Some of you may remember this post where I talked about finding all these Viragos for cheap at an otherwise pricey second hand bookshop here in DC.
Some of you may remember this post where I talked about finding all these Viragos for cheap at an otherwise pricey second hand bookshop here in DC.
In honor of day two of Virago Reading Week, I have decided to hold a giveaway. But this is no simple giveaway, this one requires a bit of work on your part. I will buy any VMC book currently in print for the person who can identify the Virago book cover art on the VRW banner/button I created.
Here are the rules.
1. The person with the most correct titles wins. Ties will be decided by random drawing.
2. I am looking for the title of the Virago book that had these paintings on their covers. Remember I am looking for the book title, not the title of the work of art.
3. Since I don’t want any of you giving away the answers in your comments, you must EMAIL your guesses to me at: onmyporch [at] hotmail [dot] com
4. Guesses must be submitted no later than midnight U.S. Eastern Standard Time on Sunday, January 30, 2011.
5. Once declared, the winner will have one week to choose a Virago currently in print they want me to send. I will ship anywhere in the world, the south side of the moon, and select postal codes on Mars.
UPDATE: Out of the blue, and totally unsolicited, Little Brown and Company (UK), the parent company of Virago, have offered to fulfill the prize for this giveaway on my behalf. So cheers to the generous folks at Virago!
One day while combing through the cheapish paperbacks in the basement of the old Quinto Bookshop I came across All Passion Spent by Vita Sackville-West in a Virago Modern Classics edition. I don’t remember why I chose it, but I do remember very vividly reading it. There is a scene in the book where the protagonist, Lady Slane is making her way to Hampstead on the Northern Line of the Underground. The narrative intersperses her progress on the Tube with her thought process. Paragraphs of text are separated by indications of which stop the train is passing through as she thinks each thought. The reason I remember this so clearly is because as I read it, I was also on the Northern Line–passing through the very same stations the fictional Lady Slane had passed through 70 years earlier (Tottenham Court Road, Goodge Street, Warren Street, etc.).
Tomorrow begins Virago Reading Week, but I am also in the midst of the TBR dare where I can only read from the TBR pile in my nightstand until April 1st.
How will this bookish face off end? Which of these book buttons will be victorious? Stay tuned.
UPDATE: The buttons aren’t really fighting. I was just trying to be cute. The fight is between the lure of Virago Reading Week and the need to stay true to the TBR dare.
(By the way, I couldn’t find a button for VRW, so I made my own. Feel free to use if you are participating.)
If you don’t like looking at endless pictures of other people’s dogs, you may want to scroll on down to something more bookish.
If, on the other hand, you can’t get enough of canine cuteness, look no further. We took the camera along to the dog park yesterday and Lucy had a ball.
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| Saying hello. |
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| Gettin’ it goin’ |
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| Full flight |
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| Home stretch |
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| Coming in for a landing |
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| Contemplating whether or not to say hello to this friend |
Many of you are already fans of Caustic Cover Critic. But this latest post about really bad e-book covers for public domain lit is hilarious and maddening. Here is just one to whet your appetite.
Before I read Wilkie Collins’ The Woman in White I would probably never have picked up this book even though it was only a dollar at Book for America. Then again I would have never picked up The Woman in White either. Most times I have very strong feelings about the kind of books that I think I like. This usually works in my favor as I end up not wasting time on books that I really don’t enjoy. But occasionally I am persuaded that I really should give a particular book or author a chance. It has happened over the years with books like A Prayer for Owen Meany (Irving), The Andromeda Strain (Crichton), Deliverance (Dickey), and thanks to the evangelism of Simon at Savidge Reads, The Woman in White. In all of these cases, I managed to drop my tendency toward obstinacy just long enough to discover some really great reads.
Like The Woman in White, Braddon’s Lady Audley’s Secret is a sensation novel where the normal strictures of Victorian social mores are used to frame a plot full of scandalous, sensational, comings and goings. Imagine all the proper, detailed trappings of a Trollope, but replace a purloined cheque with a bigamous, murderous, lying, mad woman and you start to get the drift of Lady Audley.
Because there is so much detailed plot in most sensation novels it is somewhat useless to try and convey the plot in a review. One could probably outline these plots very easily, filling up a page with a bulleted list of succinct plot points but that would remove all the fun of letters, messengers, and secret compartments; to-ing and fro-ing from town to town, train station to station; and of course interviewing all manner of characters who hold some little piece of a massive, mysterious, puzzle.
Lady Audley’s Secret is the kind of mystery where you know pretty early on the truth behind the mystery–at least at a broad level. But you read along wondering by what means it is all going to unravel and be revealed. And many little surprises pop up along the way that keep you on your toes.
My third Sensation novel, I would put Lady Audley’s Secret behind The Woman in White, but ahead of Collins’ The Dead Secret.
When I first started doing my own book “reviews” on My Porch the intention was simply to put something down in writing so I would remember what I read. I got tired of coming across titles on my list of books read that left me scratching my head trying to remember what in the world they were about. So over the last couple of years I have reviewed pretty much every book that I have finished. I have no set formula for the reviews and many don’t even include plot summaries. Some are insightful, but most are fairly superficial descriptions of my experience with a particular book. Hopefully enough to jog my memory years down the road when I am trying to remember a particular book, but beyond that I don’t really have any aspirations for these musings.
You would think with such a loose review format that I wouldn’t care too much about what I reviewed and what I didn’t review. But my obsessive tendencies make it difficult for me to not review every book I finish. However, sometimes I just can’t pull my brain together enough to come close to anything that would pass for a review.
And so it is this week. I have two books to review that I really enjoyed: Lafcadio’s Adventures by Andre Gide and Isabel’s Bed by Elinor Lipman, but I just don’t feel like writing about them.
Regular readers will know that I love Elinor Lipman. The Inn at Lake Devine is one of my favorite books. And then there are couple other novels of hers that I really enjoyed, and few I found just okay. Isabel’s Bed falls short of being a favorite and kind of falls kind of at the bottom of those that I really enjoyed. Interesting and fun and full of twists, it just wasn’t as clever as My Latest Grievance or Ladie’s Man. But when comparing Elinor Lipman to Elinor Lipman she can’t lose right.
Struggling writer Harriet Mahoney is dropped by her boyfriend of 12 years. You know the type, won’t commit but finds himself married just months after he breaks up with you. She goes off to live on Cape Cod to be a ghost writer for Isabel who was in bed with her older, rich lover when his jealous, crazed wife shoots and kills him. Intelligent chicklit with enough 1990s detail to make you want to put on stirrup pants and an over sized sweater and then cinch it.