There are few partnerships in English literature that can hold a candle to Jack Aubrey and Stephen Maturin and few regency-based authors who write with the meticulous assurance and perfect tone of Patrick O’Brien. It’s a recipe for perfect historical fiction.
The Song of Achilles is the 40th book I’ve read this year, and so hits my Goodreads challenge for 2018 – hurrah! It’s not a book I was previously aware of, though it won the Orange Prize in 2012 and has a massive following online. The cover merely caught my eye in Waterstones in September and I picked it up with a few other purchases.
I’m so glad I did. I’ve had a great reading year, discovering a few new gems and this has undoubtedly been one of them. I’m unsure if you technically can spoil a story that’s been out there for millennia but if you’re totally unfamiliar with the legend of Achilles and still want to read the book, you may want to stop reading this review now.
What a read. Seriously, what a read! Written by double-Man Booker winner Hilary Mantel, A Place of Greater Safety is a titanic, mammoth of a novel. It’s not so much a book that you read as much as live through.
The story focuses on the lives of Maximilien Robespierre, Camille Desmoulins and George-Jacques Danton; three of the primary architects of the French Revolution. Set over 900 pages, Mantel takes the reader on a journey to discover how three misfit boys grew to be some of the most powerful men in eighteenth century France and then fell from grace. The tale closes as Danton and Demoulins, overthrown by their former friends, are taken to the guillotine.
I’ve been incredibly lax on the blog this month, but with the scorching weather and some rubbish health issues to boot, I’ve struggled to have the motivation to read – or do very much of anything in fact – these past few weeks. I did manage to get through two books in early July though that I should have reviewed long before now.
This is a book I feel I should have read years and years ago.
After reading Wuthering Heights in my teens for my Advanced Higher English (A Level equivalent in Scotland) portfolio and finding it one of the most depressing books I’d ever encountered, I avoided the Brontës’ works for years. After watching the brilliant drama To Walk Invisible last year , which told the sisters’ story, I decided it was about time I got up to speed and duly added Jane Eyre and Agnes Grey to my to-read list.
Though it wasn’t actually planned, it feels wholly appropriate that I have finished reading Emmeline Pankhurst’s autobiographical account of the suffrage movement today, as thousands of women have marched in UK cities to commemorate the centenary of finally being awarded the vote. I am certain she would have approved of these parades!
Millicent Fawcett, Emmeline Pankhurst, Christabel Pankhurst, Emily Wilding Davison… these are names all synonymous with the battle for women’s suffrage. The name of Lady Constance Lytton is perhaps less well known to the general public, but she was just as committed to the cause and suffered just as much in fight to win the vote as her more famous comrades.
This biography by Lyndsey Jenkins does a marvellous job of explaining how a titled lady and the daughter of a former Viceroy of India came to be incarcerated in Holloway Prison and staged one of the most famous hunger strikes of the suffragette campaign. It chronicles her childhood and early life, her domestic concerns, her difficult relationship with her mother as well as her remarkable career as a suffragette.
Last week I managed to get through a couple of relatively short books as a respite from marking dissertations and marketing reports. Given that one was written as an imagined sequel to the other, it made sense to review them together.
Is it worth warning for spoilers when one of the books is over a century old? Well, just in case, there will be spoilers in both of these reviews because it’s impossible to fully discuss them without giving the key plot points away!
Sense and Sensibility is a thing of beauty, as far as I am concerned. It’s one of those novels that transcends genre completely.
I was a little too quick off the mark with Mansfield Park, but have decided that rereading the remaining five of Jane Austen’s novels is my aim for April, as well as finishing Lucy Worsley’s biographical work. Therefore, it is very much ‘Austen April’ on this site.
Pride and Prejudice is the most celebrated of all Jane Austen’s novels and often many readers’ favourite. How could it not be: from one of the most famous opening sentences in the whole of the English language, to its dazzling happy ending, there is spectacularly little to criticise.
Titled originally ‘First Impressions’, the story sees the lively Miss Elizabeth Bennet and the solemn, reserved Mr Fitzwilliam Darcy overcome their initial negative perceptions of each other and eventually fall in love. The path to such a happy ending of course does not run smoothly and their felicity is alternative prevented and then threatened by Lizzy’s embarrassing, vulgar family, the devious lies of George Wickham , Mr Darcy’s supercilious relations, the spiteful Caroline Bingley and finally by the elopement of Lizzy’s thoughtless younger sister Lydia with the aforementioned Mr Wickham. In true Jane Austen style, though, all comes well at the end. I am a sucker for a happy ending, so I’m always thankful that she gave each of her heroines some much-deserved joy.
It’s actually tremendously difficult to review a book which everyone knows and loves so well – what is there to say really that has not already been said? I can only explain why I personally love Pride and Prejudice so much, and why reading it once again has been so very enjoyable.
Firstly, it is because the character development is so tremendous and satisfying. Both Lizzy and Darcy learn some valuable life lessons throughout the story; not just by their own experiences but those of friends and family too. Charlotte Lucas, without money or beauty, chooses to marry a man she has no regard for in order to secure herself a suitable home and income; showing that ‘happily ever after’ has very different meanings to different people. Lizzy is forced to acknowledge that though her father has ever favoured her, he has in fact been a poor and negligent parent to her sisters and it is not just the fault of her silly mother that Lydia runs astray. Darcy, valuing rank, wealth and dignity, has to realise they do not actually intrinsically make a person good, as evidenced by his rude and unkind aunt. And of course, everyone learns that first impressions are not always correct.
Secondly, Jane’s social satire and comedy are at their most exquisite in this novel, which is why it always frustrates me tremendously that people can, with a hearty helping of inverted snobbery, dismiss her books as simply ‘posh people falling in love’. Mrs Bennet alone, with her histrionics, hypochondria, shameless contradictions and hypocrisies is a character almost beyond compare in English literature. She is delightfully silly, ridiculous and laughably ignorant. As I have been working my way through Lucy Worsley’s excellent Jane Austen at Home, which discusses Jane’s relationship with her own mother, it has made me wonder if it was Jane’s own experiences that caused her to give her heriones mothers that are either silly, negligent, indolent or dead.
This passage, when Mrs Bennet, having been delighted to see Lydia flirt with anything in a read coat and depart off to Brighton with Mrs Foster, is now in hysterics after her infamous elopement, is exquisite:
‘If I had been able,’ said she, ‘of carrying my point of going to Brighton with all my family, this would not have happened; but poor dear Lydia had no one to take care of her. Why did the Forsters ever let her go out of their sight? I am sure there was some great neglect or other on their side, for she is not the kind of girl to do such a thing, if she had been well looked after. I always thought they were unfit to have the charge of her; but I was overruled, as I always am. Poor, dear child! And now here’s Mr Bennet gone away, and I know he will fight Wickham, wherever he meets him, and then he will be killed, and what is to become of us all? The Collinses will turn us out, before he is cold in his grave; and if you are not kind to us, brother, I do not know what we shall do!’
Another great strength of all of Jane’s novels is that her supporting cast of characters are always just as well fleshed-out, just as entertaining and just as engaging as her two leads. It is a pleasure to see the sweet-natured and golden-hearted Jane Bennet wind up with the good-humoured and generous Mr Bingley. It is equally satisfactory to see the snobbish and supercilious Caroline Bingley fail in her attempts to make Mr Darcy her own and for the deceitful, mercenary Mr Wickham to wind up with Lydia; the least worthy of the five Bennet sisters. The Gardiners are excellent, the Lucases gently ridiculous and Mr and Mrs Bennet vastly entertaining. Mr Collins’s obsequious behaviour, as always, made me cringe so hard that I almost wanted to skip sections – and if that is not a mark of brilliant writing then I do not know what is!
One of the very, very few criticisms I can venture to make of this book is that it would be good to hear what became eventually of Kitty and Mary. We are told in the novel’s closing that Kitty was materially improved by staying largely with her elder sisters and Mary forced to be more sociable due to all the other girls having left home, but it would be nice to know that they too had a happy ending. Jane Austen did tell a correspondent once in a letter that Kitty eventually married a clergyman in Derbyshire, and I can only hope Mary – who I really feel for every time I read the book, bereft as she is of anyone’s esteem or love – was similarly happy.
The plotline itself is just so thoroughly well-paced, so engaging, so enjoyable and so wholly satisfactory that I can’t imagine anyone ever picking up this book and not enjoying it! On a related note, as I was finishing the novel, I decided it was time to re-watch the 1995 adaptation starring Colin Firth and Jennifer Ehle and convinced my husband, who’d never seen nor read the story before, to watch it with me. Despite his expectations, he was hooked on the story.
I was struck once again by just how wonderfully faithful and pitch perfect an adaptation it was; every character’s casting was spot on and the source material handled with reverence. Much of the dialogue was taken directly from the book, the plot had very little alteration and everything felt wholly and totally correct. It remains, in my opinion, possibly the very best book-to-screen adaptation I’ve ever seen and utterly wipes the floor with the absolutely horrendous film starring Keira Knightley and Matthew Macfadyen. The highlights of course are Colin Firth’s dashing Mr Darcy and Jennifer Ehle’s spirited and sprightly Lizzy, but Alison Steadman’s absolutely and utterly brilliant performance as Mrs Bennet deserved an award!
If you’ve not seen or read the story before – even if you’re not into period dramas or romances – why not give it a try: I bet you will find yourself pleasantly surprised! It remains for me, an eternal resident of my top shelf!
My rating: an unquestionable 5/5.