Goodness, we are moving on apace!
No 8 - the biography - I very much enjoyed Valerie Grove's biography of Dodie Smith (author of
The Hundred and One Dalmatians and
I Capture the Castle, among other things) She's not the most famous subject Grove has tackled, but I found Smith's early years very interesting (she did not grow up with money, and worked in a shop for some time), and her later life was very typical of wealthy-ish people of that era, living in plush bungalows in the Home Counties. Another one I loved was Monica Dickens
An Open Book - though that's an autobiography so not sure if it counts? Dickens wrote
One Pair of Hands, One Pair of Feet, etc about the various jobs she had before she married. Her later novels include
Mariana, The Winds of Heaven, Joy and Josephine, The Listeners (the latter based on her time volunteering for the Samaritans), and she also wrote the
Follyfoot Farm series for children. But I would hesitate to give a biography to someone unless I knew they were already very keen on the subject - I'd much rather fall back on that book I have mentioned many times, Alan Taylor's
The Assassin's Creed, which has lots of excerpts from people's diaries and biographies, allowing the reader to pursue any writer that she finds interesting.
I think Julia Child would be one of the few
people I would like to have dinner with, as if Meryl Streep's version of her was in any way accurate she could talk non-stop, was funny, interesting and self-deprecating. If she could bring Stanley Tucci (her husband in the film
Julie & Julia) along with her, my evening would be complete
I think Katie Fforde (see below) would also be nice.
There are lots that I would never have dinner with in a million years. I went to an event at the Edinburgh Book Festival featuring Stuart MacBride (thriller writer) and he was awful, never stopped going on about himself, what a know-it-all. And at an event with Lindsey Davis (author of all those Roman mysteries) she actually shouted at me for taking a photo - this in front of the entire crowd, with no mention having been made of no photography, and I had taken
one - one! - photo with my phone. I was supposed to be reviewing this event for the local news site. She didn't even say 'please can we not have photos' or something polite like that - it was more along the lines of 'will that woman please stop taking photos immediately!' - She was terribly arrogant and reminded me of my mother-in-law at her worst. Not only that, she was also nasty to other people in the audience - eg during the question time a man asked if she had ever thought about writing about such and such (can't remember what it was, but it wasn't a
terrible idea and it was said in good faith) - now, I know authors do get fed up with these kind of questions, but most of them take them in good part, and Davis is hardly book royalty, but she snapped back at him 'I have quite enough ideas of my own not to need yours.' The rest of the time she just went on about how great she was. So definitely no dinner with her!
Now on to
books with colours - here are some that come to mind:
The Woman in White, Black Beauty, Green Eggs and Ham, The Scarlet Pimpernel, Anne of Green Gables, The Color Purple, Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, A Few Green Leaves, Eve Green, Rose Cottage...Ginny - I remember Antonia Byatt, of all people, once saying that Eliot's
Middlemarch was one of the best books written in the English language. Well I have read it, and also
The Mill on the Floss, and I have to admit I did not enjoy either of them. I must have missed the point in Middlemarch - to me it just went on and on and on. Byatt is far from the only acclaimed author who admires it, but I'm afraid it was wasted on me.
I'm reading a very light Katie Fforde at the moment. Two sisters receive a letter from their dead aunt - she of course being incredibly Bohemian and alternative (she was a rock journalist and Beatles' groupie - anyone else have an aunt like that? Thought not...) - instructing them to go to the antiques centre where she had a sort of shop. When they arrive they meet the owner of the centre, who - need I go on? - is tall, dark, brooding, bad-tempered, but easily softened up by the single one of the sisters, who has just moved to this idyllic part of the world to escape her disastrous love life in London. The centre is not doing well, and single sister is OF COURSE a PR person who knows exactly what it needs - but Mr Grumpy won't hear of it. The dead aunt has asked the sisters (the other one is a floaty artist happily married to another floaty artist, living in an idyllic cottage with their flaxen-haired twin babies and apparently existing on fresh air - but of course she's going to be awfully handy when it comes to tarting up the antiques place) to take over her stock and sell it for 6 months, meanwhile being taught the antiques trade by guess who? If they stick it out there will be 'a little more money' for them at the end of the trial period. I somehow think 'a little' is going to be an understatement...
And just for good measure, Mr Grumpy has a dog. An Irish wolfhound called Oscar. I am just waiting for Oscar to don his pinny and start making cupcakes.
Having said all of that, I like Katie Fforde and sometimes I enjoy just wallowing in this kind of nonsense. And KF does come across as an extremely nice person on twitter - she is in her 70s now I think, and always commenting on the trials of new technology, etc - and she even replies to some of my tweets. She's extremely popular here. After this I'll move on to something slightly more substantial...possibly.
By the way, haven't we got 'A series everyone should read' in the list twice? (Maybe that was an error in the original list?) Are we on to that one yet?
Rosemary