Barb - thanks for fixing my colours! Of course I don't mind!
The Fortnight In September is a wonderful novel - it's a very simple story of a London family preparing for and taking their annual holiday at the seaside. The genius is in the writing - Sherriff shows us every family member's thoughts and feelings, - they are all decent, kind people, all with their own hopes and worries. The two almost grown up children want partly to re-live all of the holidays of past years, but partly to move on - but also don't want to hurt the parents. The mother sees that the boarding house owner isn't managing as well as she used to, but says nothing because she doesn't want to show she knows. The father worries about work, but loves treating the family to a beach hut on the sands, from which they can feel slightly "superior". There is a lot of period detail - for example, the mother goes out and shops for groceries every morning even though they are staying in a guest house - the owner then cooks whatever meat that the mother provides. The family travel to the seaside by train, because in those days no-one of their social position would have had a car - and Sherriff lets us see the mother's worries about catching the connecting train, the preparation of the sandwiches for the journey. To me at least, it is all so real - but I love it not only for its accuracy but also for the kindness with which Sherriff writes about his characters. I do recommend it.
The Towers of Trebizond is IMHO FANTASTIC. This is the review I put on to Amazon some time ago:
"The discovery of this book has been one of the greatest pleasures of my year so far. It is a beautifully told story of three eccentric characters and a camel travelling to Turkey to start a High Anglican mission. Usually I find this kind of thing very irritating, but Macaulay writes entirely without condescension or coyness. There are many references to High Anglican, and Muslim, practices and ideas, and I very much enjoyed the way in which they were simply introduced, without explanation - I was happy to look them up for myself.
The story moves along at a cracking pace, and can be read on several levels - as an adventure, a travel book with marvellous descriptions, an observation of the often hilarious relationships between the travellers, and as a slightly mysterious story about the narrator's own personal life. Information is skilfully fed to the reader as the journey progresses, and the ending is one of the most poignant I think I have ever read.
Highly recommended."
To change the subject - Barb, you reminded me about John Tovey - my MIL (who lives in the Lake District, where Tovey had his hotel) has his books, I love to read them - they are so 1970s, but still so accessible, Tovey's chatty style is great fun. My parents-in-law have been to his restaurant, it was indeed fab, apparently.
Rosemary