I've had rather an overdose of Hermione Lee purchasing this week and it's all left the plastic in need of some resuscitation.Both expensive hardback books but thankfully nothing to grumble about on the quality of the book itself.I haven't done the rip test on the paper but it looks high grade.
Firstly Body Parts: Essays on Life Writing because after my read of Hermione Lee's introduction to On Being ill by Virginia Woolf I was keen to read more of her writing and too lazy to trot around my shelves and find all her introductions in books various.
I'm especially pleased to find in this volume a piece on Penelope Fitzgerald and another excellent essay entitled Reading in Bed. Much more on all these soon but a great deal to think about around the subject of biography contained therein.
On the subject of which she is here.
The eagerly anticipated Edith Wharton has arrived in the valley and sumptuous barely covers it. She has swept in for her visit with her unruly red hair plus an entourage of 854 pages and that will be my next reading trail once I can ease Thomas Hardy out of the guest room (he spends hours in the bathroom, what's he doing in there for goodness sake?)
I'm mad keen to get back to the US women writers and Edith is the perfect way in. I'm hoping I don't get Whartonia though because I've only just recovered from that nasty bout of hyper- Gaskellitis I caught at Christmas.
My own fault I know, I gorged.I'm pacing myself with the Hardy, just a small daily dose.
April in Paris by Michael Wallner, not yet published but kindly sent by John Murray and this is too tempting to resist for long because I'm in a heightened state of red alert for Blitz/WWII reads. I've had a public failure to connect with Suite Francaise, The Tinker's run off with Bless 'Em All which I did enjoy, so now we'll see how this one fares.
Charlotte Mendelson's When We Were Bad came from Macmillan and I'm now getting very excited about proofs, who needs covers? It's still a blank slate read for me as not for publication until May so no lit.supp. reviews yet.
This is starting to get a bit like not hearing the scores for a football match, fingers in ears...la la la la, Susan Hill was reading it the last I heard so there may be reader opinion over there too.
A copy of Bloodletting and Miraculous Cures by Dr Vincent Lam came from his editor in Canada.This is my spare copy and, when the quest to find a doctor nearby who reads is successful, this will go their way for a diagnosis.
Might have to feign QoF points for it or I'll have to pay them
That was not a nice thing to say so I've crossed it out.
Half Cut Publications sent me a book of short stories Residue by Andrew Hook "unflinching emotional close-ups effecting daily life" should that be "affecting"? No matter, whether cause or effect, there's my specialist day-job subject if ever there was one.
Knitting Vintage Socks by Nancy Bush has caused whoops of delight and much frantic winding of my Yarn Yard skeins of the month into knittable balls of wool in readiness.This was my BAFAB prize over on Write From Karen, who's already had one very big thank you from me, but here's another one, THANKS KAREN.This book will get a sock post of its own because it is a heel-turner to beat them all.
Finally, and I always seem to have one of these now. A book I felt I of all people should at least have on the shelf as a precursor to perhaps reading it one day, The Wings of the Dove by Henry James.