May 2023

THE GIRL FROM THE SAVOY by HAZEL GAYNOR

THE GIRL FROM THE SAVOY

by

HAZEL GAYNOR


THE BLURB:

When she secures employment as a chambermaid at London's grandest hotel, The Savoy, Dolly Lane's proximity to the dazzling guests makes her yearn for a life beyond the grey drudgery she was born into.


Her fortunes take an unexpected turn when she responds to a classified advert and finds herself thrust into the heady atmosphere of London's glittering theatre scene and into the sphere of the celebrated actress, Loretta May and her brother, perry.


All three are searching for something, yet the aftermath of the Great War has cast a dark shadow over them all. A brighter future is tantalisingly close- but can a girl like Dolly ever truly leave her past behind?


THE REALITY:

Well, this certainly had the ability to touch me! Bought from a charity shop in Filey whilst I was in Yorkshire, I started it there and finished it a week later, in floods of tears. It was (spoiler alert!) Loretta's predicament that got to me the most, and I liked the way her demise from illness towards death and its accompanying physical effects was subtly nuanced, and appeared to be perfectly researched.  Dolly's "Dolly Daydream" nickname also got to me (for reasons I'll keep to myself, but let's just say someone once called my that and I didn't live up to it, feeling rather a let down).


Oh, the roaring twenties- such a colourful time in history; when women were coming out of kitchen and creating lives for themselves in a riot of preceding Art Deco colour! I actually own one of the books the author used as inspiration, and of course I'm always going to love the references to the fashions of the day; the designers, the fabrics used and the glittering accessories. The author doesn't forget, however, that these events took place in contrast to the devastating backdrop of WWI, and I like how she addresses the fact that few came out of that experience unscathed.


I enjoyed reading about rebellion, apparent in Dolly wanting a better life for herself (and who can blame her? Even one-hundred years later people are still very much defined by their circumstances at the time of their birth) but also in Loretta and Perry, who didn't want the life their upper class (and apparently cold) parents wanted for them. We also got a sad taste in finding out that things haven't changed in as much as some men still think it's okay to take advantage of those women they perceive as “beneath” them, and this was brutally described on more than one occasion in this book.


This had a wide variety of characters, each with a different story to tell and a different path they chose to take (or had bestowed upon them) and finding out about their wants and needs kept the story moving along. I also loved the way the author made The Savoy come to life, both for the upstairs and downstairs residents, and enjoyed how actual fact was interwoven with fiction.  I liked the way plenty of "telling" is involved- I don't get the obsession with "show not tell" as you need both in a story and besides, a little telling can move the story along without wasting words.


A very long novel that I flitted through quickly- it was elegant in its conception, but I would have liked the author to drop some hints as to what happened in Dolly's, Perry's and Teddy's lives before that ending jump 50 years into the future.


Wednesday, 12 April 2023

DARK AEMILIA by SALLY O'REILLY

DARK AEMILIA
BY
SALLY O'REILLY


THE BLURB:-

In the boldest imagining of the era since Shakespeare in Love and Elizabeth, this spellbinding novel of witchcraft, poetry and passion brings to life Aemilia Lanyer- the playwright's muse and his one true love.

The daughter of a Venetian musician, Aemilia grows up in the court of Elizabeth I, absorbing a love of poetry and learning. Brilliant, beautiful and highly educated, she is mistress of Lord Hunsdon, the Lord Chamberlain and Queen's cousin. But when she falls in love with court playwright William Shakespeare, her fortunes change irrevocably.


THE REALITY:-

There is no doubt that the author of this novel is erudite in the extreme- this part truth, part fiction meandering was part of her PhD thesis and it certainly comes across as academic. Researched to the nth degree, I know something of Shakespeare, have read some of his works and have seen several of his plays at Shakespeare's Globe on the south bank of the Thames here in London. I'm not enough of an expert to know which were direct copies of his work within this work, and which were the author's meanderings. Either way, they worked.

I managed to learn some new words whilst reading this, which I am always happy to do:-

succubus- a female demon believed to have sexual intercourse with sleeping men

grimoire- a book of magic spells and invocations

...And use of greymalkin- an archaic term for a cat appeared throughout (when spelt grimalkin it can also mean a spiteful old woman) and I've always liked this word when it shows its feline face in historical fiction.

I also learnt a new curse: “Go and piss in a puddle.” ...Amongst many other such insults, and I'm always happy to educate myself in this particular field! Indeed this game of bawd, with a variety of characters- most of them owning horrendous faults- certainly came across as authentic. This fusing of fact with fiction certainly entertained.

But... It failed to touch me. Found in Poundland whilst I was in Middlesbrough for my graduation ceremony last year, it was put to the bottom of my reading pile. Despite its captivating cover and the offer of being something right up my street, it was something I could put down for weeks on end (although it was very easy to regain the thread) and raced through during reading sessions not because I wanted to find out what the ending was- rather, I just wanted to reach the end. Which was nothing spectacular.

I'm glad I read this fanciful tale of demons, spirits of the dead and a homunculus (little man) in a tube; and could relate to tales of love and passion (and certainly liked references to anything sexual or crude- this book had plenty of them). But I was also glad to say goodbye to it.  I was entertained but my heart remained aloof.



Wednesday, 29 March 2023

MISS ELAINEOUS VISITS THE HOSPITAL CHAPEL OF ST MARY & ST THOMAS...

 Time and time again I used to walk past this place until I popped in during Open House Festival, which is an annual celebration of London's architecture, buildings and neighbourhoods.  This was my third visit, was one of their additional bi-yearly open days and included a talk by one of the Friends of the Hospital Chapel.

This is the oldest building in Ilford- in fact it's the oldest in the London Borough of Redbridge-  and sits on what was once a busy (for that day and age) road.  Indeed, it is now an even busier thoroughfare- so much so that the chapel, which holds weekly Eucharist services on a Thursday as opposed to a Sunday (which leaves me somewhat confused) cannot expand into holding events such as blessings, vow renewals and funerals, as parking nearby is in limited supply.  Maybe that's why using the chapel for Sunday services would be a problem?  After all, you have to assume more would want to attend on the sabbath?

The Hospital Chapel of St Mary & St Thomas dates back to 1145, when King Stephen (r.1135-1154), William the Conqueror's grandson, was on the throne.  It has never served as either a hospital or a chapel (which also leaves me somewhat confused, but I'll try to explain...)
Here is the entrance on Ilford Hill...

Inside the old part of the chapel, where we sat down and had our talk (a newer, Victorian addition is to the right of the building, through the arches).
The building served as a hospice for 13 aged and infirm men, although historians differ as to whether it was actually for lepers (the term leper was very loosely used, and appeared to represent various diseases) and was founded circa 1145 by Adelicia, Abbess of Barking.  (I have come across variations in the spelling of her name:  Adelidis and Adeliza.)

Further up the aisle, and in those days Barking Abbey was a wealthy and influential nunnery.  The chapel was first dedicated to St Mary the Virgin.  Later, Mary Becket became Abbess, and added the name of her brother- murdered Thomas Becket of Canterbury- in dedication to his memory.
The nave and chancel were built during the 14th century.

The chapel survived Henry VIII's break from Rome, probably due to it having its own endowments and constitution, and probably because of its additional function as a chapel-of-ease (a church building other than the parish church, built for those who might have trouble reaching the parish church conveniently.)  It was taken over by the Crown, with Elizabeth I granting ownership to Member of Parliament Thomas Fanshawe, on condition that its charitable and religious work was maintained.  It was confiscated during the Commonwealth although they regained ownership, relinquishing it to the Gascoyne family in about 1727. 
The decoration here- including the rather effective twinkling starry sky- is down to the Victorians.

This is a Caen Stone Last Supper reredos (a large decoration or altarpiece often depicting religious images and placed behind an altar).

This 15th century altar stained glass window depicts the crucifixion in the centre, with the two Marys (Virgin and Magdalene) surrounding Jesus, and the other panels showing the chapel's namesakes: the Virgin Mary to the left, and Saint Thomas of Canterbury (Thomas Becket) to the right.

16th century Flemish heraldic stained glass remains in the chancel...

...These windows have been heavily restored...

The organ loft dates to the Victorian age, and you can see a bit of the carved India teak panelling which was added around this time.

Here you can see eight painted rood screen roof panels depicting saints.  The open-ironwork, part-tubular decorative screen reaching to the ceiling was once used to convey gas jets for lighting.
I don't think such a thing would pass modern health and safety standards!

In their pamphlet this effigy is listed as Sir John Smythe, one time Master of the Hospital.  But our guide contradicted this, saying that no one knows exactly who this life-size effigy depicts.

The Lady Chapel.  This whole section, to the south of the chapel, was added during Victorian expansion/ restoration in 1889-90.

This carved wood reredos is by Sir John Ninian Comper, a Scot who was considered to be a great Gothic Revival architect.

The Virgin Mary.

The crypt has been sealed since 1959, when the carefully arranged remains of 22 skeletons and three detached skulls, showing evidence of violent death, were excavated.  They were thought to be leprosy victims, but actually date to an age earlier than the chapel.
There are more than 60 lead-lined coffins, dating from 1821, and legend insists that there's also a secret tunnel down there- but apparently that's the stuff of make-believe, and nothing more.

The font, with behind it a stained glass memorial window by Edward Burne-Jones.

During recent conservation work this filled-in window was found in the original Norman wall.  It's thought that it was infilled during the first 200 years after the chapel was built. 

This rose window is attributed to Henry Holiday, part of the Pre-Raphaelite art movement.

The Gascoyne family married into the Bamber family, and a male child named Bamber Gascoyne existed in every generation right up until 2022, when the most recent holder died without issue.
I heard our guide refer to this as "the Bamber Gascoyne window" so perhaps it was one of this ilk who commissioned it...

To each side of the chapel sit almshouses, which were once quarters for "the poor brethren and the chaplains..."

...They have since been converted into modern, well-appointed flats.
From the outside they look charming.

Leaving the chapel, with Pioneer Point zooming up to the skies in the background.  Who'd have thought such a place would sit between the overabundance of new high-rise developments and the proliferation of chicken shops?

In 1982 ownership was assumed by the Diocese of Chelmsford, and the Abbess Adelicia Trust now undertakes maintenance of the building.
The distinctive gate as we left.

The Friends of the Hospital Chapel was formed in 1992, to help fund restoration and preservation.  Various low-key events- beside service and open days- take place, and there are some new and second-hand items, such as books, DVDs and cards, on sale around the chapel.  

It's a nice place to sit in and absorb a bit of history whilst sipping on a cup of tea and nibbling a biscuit.
Sometimes London can dish up hidden gems, and this is one of them.
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TTFN

The Miss Elaineous

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Monday, 27 February 2023

FROM MILK TO CREAM, an anthology by ELAINE ROCKETT

 


From Milk To Cream is now available on Kindle, for the value-for-money price of £3. I will release it as a paperback shortly, but for now the creative software involved is giving me the screaming habdabs. Here is the blurb:-

...Because growing up is so hard to do...
From Milk To Cream is a collection of short stories which depict that often traumatic- sometimes terrible- journey every young girl must make as she climbs into womanhood. It's a contradictory time- you're supposed to act like an adult but are so frequently treated like a child. How do you marry both?
Read about Ruby; the uncoordinated black sheep of her sporty family in The Bloodhead Trail. She befriends the other outcast that is her grandmother- a colourful character who's been married four times (including to a deposed prince, whose jewels her daft son thinks are buried in the garden), worked as a nightclub singer in London in the 1930s and travelled around the world.
In Poor Pudding Hannah is also close to her nan, but all is not what it seams as that woman has a very interesting way of dealing with a neighbour's unlucky white cat.
Revenge is at play in For Glory! as a little girl grows up and concocts a nasty situation for her dad's girlfriend, whereas in The Meddler Felicity seeks vengeance on everyone who wrongs her.
In Tabby House Sadie finds an abandoned home and sets about making it her sanctuary, but finds something a tad unsavoury hidden in a cupboard, whereas What's Wild is Wild is a wonderful and suspenseful murder mystery.
First interviews, first lust and first love are explored, culminating in The Hateful Ring; a brilliant story about a cursed piece of jewellery which affects three women in different time frames.
...This anthology is a tad dark, and references the real problems people have to overcome in their relationships...

Monday, 6 February 2023

MISS ELAINEOUS VISITS SOUTHEND PIER MUSEUM...

 The second museum we visited was Southend Pier Museum, which seems to only open at weekends, even during peak season.  Nevertheless, it's a great little museum and can be done in under an hour.

I've also created a YouTube vlog, link:-

Southend Pier is the world's longest pleasure pier, and extends 1.33 miles (2.14km) into the Thames Estuary.  Construction of it started in 1829, and the first stone was laid in 1829, on 25th July (my birthday.)  That wooden pier was replaced by an iron version, which opened to the public in 1889.  
The pier is a Grade II listed building.  

This museum houses a selection of pier trains, and this one below is very much like the two in use nowadays.
English poet Sir John Betjeman said: "The pier is Southend, Southend is the pier."  One of the pier trains is named after him.

Inside the train, and the other is named after Sir William Heygate.  He was a member of parliament, and led the public campaign to create Southend Pier.
Southend was granted city status in 2022.

The driver's cab, and the trains run every half an hour (every 15 minutes during peak season).

The pier has suffered its fair share of tragedy, including notable fires in 1959, 1976, 1995 and 2005
This cabinet houses remnants of a bowling ball found in the wreckage of the 1995 fire; caused by an electrical fault in the bowling alley.
 In 1908 a ship broke from its moorings and smashed into the pier causing significant structural damage, and in 1986 a tanker crashed into the pier.  Really?  It's hardly as if the pier is easy to miss!

Penny slot machines, and such amusements would once have stood on the pier.
We were given a handful of old pennies so that we could have a go.😀

Cabinet of promotional material and memorabilia pertaining to pier shows and events...

Southend-on-Sea ceramic souvenirs...

I don't believe this old clock was working- it was late afternoon, not 6.35 when we were there!

 
Model of The Brick Tollhouse- Southend Pier Victorian entrance 1885-1931.

This is a model of the Royal Sovereign- a 1948 coastal cruiser which operated between London, Southend and Margate.

I loved the mock-up of this end-of-pier snack hut, and popped in and did a vaudeville-esque theatrical pose!

Signal box, and we had a go at working the levers.

Original 1949 train.

The seat backs "flipped" from one edge of the seat to the other, so that you could face the required direction.


...Not necessary when you're sitting sideways, much like in the trains they use nowadays...

1949 Pier Train Driving Control Unit.


Kiddies' play train.

Original toast-track tram, with patrons dressed in various period clothing styles.  This tram ran from 1890 to 1949.

...They were so called because of their obvious resemblance to toast-racks...

Vintage viewing...

Lifeboat trolley wheels.
The RNLI has an offshore boathouse at the end of Southend Pier, plus a gift shop.

~Triptych of weirdos
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2024 update:
Two new pier trains replaced the Sir John Betjeman and Sir William Heygate trains in 2022.  
They are eco-friendly and one is named after murdered local Member of Parliament Sir David Amess (1952-2021).  Southend was granted city status as a tribute to him.  The other train is named after William Bradley (1850-1932), a pier stalwart who went on to become a local councilman and alderman.

The old trains were "retired" to the end of the pier, with the carriages providing seating and shelter.  This section of locomotive is in the area where the bar (destroyed in the 2005 fire) once stood.

Reaching the end of the pier, and the modern building is the Royal Pavilion, which is an event space which houses a coffee bar.  It was developed in 2000 and I'm unsure if I like it.

Beginning the long walk back...

These seagulls were divebombing for whatever fishy prey they'd discovered...

Looking over atmospheric water to Westcliff-on-Sea...

Pier panorama from the beach.

We sat on the wall and shared an ice cream, overlooking the pier and the fairground.

This is a shot of the Kursaal (Kursall is a German word, meaning "cure all"), which was opened in 1901.  It once contained an arcade, ballroom, billiard room, circus and dining hall.  In its time it's been an ice rink, zoo, rock music venue and a centre for trade exhibitions and sporting events.  
The last time I ventured in was in 2012, when it was a bowling alley.  Nowadays, this imposing building is sadly closed.

The Last Post is a pub inside former Post Office premises.  
I'll assume this guy swinging from the ceiling is a postie!😁

We enjoyed out breakfasts here- here's another postie, this time in a more agreeable position!😁

The industrial contraption is part of Tilbury Docks and I spotted it from the train as we passed near L
eigh-on-Sea (which I've since visited a couple of times.)

Of course, we have to have a Vain Old Tart birthday piccie!
The SuperDean wondered if I was posing this way as to avoid looking like I have a double chin, but no- I have no such thing, and was actually manoeuvring my head in such a way so my spots wouldn't be highlighted!

I originally took these photos to show off how bouncy my hair was looking that evening (although I did threaten to get a crew cut as the weather was hot, hot, hot...)

The SuperDean took this photo of Adventure Island fairground and Southend Pier the day we arrived, and it's the first time I'd ever seen them at nighttime.
The next day we took the l-o-o-o-o-ng walk to the end (1.341 miles, or 2158 metres to be precise) and then walked back again as we needed the exercise!

Southend, I will return.

Until then...

TTFN

The Miss Elaineous

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