I spent a lot of my teenage years and early 20s reading blockbusters of various types, largely working my way through historical novels, of which I rate Dorothy Dunnett’s 2 Scottish series most highly (but more about Lymond and Niccolo elsewhere). Since joining the Clapham commuting masses, the opportunities for indulging in longer works of fiction have been reduced. However, The Map of Love proved worth lugging between CJ and Moorgate, and even all the way out to Walton.
The novel deals with the story of a London widow who travels to Egypt in the closing years of the 19th century seeking inner peace after the death/demise of her husband.
A true blockbuster complete with parallel love themes, the novel also educates the European reader on “Victorian”,
For once, choosing a book by its cover proved a good decision!
A great collection of short stories, themed around the scientific explorations flowing from the Enlightenment, and set against the backdrop of daily life – ordinary, and, in Ship Fever (the novella which closes the collection) extraordinary.
Ideas crop up in different guises throughout the collection – the most memorable being the part played by amateurs and women in piecing together the small discoveries and theories into the patchwork of the sciences we are taught today.
The past few days have been really nippy – clear skies today and c.o.l.d.
Have packed thermals for a weekend in St Andrews. Brrrrrr.
Off to bed now – enough of this Moveable Type re-addiction!!
I knew I’d forgotten some major flat event – The Blinds!!!
– Purchased painlessly and pleasantly parsimoniously from The Discount Blind Centre shop just off Northcote Road, from the young and helpful Gerhard.
– Collected (breathless after a 7 minute dash from Clapham Junction so as to arrive before the 6pm closing time – it rained, so ‘SWT services were subject to delays’) on Tuesday evening, in advance of annoyed/ing Antoinette’s visitation.
– Installed the same evening (after le depart d’Antoinette) with assistance (and drill) from the lovely Phil.
Dad will remind me that venetian blinds are plagued by dust, but I think mine look Just Right
Went to The Lark in the Park, Islington (“borders”) to celebrate Juls’ 30th.
Ummed and ahhed between their 30th and Azeem’s, opting for Juls’ on the basis that Tom & Jo, Chris and Sara, Andy Stephens as well as Steve and Juls would be there, whereas the revellers at Adam Street were rather less well known.
Great Mooney-Rooney party, complete with vodka-serving ice maiden torso. The pictures reveal all!!