“Tilling’s appetite for social catastrophe was keen”…
The small village of Tilling is bubbling with social catastrophes and ridiculous (but still funny) situations that this was another fun read. This is the final volume in the Mapp and Lucia series (as written by E. F. Benson) and this involves the death of a beloved budgerigar, new mayoral duties and one of dotty Irene’s frescoes. Oh, and bicycles. It fits the mold of the other M&P books – written with a wicked sense of humor and a heavily satirical look at village life in a past age. Just a fun read that completes that series. I’m surprised how enjoyable these books have been!
“Susan, take care!” he cried. “Your budgerigar: your raspberry soufflé!”
This was an enjoyable cozy read which doesn’t strain the brain cells too much, but at the same time, does ask you to think a bit. I have only just recently started reading Christie and right now am choosing titles on the library shelf rather at random and whether the book looks old and well loved or not. (Not very scientific method really.) However, haven’t had a bad read yet and this one stayed the course. Red herrings, foggy weather, London, cups of tea and elderly ladies – all a fun mix especially when you add in an unexpected murder and some big bank heists. Oh, and a missing old Rector. Enjoyable and well plotted – Christie knew how to write a compelling narrative.
Published in 1980 (and therefore written, presumably, during the 70’s), this book focuses on the PoV of one woman as she wakes up for one morning at different stages of her life. It’s not a particularly important day or anything – it’s just chapters of descriptions of how she feels when she’s a child, a tempestuous adolescent, young mother, and older. Generally, the character is pretty morose and moany throughout these chapters, and in fact, there may have been only two chapters where she was decently happy. She’s not the most likeable person in the world of literature, and I think if you go into this read knowing that the protagonist is just a person who sees yuckiness everywhere, you’ll be ok. It does get a bit old though from the point of view of this particular reader.
So what kept me reading?… The writing itself was poetic and lyrical throughout the narrative. It’s definitely a product of its times (hippy talk), but if you can separate yourself from that, it’s not bad. It’s more of a broccoli book than anything, I think (good for you but not that tasty). Plus it was a random pick off the library shelf so I knew nothing about it or the author. (The book was close to Fitzgerald’s works. That’s how I found it in the first place.)
So – not a bad one, but I don’t think I’ll pick any others from her. She’s seems to have been a generally grumpy person in real life (according to her obit in the Guardian), and that comes off in her writing.