Monthly Archives: June 2011

Folksy Finds – Bookmarks

I love me some Folksy crafts. The British version of the better-known Etsy, it has some gems if you’re prepared to search for them. I’ve been realising recently just how many books I open, only to find used train tickets, shopping lists and leaflets reminding me that it’s time for Bibliocat’s boosters*, instead of pretty bookmarks. This has to change, so I’ve been scouring Folksy for some lovely one to share.

First up is this one, by Made♥4♥your♥Books and combining two of my favourite vices, books and coffee. I love how the little charms hang out of the top of the book, and how the fabric is printed – so cute. It’s priced at £7.00 plus £1.25 P + P, and would make a lovely present for a bibliophile.

Next is this Alice in Wonderland-themed bookmark by ‘it’s the little things’. Complete with a poison bottle, a toadstool and bunch of keys, it’s £7.50 plus P. + P., and would make you smile whenever you picked up your book.

Despite its simplicity, I think this one might be my favourite. My parents used to have a fox terrier, and this fellow is exactly like her (and her blatant disregard for books), as he trots blithely over the page. He’s by Forever Foxed and is only £2.00 plus £1.00 P. + P., and I’m ordering him when I’m done here!

Finally, these four gorgeous little mice are by Handmade by Emily, whose things I covert greatly.  They are available separately, but who needs only one bookmark? They’d also make excellent gift-tags. I love that they’re bright ribbon tails let you know your place in the book. They’re £4.40 for four, plus £1.50 P. + P.

*I really must take Bibliocat to the vets’, now that I don’t have the leaflet as a bookmark-reminder…


‘The Reluctant Bride’ – Lucy Mangan

I admit that I’m fairly biased when it comes to this book. Lucy Mangan is one of my favourite writers, and her weekly Guardian column frequently reduces me to tears of laughter. They’re just what I need on a Saturday morning whilst avoiding the lure of the bacon sarnie, which would inevitably undo all the good work of the pilates session that has made me hurt in places that I didn’t think were possible. Her writing is intelligent, hilarious and also thoughtful, which is why I was surprised to find that she had three books out, none of which I’d read.

‘The Reluctant Bride’ is one of these books: a largely factual account of the run-up to her wedding, although she does note in a foreword that ‘[i]t all passed in a blur…plus some names…have been changed to protect the innocent’. Having read it, I suspect that it’s not only the innocent whose names have been changed- if Siobhan is really Siobhan, I’ll be amazed (you’ll see why…)! The humour that Lucy (I can’t call her Mangan, my crush is too great) can wring out of the smallest everyday things is amazing, so it’s hardly surprising that I was hooting with laughter for the majority of the book. This earned me several strange looks on the Metro, with a couple of people edging away from me.

I’m not going to say too much about the ‘plot’ (to say that she gets married is not a spoiler!), apart from that her family are endearing and ‘bickery’, Toryboy is wonderful and infuriating, and the 10 reasons that Lucy comes up with, when asked why she loves him, are really rather sweet. Lucy’s self-deprecation also doesn’t feel forced, which can often happen when writers are trying to be funny- it’s entirely plausible that her entire family do, in fact, think that she’s both fat-chested and vertically challenged, and love her in spite of it.

I really recommend this book for when you’re feeling a bit blue, or if you’ve just finished something that was a bit heavy-going. It’s almost guaranteed to make you giggle out loud. Just don’t blame me if people give you a wide bearth…

4.5/5


‘The House at Midnight’ – Lucie Whitehouse

The House at Midnight was the debut novel from Lucie Whitehouse, but the second of her novels that I’ve read. In hindsight, it may have been a mistake to read The Bed That I Made first, as I think that it’s a much better novel. That’s not to say that her first novel wasn’t enjoyable, but both the writing and the plotting were improved by her second.

Perhaps what slightly spoilt The House at Midnight for me were the reviews promising that it was in the vein of Donna Tartt’s The Secret History and Daphne du Maurier’s Rebecca. Since these are two of my favourite books, it’s understandable that my expectations were high. Unfortunately, although Whitehouse’s book shares a gothic tone with both novels (and the degree topic of the main protagonists with The Secret History), it doesn’t live up to expectations. Of course one could say that few novels can live up to comparisons to two such well-written, and well-loved, novels…

Whitehouse is a talented writer and, despite my slight disappointment, The House at Midnight is by no means a bad novel. Primarily set in the house of the title, in the Oxfordshire countryside, the cast is a set of friends who met at university, and have carried on their friendships into their late-20s, early-30s. Some of these characters are both likeable and empathetic, especially Martha, the narrator’s best friend and house-mate. However, not all of the character are as engaging. Joanne, the narrator, is fine to begin with, but slowly becomes so self-centred that it is hard to stay interested. This would be mildly irritating if she was one of many narrators, but it really begins to grate as she is the only voice in thebook.

What Whitehouse does do well, and this is also present in The Bed I Made, is to create an atmosphere of increasing menace. The house, which is left to Lucas when his uncle dies suddenly, plays a large part in this, with glowering paintings and dark corridors aplenty. The tension between Joanne and Danny, Lucas’ best friend, adds to the feelings of apprehension, until the climax, which is both predictable and ambiguous, which I appreciated. In a novel which follows a fairly conventional path, it was nice for threads to be left loose at the end of the book.

All in all, although it’s not one of the best novels I’ve ever read, and it is in no way as good as the two novels it has been over-enthusiastically compared to, it pleasantly filled a gap in my reading schedule.

3/5


The Martin Beck series by Maj Sjöwall and Per Wahlöö

 

As I’ve mentioned (rather a while ago), I read the majority of the rather brilliant, and widely praised, Martin Beck series whilst in Sweden over Easter. I’d only read one before, from the middle of the series, and although I enjoyed it, I much prefer reading books in order (call me a pendant…). Mr. Bibliomouse had kindly taken the first 4 out of the library for me to read whilst he was ‘at the office’ (for ‘office’, read ‘sitting in cafe, pretending to read academic articles’), and it didn’t take me long to polish them all off and go back for more!

Maj Sjöwall and Per Wahlöö were a couple who wrote ten books in the Martin Beck series together before Wahlöö died in 1975. Although  Sjöwall still lives in Stockholm, and is one of Sweden’s  foremost translators, it’s the crime novels that she wrote with Wahlöö that she’s best known for.

As a series, the books changed the way that fictional detectives were portrayed. Beck was created as the original ‘realistic’ detective, before readers were used to characters like Morse and Wallander conducting investigations from beneath a crust of cynical cantankerousness. Despite Beck being almost constantly either depressed or mildly ill, he’s an immensely likeable main character and the partnership with his close friend and fellow detective Lennart Kollberg is beautifully drawn throughout the 10 novels. It’s this skill with characterisation that makes the books a joy to read- not all of the detectives are empathetic, but all of them are recognisable from real life. All have tics and habits that make them make them annoying at times, both to each other and to the reader, but in a way that just makes the novels more realistic, and by the end of the series I really felt as though I would miss some of the characters. This is a sure indicator that I really rate a book/series highly, that the end of the novel will leave a small hole in my life, albeit usually temporarily*.

All of the ten novels are worth reading, but my favourites were ‘Roseanna’, ‘The Laughing Policeman’ and ‘Cop Killer’. If you want detailed and well-written police procedurals, with an underlying social commentary, I highly recommend Maj Sjöwall and Per Wahlöö’s series of crime stories.

*Actually, I still sometimes wonder what certain literary characters are doing, and what their eventual fate was. Did Cassandra ever find love again, after Simon Cotton? Was George still a tomboy, even when she grew up? I know it’s odd, but some characters just seem to live outside of their books. Don’t tell anyone…!



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