Archive for August, 2011

Masterly Rendition of a Medieval Mindset

Despite being a technophobe, this publication intrigued me so much, I was
inspired to buy a Kindle just so I could read this book. Was it worth it? Well,
in my opinion this is one of the best novels produced in a decade - across all
genres. It tells the story of Richard III’s asecent to the throne, in the first
person narrative of one of his friends, Francis Lovell. But it’s not what you
might assume, and the story twists and turns so that you are left wondering in
what direction the plot will go next. The author has gone to great pains to
research the life and times of England’s most iconic and controversial monarch
but in the style of all good novelists, has imposed his own stamp on the theme.
I cannot think that anyone who reads this novel will be disappointed. Well done,
Mr. Rae. And as for the Kindle….. it didn’t take long to get used to it and
I’ve now downloaded several more books.

London’s Burning – Great Balls Of Fire!

I had quite forgotten what a fascinating lifespan Samuel Pepys had until I
recently re-read this book on holiday. The execution of King Charles I,
Cromwell’s ascendancy, the Restoration, the Great Fire of London, the Dutch
Wars. It has it all! The best aspect of the book though, is Claire Tomalin’s
portrayal of Pepys in a truly intimate fashion – she brings the narrative from
his diaries alive; his fears, his doubts, his romances, his smooth transition
from Parliamentarian to staunch king’s man. One cannot but wonder about the
powerful skills of observation from this fascinating character, as he strolls
through rioting Londoners and keeps a watching brief on the fire that engulfed
the City, so that he can record the outcome for contemporary reports and for
posterity. The reader is left with a sympathetic view of this extraordinary man
who rose to prominence from very ordinary circumstances. What brought the story
home to me was the reluctance of the nation to publish the diaries in a complete
and unabridged fashion for centuries. It just goes to show that Publishers have
ever been slow off the mark to realise real talent.

Quest for the Towton Rose Continues

Apologies to those regular visitors to this page who have been wondering why the postings have all but dried up lately.  In truth, I have been busy with the house move from France, but in between, I have still been trudging the lanes around Towton in search for the elusive rose.
A few days ago I was given a lead from someone who recalled seeing a profusion of speckled red and white roses on the banks of Cock Beck, near Stutton.  They were last seen over thirty years ago though, so were they still there?
I set out, with hope in my heart, on a brilliant sunny day that would have given heart to the most miserable of pessimists.  After a quick reconnoitre though, it was obvious that this was not the ideal habitat for roses.  The banks were choked with Himalayan balsam, creeping buttercups and nettles; far too damp.  Elsewhere were tracts of mixed woodland; far too dark for my rose to survive. There was a dry mound across the river, partly obscured by shoulder-high nettles.  Maybe it was there?
The river stood between me and the dry mound, and I looked down into the beck, swirling with brilliant green water trefoil like some pre-Raphaelite painting, beckoning me in.
Would my knee-high wellingtons save me from getting wet?  Well, faint heart never won fair lady so in I plunged in, immediately feeling the familiar sensation of water seeping in over the top of my galoshers.  Well, what the heck? I waded and squelched across to the opposite bank, karate chopped the nettles, Indiana Jones style and emerged into the light only to be confronted by a meadow sporting only thistles and cow-pats.  Not a rose in sight and all I’d got for my troubles were nettle stings and a soaking.
So, the quest continues but I’m ever hopeful.  You just never know.