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| A potpourri of bedtime reading I |
Hello New Visitors and Welcome! Now that there are a few of you here, squashed up on my virtual sofa to have a bit of a read of My Words, I tossed up whether to divide this post over two days in an attempt to prevent anyone becoming too restless with a long posting or frighten off any New Reader with my Going On, and decided it's a bit much to ask whomever has been relegated to sitting on the pouffe to endure it in its entirety, and so split it I have and Part II shall come tomorrow.
In no particular order, Dear Reader, the Spring Choice, atop the bedside chair:
First up, if you are interested in such things, I can commend to you the recent biography by Australian journalist Julia Baird, Victoria The Queen. Vast amounts of print have already covered this diminutive woman’s life and we, especially in the Commonwealth, are very familiar with her later rotund profile from public statuary and the like, however this intimate glimpse which, in the author's words, hacks through the myths surrounding her life comes courtesy of access to the reams of (doctored*) primary materials archived in Windsor Palace and elsewhere and gives us a level of acquaintance with her that could only ever be dreamt of by one of her Subjects from previous generations. Thank you, Mr P, for the lately read birthday pressie for 2018!
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| Model of Queen Victoria's statue in George Frampton's studio Courtesy Henry Moore Archive |
Speaking of dreaming, Matthew Walker’s book, Why We Sleep, is a fantastic read, if not a bit anxiety-making if you are having some trouble in that department. Sleep and the workings of the brain really are a kind of Final Frontier for science and this is written not as a Guide to Counting Sheep but a summation of the latest scientific findings about Sleep and Why it Matters, by a neuroscientist who readily admits to being obsessed by this mysterious aspect of our lives. It would seem that all of our biological functions benefit from good sleep and its deficit has been linked to all manner of ailments - hence the rather alarming aspect of this book - but it's in the spirit of scientific curiosity (not hypochondria) that I'm about to read it again as I found it so fascinating**. Plus the author says he would only be delighted if one falls asleep whilst reading the book. A Healthful Happenstance!
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| Snowdrop and the seven little men, 1897 John Dickson Batten, AGNSW |
The remaining non-fiction in this pile is Michael Rosen's Alphabetical. This was snaffled up from the informal book exchange in our building's foyer as I already have a bit of a collection of books on etymology and the linguistic riches of the English language, and this lighthearted little book on the history of the English alphabet is right up my alley. As an English-speaking monolinguist, I feel particularly lucky it should be this which I speak, as it's so quirky and varied and downright interesting. Others may, you know, like, literally disagree but I need to cram in as much diversity into my vocabulary as my small battish brain allows.
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| P is for Pipistrello, says C17th Johann Christian Bierpfaf |
And so to the fiction, I realised a few pages in that I had indeed recently read Wigs on the Green, by Nancy Mitford, but it's a breezy book and, well, it's a Nancy Mitford, and rereading her books is never a crime. Spoiler alert: the pre-War young singles all pair up and live happily ever after. Enough said. Ditto the Alexander McCall Smith, La's Orchestra saves the World. Set in Suffolk during the Blitz and about a rag-tag orchestra, it's typically AMS-girlish and warm and good bedtime fodder.
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| Thanks, Nancy, for the Happy Endings! J.C. Leyendecker ad, 1923 |
The more interesting of the Spring highlights, and lent to me by Clever L, was The Birth of Venus by Sarah Dunant, the first of her triptych-of-sorts about Renaissance Women. Set in Florence during the quattrocento, with the crackpot Dominican monk Girolamo Savonarola filling the power vacuum left by the death of Lorenzo de' Medici, it follows the artistic flourishing of a precocious heroine who has to adapt to survive in the volatile atmosphere of the city. For lovers of Florence and the Renaissance, it has enough detail to keep you up reading beyond Lights-Out but it does fizz out a little at the end. No spoiler alert for this, apart from She-Dies-A-Nun, but that's laid out in the book's opening. Clever L had lent me the second of Dunant's series a while back, In the Company of the Courtesan, which I did prefer, and that one set in Venice follows the adventures of a courtesan and her dwarf pimp who've fled the 1527 Sack of Rome. I know, Bodice-Ripping Stuff!
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| Contemporary to the story: the Domenican Basilica di Santa Maria Novella, on the Pipistrello's last Florentine Visit - No Firebrands in sight! |
There were some other bits & bobs with regard to my recent reads, which will get their own posting at some point - never let it be said this blog is au courant; I am, after all, a Pisces - so all up, not an entirely misspent Spring!
* Princess Beatrice, Victoria's last child, spent 10 years of her own life rewriting then burning every one of Victoria's diaries and other archives in a great act of censorship, so puzzle pieces were fit with copies and corresponding papers she was unaware of that were in the hands of others or hidden in the Royal Archives.
** An hypothesis raised by Matthew Walker is whether Sleep, given its preeminent Usefulness to Life, is in fact our dominant state and Wakefulness, by extension, the state with the mystery purpose!
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