P.D. James and Jane Austen
21 Dec 2011 2 Comments
in Books, Fiction, Mysteries Tags: Jane Austen, P. D. James, Pride and Prejudice
I need to explain that I re-read Pride and Prejudice at least once a year. I loved the early PBS version of the book, but that has been replaced now by the Colin Frith version which I own on DVD. I’ve also dipped into some of the sequels and expansions (most are horrible) to feed by habit.
P.D. James is one of my favorite writers. I have read all of her mysteries. One of my favorites is An Unsuitable Job for a Woman which introduced the young Cordelia Gray. Adam Dalgleish her primary detective is not only a police inspector, but also a published poet. Her books are literate and the mysteries complex and interesting. So when I saw that James had written a kind of sequel to Pride and Prejudice I ordered a copy immediately. And I was not disappointed.
With her usual elegance, James tells brings us to the Darcy estate six years after Elizabeth Bennet married her Mr. Darcy. They now have 2 children and Elizabeth has clearly taken hold as mistress of Pemberley. All the other characters make their appearance including George Wickham who is still a wild neer do well and his wife, Elizabeth’s sister Lydia is still tends to hysteria. They are at the heart of the mystery.
Liesal Schillinger in her review last week in the New York Times book review writes
James clearly understands that many readers feel as close an attachment to Austen’s characters as they do to their own relatives and friends. So she cannily begins by furnishing answers to the natural question: “Where are they now?”
How right it feels to learn, as James informs us, that Bingley and Jane moved away from Netherfield soon after their marriage, wanting to put distance between them and the ever-querulous Mrs. Bennet at Longbourn. What a delight to read that tone-deaf, humorless Mary Bennet has married a “thin, melancholy” rector, “given to preaching sermons of inordinate length and complicated theology.” How apt that the evil seducer George Wickham, after marrying Lizzy’s frivolous sister Lydia, worked as a secretary for the foppish baronet Sir Walter Elliot (a character from Austen’s novel “Persuasion”) until Lydia’s “open flirtation” with the baronet and Wickham’s simpering attempts to ingratiate himself with his employer’s daughter met “finally with disgust.” And what a treat to see Bingley’s snobbish sisters, Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley, get their comeuppance — and Harriet Smith (of “Emma”) her reward.
Above all, James will delight Austen’s devoted fans by showing Darcy and Lizzy to be (if anything) more in love and better matched than anyone might have hoped, six years into their marriage.
If you love Austen and you love James or you love one or the other, I think you will love this book.
(Illustration by Skip Sterling)
Summer Reading
17 Aug 2011 Leave a Comment
in Books, Mysteries, Fiction, Children's Tags: Elizabeth Enright, Dorothy Gilman, Dorothy Canfield Fisher, Laura Ingalls Wilder, Brattleboro Books
I was away for a few days last week and did what I always do in Vermont: hike a little and read and relax a lot. There are several books in my sister’s library I re-read once a year: Understood Betsy by Dorothy Canfield Fisher and Gone-Away Lake by Elizabeth Enright.
This is the story of a little orphan girl around 1900 who has to leave the home of her aunt in an unspecified mid-western city and move to near Putney, Vermont. She learns self-sufficiency, kindness and, most of all, what it takes to be happy. My sister’s hardback is so old, it was published when Dorothy Canfield has not yet added the Fisher. It was published in 1917. The book is like the Little House Books by Laura Ingalls Wilder in the way in which they talk about how to do things like churn butter and make applesauce. And of course, it is about Vermont.
Gone-Away Lake is also a children’s book. First published in 1957, it tells the story of young, almost teens who discover an abandoned resort on a lake that became a swamp after a dam was built. They discover a brother and sister fallen on hard times who moved back to where they had once spent summers. They have adventures and keep the discovery a secret as long as they can from their parents. It is a book about accepting differences couched in a summer vacation story. There is a sequal, Return to Gone-Away in which one of the abandoned houses is purchased and restored by one of the families.
Elizabeth Enright won a Newberry Honor award for Gone-Away Lake.
My other favorite thing to do is to poke around a wonderful used bookstore in Brattleboro, Brattleboro Books. (They, like all bookstores, need a little press.) This year the treasure I unearthed by Dorothy Gilman’s The Tightrope Walker. I had not thought about it or read it in many years, but the minute I spotted the book, it all came back to me. It is the story of a young woman who solves a mystery and discovers herself. (Is there a theme to these books?)
The heroine finds a note in a hurdy-gurdy and follows a trail to uncover a the secret of the note writer’s murder. It is an old-fashioned follow the clues where ever they lead mystery with some romance thrown in. Gilman wrote the tightrope walker in 1979 in between writing her better known Mrs. Pollifax spy stories.
So now you know what I read on my summer vacation.
Josephine Tey and Dick Francis
16 Feb 2010 1 Comment
in Books, Culture, Fiction, Mysteries Tags: Dead Cert, Dick Francis, Josephine Tey, Miss Pym Disposes
I had just finished re-reading Josephine Tey’s Miss Pym Disposes when I learned of the death of Dick Francis. While they could not be more different, both are favorites of mine. Josephine Tey specialized in elegant stories with very little violence and no blood while Dick Francis always had a “tough guy” hero who at some point gets beaten up (or injured somehow) and has to be nursed back to health, usually by the love interest. Tey wrote only eight mysteries between 1929 (The Man in the Queue) and 1952 (The Singing Sands ). Francis, on the other hand wrote more than 40 beginning in 1962 with Dead Cert.
Dick Francis was the Queen’s Jockey and famous in British racing circles before he turned to write mysterties. According to his obituary in the New York Times
…Mr. Francis was already a celebrity in British sporting circles. Named champion jockey of the 1953-54 racing season by the British National Hunt after winning more than 350 races, he was retained as jockey to the queen mother for four seasons and raced eight times in the Grand National Steeplechase.When Devon Loch, the horse he was racing for the queen mother in the 1956 Grand National, collapsed in a spectacular mishap just before he would have won, Mr. Francis feared, as he put it in his autobiography, that he would be remembered as “the man who didn’t win the National.” This setback, along with the accumulated miseries of injuries, forced him into early retirement at the age of 36.
The New York Times published this well known picture of Francis on Devon Loch, the Queen Mother’s horse.
Drawing on his experiences as a jockey and his intimate knowledge of the racetrack crowd — from aristocratic owners to Cockney stable boys — the novel contained all the elements that readers would come to relish from a Dick Francis thriller. There was the pounding excitement of a race, the aura of the gentry at play, the sweaty smells from the stables out back, an appreciation for the regal beauty and unique personality of a thoroughbred — and enough sadistic violence to man and beast to satisfy the bloodthirsty.
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Mr. Francis was a formulaic writer, even if the formula was foolproof. He drew the reader into the intimate and remarkably sensual experience of the world of racing. His writing never seemed better than when his jockey-heroes climbed on their mounts and gave themselves up to what he called “the old song in the blood.”
This self-contained world was, of course, a reflection of a broader universe in which themes of winning and losing and courage and integrity have more sweeping meaning. As the critic John Leonard wrote, “Not to read Dick Francis because you don’t like horses is like not reading Dostoyevsky because you don’t like God.”
Tey also created worlds. Each of her eight mysterties is set in a different world. Although little is know about Tey (Elizabeth Macintosh), she was born in Inverness and attended a physical training college in Birmingham. Miss Pym Disposes is set at a similar sort of college where the students (all young women) study to teach phys ed and practice what we would now call physical therapy.
The writer, Natasha Cooper, wrote in a short essay on Tey
Until I started to think about this piece I had always assumed that my devotion to Josephine Tey’s novels had most to do with the age at which I first read them. As an impressionable twelve- or thirteen-year-old I revelled in the gentle, unusually rational decency of her good characters and found the domesticity of her settings appealing. The elegant simplicity of her style makes her work easy to enjoy at any age and some of the novels, particularly Brat Farrar with its predominantly young cast, might well have been written specifically for teenagers.
But once I started to reread some of the novels the other day, I realised that there was more to my delight in her work. Her obsession with the masks people wear and the truths they hide is one that I share. All crime writers must be concerned with the ways in which criminals disguise themselves and are found out by their investigators, but Tey’s interest went beyond that.
…In Miss Pym Disposes she plays with the idea of misread identity in several different ways in the characters of the heroine, an easily mockable spinster who happens to have written a brilliantly successful psychology textbook, and the three physical training students who provide the murderer, victim and chief suspect.Like most of Tey’s villains, Pamela Nash in Miss Pym Disposes is beautiful, successful, adored – and so full of vanity that she cannot conceive of anything (even someone else’s life) being more important than her own wishes…
I also first read Tey as a teenager by discovering Miss Pym and Brat Farrar.
As the Grumpy Old Bookman said in his 2005 entry
Josephine Tey, the English crime writer, died in 1952; but if you go to Amazon.co.uk and type in her name, you get 172 results; and on Amazon.com you get 109. In other words, the lady is still in print, is still published in a wide variety of formats, still selling, and still being read. That being the case, it is worth having a look at her life and methods in order to see what might be learnt.
So celebrate Dick Francis by picking up one of his books (I particularly like the early ones) and rediscover (or discover) Josephine Tey both are well worth the time.
Nancy Drew, Cherry Ames, and Vicki Barr
18 Jul 2009 Leave a Comment
in Books, Culture, Fiction, Mysteries Tags: Cherry Ames, Nancy Drew, Vicki Barr
Nancy Drew figured in the recent hearings for Sonia Sotomayor to become a judge. It seems that Hillary Rodham Clinton, Ruth Ginsberg, and Sonia Sotomayor all read the series when they were growing up. I have to say that I hated the Nancy Drew books. Oh, I’ve read one or two when they were there and there was nothing else to read, but I much preferred Cherry Ames (the nurse who solved mysteries) or Vicki Barr (the flight attendant who did the same).
In her article in the New York Times, Jan Hoffman recounts the many successful women who read, enjoyed and consider Nancy Drew a role model.
Touchstone, pole star, reflecting pool. Often what women remember about the books speaks to who they were — shy girls seeking inspiration; smart girls seeking affirmation. The series even gave voice to girls who rebelled against the Girl Sleuth’s pearl-necklace perfection.
All told, the women’s recollections capture the impact of a formulaic, ghostwritten series approaching its 80th year.
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Since its debut in 1930, the series has thrived in a germ-free bubble, scarcely brushed by time and social upheaval. Nancy Drew, 16 or 18, depending on the edition, is a daddy’s girl, living with her father, Carson, a lawyer — her mother conveniently died when she was 3 — and housekeeper, Hannah Gruen, in a comfortable home in River Heights where the words “Amber Alert” have never been heard.
With curiosity and confidence, she attacks mysteries and solves them, helped by her friends Bess, who is always “pleasingly plump,” and George, a slim tomboy. There’s a harmless boyfriend, Ned Nickerson, about whom the actress Ellen Barkin once snickered, “He was like her driver to me.”
But others feel the way I do about Nancy
“Nancy is too perfect,” said Laura Lippman, 50, who writes a popular series about Tess Monaghan, a detective with questionable taste in boyfriends and an aversion to rules. Even Nancy’s father “is helpless in front of her perfection. She requires Bess and George to constantly talk about her perfection. Bess is fat and George is unfeminine and they are not as fabulous as Nancy.”
In the very early days of the internet and email, I participated in a discussion group with a number of women. The topic of Nancy Drew came up and I famously wrote that I didn’t like her because you never felt she ever used the bathroom. This is the perfection Lippman is speaking about.
Vicki Barr and Cherry Ames were also mid-westerners with supportive families but they left those families to pursue their professions and dreams. They had interesting friends and were not the center of their own universe although they were the center of their cicles.
Cherry Ames became a nurse to serve during World War II. The first six books, Student Nurse, Senior Nurse, Army Nurse, Chief Nurse, Flight Nurse, and Veterans’ Nurse specifically discuss the war, the war effort, and her role. Her brother went to fight in the war. I liked her because she actually did stuff. Instead of Ned Nickerson, Cherry had doctors and other professional men hanging around. But Cherry also taught us that one has to study to achieve our goals. The first two books are set during her nurse training days.
But my favorite is Vicki Barr. The books are set just after the end of World War II when passenger flights were becoming more popular and less of a novelty.
She reads this ad and talks her way into the class as she in not quite old enough. In fact, she has to get a letter from her parents giving permission.
“If you are twenty-one to twenty-eight, and single – if you are a registered nurse, or if you have at least two years of college or of business experience in dealing with people – then here’s the most appealing job in the world! Apply tomorrow!”
Vicki Barr, like Cherry Ames. had a profession for which she had to be trained. She lived in an apartment in New York City with other stewardesses as they were then called. The first book is about their training which was quite extensive and talked about responsibility for passenger safety. The women who were Vicki’s frends and roommates were diverse, if not racially than in background and even age. She flew a lot of different routes and involved herself in the lives of her passengers which is how she came to solve mysteries. Like Cherry, Vicki had cool boyfriends like the pilot, Dean, and newspaper man, Pete. The boyfriends were always enlisted to help her solve the case, but not to rescue her.
I still read mysteries and I still prefer women sluths, but in response to Jan Hoffman’s question, ”And who was your Nancy Drew?” I have to say Vicki Barr. Besides, the first one was published the year I was born.
Reading Out of Time
23 Apr 2009 Leave a Comment
in Books, Culture, Mysteries Tags: Anne Perry, Annette Meyers, Dorothy Sayers, Mysteries
I often read mysteries set in historical times. Dorothy Sayers for example set her Lord Peter Wimsey/Harriet Vane stories during the time between the World Wars and into the Second. But my recent reading has started me thinking about the differences in investigations before and now.
The economic crisis caused me to re-read some of the Annette Meyer “Smith and Wetzon” books. They are set in the late 1980s and early 1990s. No cell phones, just answering machines. Early forensics help identify the bones of a dancer found in a trunk. No 24 hour news cycles – just the New York Times and the Wall Street Journal delivered daily. The books (Blood on the Street, These Bones Were Made for Dancing, and Murder: The Musical) seem more dated than Dorothy Sayers or what I am reading now, Anne Perry’s Buckingham Place Gardens which is set in Victorian England.
Why are stories set 20 years ago so old-school while Anne Perry and Dorothy Sayers are not? Is is because therre is so much that is familar in Annette Meyer’s that the reader expects Law and Order, CSI or Bones?
Something to think about. I will have to re-read some very early Robert Parker to see if I get the same feeling.
P.D. James, Jill Patton Walsh/Dorothy Sayers
22 Feb 2009 Leave a Comment
in Books, Mysteries Tags: Dorothy Sayers, Jill Patton Walsh, Lord Peter Wimsey, P.D. James
While I’ve been sick, I read P.D. James’ newest book, The Private Patient. I enjoyed it so much, I went back and reread The Murder Room and The Lighthouse. James is one of the few mystery novelists I read with a dictionary near by.
James generally sets her novels in limited community situations – a small museum, on an island, in a country house/clinic and we get to know the residents intimately. Her descriptions of the interactions between the residents, the police and the physical setting of the story build the narrative puzzle. When I’m reading, I jump in my mind from one guilty party to the next and don’t settle on anyone in particular until near the very end.
I also reread the two Lord Peter Wimsey/Harriet Vane novels by Jill Patton Walsh. As I did the first time I read it, I found Thrones, Dominations a fascinating portrait of two very different marriages. It also provides a glimpse into what happened to Peter and Harriet after Busman’s Honeymoon. A Presumption of Death is not as strongly plotted (maybe because Patton Walsh rather than Sayers outlined the story), but I love the descriptions of life in wartime England.
