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I always like it when four wheels have to give way to two legs.

We find forced air heating oppressive so we tend to keep the temperature in our apartment very cool. The result is that you need to bundle up sometimes.

This is me trying to figure out what to read next.

Recently I was reminded of this Monty Python classic where they perform Wuthering Heights in Semaphore. I find it especially funny when the flags get bigger when Edgar begins to yell.

There is a bit of animation at the beginning. The Wuthering Heights bit starts at about the one minute mark.

The Priory
Dorothy Whipple

First it was the not-so-small band of book lunatics—I mean bloggers—who were constantly raving about Persephone. Not being one to miss out on book lunacy I got the catalog, ordered 12 of them, joined the Pesephone Secret Santa, got the Persephone logo tattooed on my shoulder…okay I really didn’t do the last one but it does have a certain appeal, the logo would make a good tattoo.

Then I began to notice that the Persephone Pack was raving about one Persephone author more than any other. It was all “Dorothy Whipple this”, and “Dorothy Whipple that”. And the Persephone catalog did seem to have a lot of Whipple in it. Being a sucker for an anachronistic sounding name, I felt myself being drawn in and wishing I had a Whipple to read. When lo and behold, I realized that I had actually included a Whipple in my original Persephone order.

By the way, I defy any American to claim that they don’t think of Charmin toilet paper when they hear the name Whipple. And even for those outside the US who use toilet roll rather than toilet paper and have no idea who Mr. Whipple is, thinking of Ms. Whipple just might make you think of some sickly sweet dessert with a ripple of something running through it. And if there are any fans of “The Fall and Rise of Reginald Perrin” out there you can probably even hear Reggie (brilliantly played by the late Leonard Rossiter) talking about Sunshine Desserts latest flavor, Strawberry-Lychee Ripple.

But I digress. The real question is, how do I feel now that I have read my first Whipple? Did the Whipple Wing of the Persephone Pack lead me astray? Let me put it this way, I have had to hide all the credit cards lest I go on a Whipple buying spree.

The Priory was an amazingly good read. Its 528 pages joyfully flew by. A book where you are dying to see what happens next but at the same time you don’t want it to end. The plot revolves around the decaying Saunby Priory somewhere in the British Midlands and the decaying lives of the cash poor family who inhabit it. In the make it, invest it, and lose it progression of wealth common in so many moneyed families, the Marwoods are deep into the third stage and don’t have a clue what to do about it. Widower Major Marwood lives for cricket. His young twenty-something daughters have never bothered to move out of the nursery and are not equipped for much of anything (life, work, or love) outside the expansive grounds of Saunby. The somewhat potty aunt who spends all her time painting despite not having an ounce of technique or talent. And then there is a cast of servants, outside elements are introduced into the story, the focus shifts, etc. I am not going to say much more about the plot, except that there is a lot of it and that it is fascinating and compelling.

And like most good novels, the characters have dimension and never fall strictly into hero or villain categories. Just when you think one of the characters is bad they show some redeeming quality that makes one not hate them after all. I have a little quibble over one part of the story line that never gets fully developed (Penelope refusing to have kids), and the fact that the novel’s wrap up leaves Penelope’s fate somewhat unknown. But when I said it was a quibble, I meant it was a quibble. This is a fantastic book.

My joy in reading The Priory was accompanied by a desire to see it dramatized for TV or the big screen. Which made me think of all the great books that would make for great TV or a great film. Which, in turn, started to annoy me a bit. I mean do we really need 172 filmed versions of Emma? Don’t get me wrong, I love a good period Austen film, but c’mon, there is a world of literature just waiting to for period costumes and Emma Thompson. (Given Ms. Thompson’s current age, I would probably cast her as Anthea or Aunt Victoria, but neither role seems meaty enough.) But I guess that doesn’t matter too much. Movie or not, you will enjoy The Priory.

See what other members of the Whipple Wing of the Persephone Pack have to say about Ms Whipple:
Bloomsbury Bell
A Book Sanctuary
Book Snob
Dovegreyreader Scribbles
The Literary Stew
Paperback Reader
Skirmish of Wit
Stuck In A Book

In 1964 Nina Simone put the brakes on her burgeoning career in the US for all the right reasons. Having already achieved a certain amount of popular success prior to that time, Simone reacted strongly to the death of Medgar Evers in Mississippi and the bombing of a black church in Alabama by writing the song “Mississippi Goddam”. It was the beginning of Simone’s involvement in civil rights and the end of little old racist white folks enjoying her version of jazz standards. Still, she made over 40 recordings and died a music legend in 2003 at the age of 70.

Mississippi Goddam. Sorry this is just a still image, but the audio is good.

Four Women. Again no video but the lyrics–which are amazing–scroll through the video.

Ain’t Got No. Finally some actually video of Nina Simone.

Tiny bit of a delay at the beginning of this clip, but worth the wait. Dolly’s voice is rivalled only by her wig in this clip from 1972.

 

The Dearly Departed
Elinor Lipman

As some of you may recall, the first book I read by Elinor Lipman was her fantastic novel The Inn at Lake Devine. Since then I have read Ladies Man (fun but not as good as Lake Devine), and My Latest Grievance (fun and almost as good as Lake Devine). The Dearly Departed is my least favorite of the four that I have read. That is not to say, however, that it isn’t fun and interesting. It is. And Lipman does her usual great job of creating characters that are interesting and likable and a plot that is both fun and engaging.

Sunny Batten is the distant, adult daughter of Margaret Batten a single mother who is mostly loved by folks in the small town of King George, New Hampshire. At the unexpected death of Margaret and her somewhat secret fiancé, Sunny is forced to go back to her hometown not only to deal with her grief but also with the same cast of small town characters who made her adolescence less than happy. She is also confronted with the existence of her almost potential stepbrother who turns out to be somewhat more involved in her future than she might have otherwise guessed.

As usual with Lipman there is plenty of humor and plenty of good writing in The Dearly Departed. But if you haven’t read Lipman, put this one on the list somewhere after The Inn at Lake Devine.

Between posting all of the travel pictures and catching up on 194 (at last count) bookish blogs, and all of the fabulously bad TV waiting for me on TiVo, I have done very little reading lately. So this snowy weekend I plan to do some quality reading.

UPDATE: Mlle Paradis rightly points out that I didn’t note the name or location of this wonderful bookstore. It is O’Gara & Wilson. It is in Chicago near the University of Chicago. If you take the EL out to the Museum of Science and Industry, when you are done at the museum cross under the EL tracks and you will not only find this gem of a store but there is also a branch of the famous Portland-based Powells on the same street.

Until these were presented to me last week as a late Christmas present, I didn’t even know that this edition of Penguin Classics existed. Leave it to my incredibly thoughtful husband to find something I wanted without me even knowing I wanted it. Penguin teamed up with leather-goods designer Bill Amberg to create special leather-bound editions of six Penguin titles.

As you can see I only have five of them. The sixth one is still on its way across the Atlantic. Besides being beautifully bound and printed, four of the six titles are counted among my all-time favorite books. I love Brideshead Revisted, The Picture of Dorian Gray, The Great Gatsby and A Room With a View. I am somewhat less enamored of Breakfast at Tiffany’s and I have never read The Big Sleep or any other Chandler for that matter.

Each is packed in its own box. When you open the box it is like opening a box with a nice pair of shoes inside.

Each book is bound in beautifully soft, brown Buffalo calf leather, which, if you believe the card inside the box, comes from animals that have died of natural causes. The binding is supposed to get better with use and handling. But I am not sure I will even store them outside their fabulous boxes.

They also have a luggage tag-like bookmark attached.