The summer continues at its normal pace and I must admit that I haven’t been that productive so far (apart from general life responsibilities). I’ve also been reading — I know: shocker — and thought I’d let you know which titles have passed across my pupils. 🙂
I started off with “The Light Years” (1990), the first volume of Elizabeth Jane Howard’s The Cazalet Chronicles. Very lightweight but also very readable, despite the fact that it introduces a million new characters who may (or may not) be related to each other. (I wouldn’t mind a family tree – I bet there’s one online but I haven’t checked this yet.)
Anyway, this title introduces all the family just before the start of WWII and although I can’t say that I was completely blown away with it, I did go ahead and buy the next volume on Kindle, ready for if/when I need a fluffy read.
Then, I wanted a good travel/airport read (since I was actually traveling to CA in real life) so continuing with my TBR-read project, I pulled off “Tales of a Female Nomad: Living at Large in the World” by Rita Golden Gelman (2002). This is a well-written travel narrative that follows the real-life adventures of the author who, after her divorce, decided to travel for a while to regain her mental bearings.
She travelled extremely lightly, with her fingers crossed that others would provide and that didn’t really sit very well with me. Isn’t it a little rude to travel SO lightly that you could only struggle on if you sponge off your future friends? (I might just be being me though.) It all worked out but perhaps she and I have different ideas of the responsibilities of being a host to a privileged white woman traveling “to find herself” (especially when one considers the poverty of a few of the countries she visits).
As mentioned, the writing was good and I enjoyed learning about her travels as she visited countries and tried traditions that I probably would not be brave enough to do myself. Plus – she got to talk with some interesting and generous people who she met during this time (which turned into years).
She also had adult children but she didn’t seem to visit them much (and neither they her, I must admit). I’m not sure that this was entirely due to low finances, as she claimed in the book – she sounds a little self-absorbed to me – but perhaps it was for another reason. I don’t know.
After that, I had a hankering for some more good writing, this time from the hands of Stephen King. Yes – that horror writer. Typically, I run screaming in fear from King’s work (in terms of narrative plot) but I’m realizing that I can enjoy his less-scary writing and he’s such an excellent writer that it helps overcome any reticence on my part.
So – I picked “Dolores Claiborne” from the library shelves and thoroughly enjoyed it, twisted though it was. I’m definitely picking up more King in the future — just staying away from his frightening stuff. This was a really good suspense novel and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Then, finished up a novella from Sam Selven, “The Lonely Londoners” (1956), which was a really good read. Selven was a Trinidadian author who also lived in England for a lot of his life so he knew life from a Caribbean-English immigrant perspective in the city of London which makes this a very authentic read for me. (Not sure if he was part of the Windrush Generation but he’s got to be close to that…)
This novel, short though it is, packs a punch. It’s written in dialogue (but you easily get the hang of it) and revolves around a new Londoner called Moses, also from the Caribbean area. He has somehow been put into the position of welcoming new arrivals from his home country when they first arrive in England and helps them find digs and a job to start off their new life.
This fixer position is not what he likes but he’s too soft-hearted to complain and besides, it gives him a level of importance when England refused to recognize that in its new Black immigrants. (It’s the 1950s UK as well, so cultural diversity was pretty much non-existent in terms of being recognized by official and unofficial powers that be.)
I’m definitely going to do a long blog post on this because it’s worth it. I’ll link to it when it’s done so you can peruse it at your leisure. 🙂
Moving on, I’d enjoyed my earlier read of a biography of Queen Elizabeth II by Robert Lacey and so wanting more royal-related reading, toddled off to the library and picked “The Little Princesses: The Story of the Queen’s Childhood by her Nanny, Marion Crawford” (1950).
At the first chapter, I almost put it down because it was written so simply (too simple) and seemed to be rather sycophantic at the same time. But for some reason, I kept going and, in the end, I must have become used to these traits since I finished the read without too much trouble (except a slump in the middle). A longer blog post in the future, for sure, so check back for that.
And now I’m deep into “The Secret of Chimneys” by Agatha Christie (1925), a murder-mystery that is all wrapped up in a warm cup of tea. Not sure who the murderer is right now but thoroughly enjoying this read.
Next — not too sure. Just bought a couple of books online and a couple more at B&N (gift certificate was burning a hole in my pocket). And more to come on that…
We’re having our home’s hardwood floors refinished so we’re hanging out at a kind friend’s house to avoid the noisy sander – first stage of the process. The workers tell us should only be a couple more days and then it should look great. Can’t wait. ETA: It’s now the end of the week for the project. Sigh.
Reading plans for the future include a refocus on the old TBR pile and picking up some more writers of color.
And I’ve been cooking up a storm, supper-wise, (and still continuing with our marathon project of watching “The Great British Baking Show” except I’m not baking. I’m more of a savory person when I’m the chef in charge…)
Screen wise, we’ve been sucked into “Schitt’s Creek” which is brilliant fun (currently in crush mode with Alexa and David) and “Minari”, a movie about a Korean immigrant family to the US who wants to own a farm instead of being stuck sexing chicks (their current gig). It’s a fascinating plot all done in subtitles (since the family are such recent arrivals to the US). It probably meets the definition of a bildungsroman in terms of plot — seriously one of the best movies we’ve seen this year.
And then I’ve been pulled into doing loads of word search puzzles. Not the most intellectual of pursuits but they are fun!
I’ve now properly started my Summer of Liz which means oodles of free time for me (I’m very lucky), and I’ve been thinking of how I’d like to spend my time. (Doing loads of very worthy and world-changing activities, I’m sure… HA.)
Actually, I’m not sure what I’m going to do but I do know it’s going to involve going to the gym and the pool (for the lazy river, naturally!); it’s going to consist of lots of reading; and I’m determined to continue with this slightly out-of-character interest in cooking new recipes.
(I think this is what happens if you binge-watch a couple of seasons of the Great British Baking Show. I’m not that interested in baking sweet stuff so I tend to focus more on savory recipes. If I’m going to cook, I may as well make it something ready for supper… Two-birds-with-one-stone idea. If I’m honest, I am also not the greatest with fiddly baking stuff either.)
Recipes so far have included spinach and feta cheese wrapped up in individual puff pastry packets (yum); lemon chicken; roasted turkey tenderloins with herb sauce and pork tenderloin with figs — all new recipes to me and all worthy of repeating. 🙂
Reading-wise, I think I’d like to focus on my own TBR pile for a while and see what progress I can make there. I do love the library and I’m sure I’m going to continue my visits there — I’d just like to continue my ongoing focus on my own books as well. (I also need to turn off that One-Click option on Amazon… 😉 )
I’d also bet that there will be a jigsaw puzzle or two to keep me busy.
To contribute to communal life, I volunteered some time with the local Friends of the Library group which was fun and worthwhile. I’ll probably repeat that again sometime soon. Messing around with books? Going to the library? No pressure to be sociable? Yes please.
And then I’d really like to get some culture so I’m planning on seeing what exhibits our museums and art centers have going on. Haven’t been to them for some time so interested in catching what’s new (to me, at least). And linked with this, I’d like to pick up my camera and doing some photog stuff again as well.
So, we’ll see how this progresses. None of this stuff is “have-to-do” and if it happens, that’s great. If not, no pressure there either. Win-win.
I do like summer (especially since our region hasn’t hit the highest temperatures yet so it’s not too brutal to spend time outside right now). I hope your summer is going smoothly as well.
This title is actually a collection of different pieces taken from Beeton’s well-known Book of Household Management, a valuable guide for the domestic householders of Victorian times and an intriguing social history document as seen through today’s eyes. It’s part of the Penguin Great Food Series which looks interesting in and of itself.
This post will be in a notes format as that seems to be the most sensible way to approach this:
Morning calls (which actually happen after lunch) should be short (15-20 mins) and are required after a dinner party, ball, or picnic. The visiting lady may remove her boa and her neckerchief, but not her shawl or bonnet. (The latter being removed implies that the visitor is planning to stay much longer than the allotted time – what horrors!)
About gargling at the dinner table: “The French and other continentals have a habit of gargling the mouth; [sic], but it is a custom which no English gentlewoman should in the slightest degree, imitate.”
Re: “French beef”: “It is all but universally admitted that the beef of France is greatly inferior in quality to that of England, owing to inferiority of the pastures…”
It’s recommended to serve boiled Brussels Sprouts in the shape of a pineapple: “A very pretty appearance…”
Cucumbers should be “excluded from the regimen of the delicate” as it’s “neither nutrition or digestible…”
Other options suggested for dinner parties: fried ox-feet/cow-heel, veal cake (“so convenient for picnics”) and lark pie (especially with lark tongues). Potted partridge is also another option.
Ices/Sorbets: “The aged, delicate and children should abstain from ices or iced beverages… as they are apt to provoke indisposition” in the digestive process.
Milk: “This bland and soothing article of diet is excellent for the majority of thin, nervous people.”
Cheese: “A celebrated gourmand remarked that a dinner without cheese is like a woman with one eye.” Also, Stilton (which my dad used to love) was also called British Parmesan, but Beeton warns that “decomposing cheese” is “not wholesome eating, and the line must be drawn somewhere…” (My dad would wait until his Stilton was almost walking away and then he would eat it. Chuckle.)
As this post was getting somewhat unwieldy, I’ll end here and post Part Two at another time.
P.S. WordPress has changed. Wah. (Although I have no right to complain as it’s free.) :-}
Subtitle: Being a Guide to the Formation and Maintenance of Economical, Healthful, Beautiful and Christian Homes and dedicated to the women of America in who [sic] hands rest the real destinies of the Republic.*
The wise woman seeks a home…, she will aim to secure a house so planned that it will provide in the best manner for health, industry, and economy, those cardinal requisites of domestic enjoyment and success.
Meet the original Martha Stewarts…
This was a mid-Victorian American best seller of domestic advice and was a successful collaboration between two sisters, Catherine** E. Beecher and Harriet Beecher Stowe (younger sister of the two). Their mother died when Catherine was 16 and Harriet was five, and Catherine took over the running of the house then. She became a teacher during her 20’s and was engaged to be married but her fiancé died at sea before that could happen. Instead, she started a school for girls which included a more rigorous “male” education than usual. Catherine was instrumental in promoting schools out west in the US pioneer territories.
Interestingly, Catherine did not believe that women should have the vote, but then so did a lot of other people at that point in time. (The National Woman Suffrage Association was founded in 1869, and Wyoming was the very first state to give women the vote (trying to lure women there to provide a source of wives for all the speculators), so it was an ongoing political battle at that point. Just FYI.) Younger sister Harriet was a mover and a shaker in the abolitionist world (especially for the writing of Uncle Tom’s Cabin), and the U. S. Civil War had only just finished a few years ago before this was published, and would be fresh in the cultural memory. Also, the Emancipation Proclamation and 13th Amendment were recent historical events as well.
Harriet was the seventh of 13 children (including six brothers who all became ministers), and was lucky enough to be educated in the school that her older sister founded (see above). She married a preacher/theologist and moved to northern Florida where she started one of the first integrated schools in the country. Both Harriet and her hubby were involved in the Underground Railroad at times.
This particular book is very detailed on many levels with the aim of elevating “housekeeping” to a domestic science, and admittedly, there is a lot of science talked about here – serious science as well on a variety of topics ranging from heat conduction/convection, how we breathe, how furnaces and stoves work, how cells form in the human body, the different chemical elements in the human body (wrt nutrition etc.). It’s really interesting to see how the sisters matched domesticity with hard scientific fact here, and it’s clear how hard they had both worked to make this a serious reference book for women in the domestic sphere (and out) – perhaps trying to elevate the humble art of making a home?
Loaded with such intricate details to help inexperienced wives or housekeepers with few servants (if any), this is a pretty comprehensive handbook. Details are included to help readers make their own furniture or house down to the type of nails and what should match with what… how wide the shelves should be in the kitchen… The kitchen sink was designed to be very shallow compared with today’s sinks (three inches deep was recommended with three feet wide)… Plumbing was important (as it still is today) and “must be well done or much annoyance will ensue”…
The physical health of the family, especially for a family far removed from urban resources, was vital, and this volume does not shy from the technicalities of the human body functions. It goes into some depth about human breathing and heart and the importance of fresh air (especially in crowded houses in winter). The authors state that “they are informed by medical writers that defective ventilation is one great cause of diseased joints, as well as of diseases of the eyes, ears, and skin…”
It’s important for women to know how to care for the health of her family: To a woman of age and experience, these duties often involve a measure of trial and difficulty at times deemed almost insupportable; how hard, then, must they press on the heart of the young and inexperienced!
Watch out for too much learning as “the thinking portion of the brain may be so overworked as to drain the nervous fluid for other portions which become debilitated by the loss… the overworked portion may be diseased or paralyzed by the excess…” Victorians would also believe that education negatively affected a woman’s uterus and fertility so watch out for that…
This also holds for staying busy by being active: “the heavenly pleasure secured by virtuous industry and benevolence, while it satisfies at the time, awakens fresh desires for the continuance of so ennobling a good”… Getting up early is a very important trait (as rarely seen in the aristocracy in England, it seems) and it’s important the young America avoids this “aristocratic folly”… (It’s also, for reasons unknown, portrayed as more patriotic to get up early in this land of ours.)
Having a beautiful home “contributes much to the education of the entire household in refinement, intellectual development, and moral sensibility”… It even offers lists of art to buy and maintains that having a beautiful house is also important for the ongoing education of the children of the establishment: The educating influence of these works of art can hardly be over-estimated. Surrounded by such suggestions of the beautiful, and such reminders of history and art, children are constantly trained to correctness of tote and refinement of thought, and stimulated…
Sly-witted opinions are put in subtly every now and then: (with reference to the practice of growing ferns in the house to add color) – “we have been into rooms which…have been made to have an air so poetical and attractive that they seemed more like a nymph’s cave than any thing in the real world…” (Watch out for greenhouse ferns as they are expensive and “often great cheats … and die on your hands in the most reckless and shameless manner…”)
As for the quality of food, as the authors state, “the American table, taken as a whole, is inferior to that of England or France”… chortle. Yorkshire pudding for all!
(French people and their cooking (their niceties and French whim-whams!) are described (for unknown reasons) as “seemingly thoughtless people” – what brought that comment about? Rather different perspective than Julia Childs, methinks… But no recipes were included which was curious. Perhaps the authors didn’t want to venture into that “women’s” territory with this project.
And I liked this bit: “Yet in England,… their perfect cooking is as absolute a certainty as the rising of the sun…” Hmm. Not been in my kitchen then..? 🙂
American cookery books get a bit bashed here: “Half of the recipes in our cook-books are mere murder to such constitutions and stomachs as we grow here…” so it’s perfectly OK to swipe tips from other countries (notably France and UK, it seems). Curiously enough, the authors are very conscious of being American and try extra hard to show that America (young as the country was) still had its own merits. They are quite concerned about being “as good as” other countries (notably in Europe).
Back to the kitchen…. Beware of using pepper, mustard and spices – they “quicken the labors of the internal organs” … “a person who thus keeps the body working under an unnatural excitement [using such spices], *lives faster* than Nature designed, and the constitution is worn out just so much the sooner…” At the same time, beware of cold foods (such as ice cream) as the stomach needs to have a certain degree of warmth or it “ceases to act….” And if you’re going to eat whale oil, add sawdust to give it heft.
Despite its age, the book offers some very valid advice though, still applicable today: The fewer man-made mixtures there are in cooking, the more healthful is the food likely to be… the idea of growing local (of course since transport was difficult), and eating for appetite and due to exercise etc. as opposed to just sitting down at the table and gobbling everything there is. Lots of fruit and veggies etc. but watch out for the evil potato as it belongs to a “family suspected of very dangerous traits…” (i.e. deadly nightshade et al.)
As for serving cold bread, the authors report: “the unknown horrors of dyspepsia from bad bread are a topic over which we willingly draw a veil…”
Healthy drinking choices were also covered, including the hazards of using stimulants (alcohol, opium mixtures, tobacco, tea and coffee). This habit often goes to “such an extreme that the passion is perfectly uncontrollable, and mind and body perish under this baleful habit…” (Goodness me – I don’t remember having this reaction from a cup of PG Tips…)
Drinking hot tea can (will?) also lead to loss of teeth (as a study from Mexico demonstrated – drinking tea at almost boiling point was the chief cause of the “almost entire want of teeth in that country..and it cannot be much doubted that much evil is done in this way by hot drinks”…
However, a later chapter reports really positively on drinking tea with the following: “The first article of … faith is, that the water must not merely be hot, not merely have boiled a few moments since, but be actually boiling at the moment it touches the tea. Hence, though servants in England are vastly better trained than with us, this delicate mystery is seldom left to their hands. Tea-making belongs to the drawing-room, and high-born ladies preside at “the bubbling and loud hissing urn,” and see that all due rites and solemnities are properly performed—that the cups are hot, and that the infused tea waits the exact time before the libations commence.”
Fashion – according to the authors, wearing tight corsets may lead to dreadful ulcers and cancers… In fact, the authors conclude that “the horrible torments inflicted by savage Indians or cruel inquisitors on their victims or the protracted agonies that result from [using confining corsets etc.] sometime the former would be a merciful exchange…and tender parents are unconsciously leading their lovely and hapless daughters to this awful doom…”
I do think that quite a lot of people would benefit from reading chapter Fifteen (about manners). What’s interesting is that both the Beechers argue that people in America are too repressive in their expression of feelings, and they need to loosen up a bit, but I think that that’s been overcome by people now. 🙂
The Beechers also make rather a radical point for the time: that husbands need to honor the wishes and happiness of wives as of equal value of his own – I’m not sure how popular that sentiment would have been with the Average Guy back then.
Related to being polite to people is also a whole chapter on keeping your temper when you’re a housekeeper – “There is nothing which has a more abiding influence on the happiness of a family than the preservation of equable and cheerful temper and tones in the housekeeper.” So you remember that as you’re cooking dinner for ten on an unpredictable stove in a far outpost on the Pioneer Trail in a dust storm….
And on the handbook goes – principles and advice about almost everything from giving to charity, saving time, taking care of infants and the “aged”, what to do if someone gets struck by lightning, lighting a fire, propagating plants, how to build and maintain an “earth closet and its excrementitious matter”… (That’s not a typo there…)
I think this book must have been HUGE to hold and read (or published in multi-volumes) as it has so much info in it. This was a fascinating journey into the housekeeping world of the nineteenth century of Victorian America, and if you are remotely curious about how earlier generations of women maintained their houses, this is for you. Great to dip in and out of….
* “dedicated to the women of America in who [sic] hands rest the real destinies of the Republic” – this reference is very striking as it seriously undermines the current thinking of that time (i.e. that women could not be smart/powerful/involved in politics). By phrasing this “in whose hands rest…”, the Beechers smartly make a point without sounding too “aggressive” for the people who were threatened by increased female involvement in society. Nice tricky touch by the sisters there.
** It’s not clear to me whether the name “Catherine” is spelled “CathErine” or “CathArine” as it’s spelled in various ways throughout the net in different sources. The original book cover photo that I found says “CathErine” but other places say to use an A – any confirmations either way out there?
Edited to add: The author Charlotte Perkins Gilman (who wrote the iconic short story, The Yellow Wallpaper, in 1890) was a grandniece of Catharine and Harriet Beecher, and earlier in her writing career, Perkins Gilman wrote a domestic sci book which became very popular (published in 1898). Book title was “Women and Economics: A Study in the Economic Relation Between Men and Women as a Factor in Social Evolution”, and is thought to have established her as “the leading intellectual in the women’s movement”…. Not too shabby.
Another edited to add: Beecher Stowe went to FL to work on Reconstruction efforts down there. Some sources report that she only summered down there whilst others say otherwise. She eventually set up a school and church for freed people in Mandarin, a small settlement south of Jacksonville. Additionally, she went down south to help rehabilitate her son Fred. He had been a Union soldier, and had been both physically and emotionally wounded. Hoping he would improve, Beecher Stowe made him the overseer of a cotton plantation and then later on, an orange grove.
(That’s interesting that the son was the overseer of a plantation when Beecher Stowe was instrumental in working with freed slaves. Did Fred have slaves on his plantation to do the work? If so, what kind of overseer was he? Enquiring minds need to know.
A fun and fast read, this book focuses on a small group of adult students attending a casual cooking class at a local neighborhood restaurant. Written by an author who clearly appreciates food on a sensual level, characters are introduced one chapter at a time, and the reader gets to know their history and how they ended up at that particular class – all for varied and personal reasons, bien sur.
The narrative and descriptions were a bit OTT at times – a warm tortilla was described as “soft as a mother’s hand moving across the back of an almost sleeping child” – and I think that was probably more to excess enthusiasm on the part of the author than anything else. However, ignoring these scattered pieces of over-writing, it was a well written novel which told a good story. I love it when authors start off with disparate threads and end up with a finished tapestry at the end of the tale. Not a particularly new structure, by any means, but when it’s done well, it’s very effective.
If you’re a fan of Laura Esquival’s Like Water for Chocolate… or perhaps Joanne Harris’ Chocolat, you’ll enjoy this (although this has fewer overt magical realism elements to it). Plus there’s a sequel (The Lost Art of Mixing) to this title being released later this month which will probably be a good read at a later date.
Bauermeister has also co-edited a collection of a wide range of book titles by women authors in a book called “500 Great Books by Women” to which I frequently refer as it’s a great reference tool. That’s a recommended read as well, and super-useful if you’re in a “I don’t know what to read next” rut.
Julia Child has to have been one of the most energetic and upbeat people who has ever lived. Being that she is tall and gangly (six foot two inches tall), she really gives her all in living life to the fullest and living her passions. She met and married Paul Child during their service in the OSS, and as his wife, they move around the world (mostly France but there are other postings), and it is there in France that Julia becomes her own person and larger than life.
Her first meal in Paris is described as an epiphany for her and cracks open the door to learning (and becoming an expat expert) on the art of French cooking. She attends and graduates from Le Cordon Bleu (not without difficulty being the only woman among eleven GIs), and then uses that foundation as a spring board to even higher heights of gastronomical cooking.
Working with two French partners with French cooking experience, Julia leads the charge on a huge encyclopedic recipe book (but so much more than that). Julia is obsessive about the ingredients, which ones work best at what point and the science of cooking. Her writing partners are more laidback in this area which is ok at first, but then leads to some issues for all.
And yet this autobiography is so much more than about writing a cookery book (albeit a cookery book that changed how America cooked, so it is said). This is really a paean of adoration to the country of France, its people, its geography, its culture and, bien sur, its food. The Childs travel widely across France to taste different dishes and when Paul retires from the diplomatic corps, they end up building a small home near Provence. What an idealistic place this must have seemed, because from the descriptions, most of their life was cooking and eating (and drinking).
I say that, and then I remember that quite a bit of the book covers the actual writing and publishing process of “The Art of French Cooking”. It took the collaboration of authors a long time (Seven? Eight years?) to compile and write the info and even then it wasn’t what the original publishers wanted. (It’s puzzling to me that the authors and the pub didn’t communicate during that time to make sure they were both on the same page, topic speaking.) So back to the drawing board for everyone. A long and arduous process, but one that concluded in a classic recipe (and more) book for Americans.
I really enjoyed this read. Julia is/was a good writer and raconteur, and her nephew has done a good job organizing what I’m sure was a lot of mixed-up information into a logical format. The last paragraph in the book really sums up how Julia saw the world:
“In all the years since that [first] succulent meal, I have yet to lose the feelings of wonder and excitement that it inspired in me. I can still almost taste it. And thinking back on it now reminds me that the pleasures of the table, and of life, are infinite – toujours bon appétit!”