Close readers of My Porch will know that I really rebel against expectations, even when they are my own. Well, I am beginning to rebel against my self-imposed goal of reading all 20 of the Penguin English Journeys volumes in the month of April.
In terms of page count it really isn’t all that oppressive, but in terms of content it is. I have really liked some of them so far, the one of food, and the more pastoral, nature filled ones seem to be far more interesting to me. And thankfully there are several of those coming up. I am quite looking forward to the Gertrude Jekyll. But ye gadz, some of these are just so tedious. Part of the problem may be that it is too much of one thing all at once. And reading them in number order may not have been the best plan either. I realized that they are are numbered in alphabetical order by author’s last name. It might have been smarter to mix and match so that there was more contrast from book to book.
I am still going to try and read the rest of them, but you are all on notice that I reserve the right not to finish any that I find too tedious to bother with, and to keep my “reviews” of those down to the bare minimum.
Call me a poseur, call me a loser, I don’t care. I have too many other fabulous books waiting for my loving caress. And now, back to our regularly scheduled program:
These are the seventh and eigth of 20 volumes of the Penguin English Journeys series. I plan to read all 20 in the month of April.
A Shropsire Lad
I feel like I said all I could about poetry in my last post. Well, that isn’t true, I could say a lot about Walt Whitman and some other poets who really speak to me. But alas, A Shropshire Lad, though perfectly pleasant, didn’t do too much to elevate my mental plane whilst I read it.
Cathedrals and Castles
I am not a big James fan to begin with. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t dislike him, but I never like his books as much as I think I should, and I think Edith Wharton kicks his literary ass. And though James describes some very special places that I have visited (Wells, Chester, Salisbury, etc.) he just makes it so darn boring. Maybe I am hankering for pictures or maybe his language is so prolix and dry. In any event I found myself skimming so much I just had to chuck it to the side.
Despite my current state of annoyance, I am indeed looking forward to the next two titles in the series:
Walks in the Wheat-fields by Richard Jeffries
The Beauties of a Cottage Garden by Gertrude Jekyll
Hopefully I won’t be disappointed.