“An Accidental Man” roundup and “The Black Prince” preview #IMReadalong @IrisMurdoch


I know I only just posted my review of “An Accidental Man” but it’s now time to round-up reviews of that one and talk about January’s read, “The Black Prince”. Fortunately, my lovely regular readers have come up trumps and started the discussion on the book even though they’ve only had a few days to do so.

Oh, and if you’re coming to this blog new at the turn of 2018/2019, I’d love to have you along for the ride if you’re doing a Centenary Read of Iris Murdoch’s novels: feel free to comment on all the reviews posted so far then read and review along with us, you’re very welcome!

So I had a bit of trouble getting started with this one due to the period, and a few others found the same. I had forgotten a whole pivotal scene which we all found troubling, and I found I’d changed my view of a few characters. A few of us have been discussing on the review and Jo has done her usual excellent Goodreads review.  Do post in the review comments if you’ve reviewed the book on your own website, blog or Goodreads page. I’ll add more links as you let me know about them.

Peter Rivenberg has shared two more odd covers for this book. I suppose the older and newer of mine do show scenes in the book (the poor Owl!) but the middle one still has me lost. Nothing of course beats the Horrible Penguin which Peter has carefully shared (coming up after the US one for the nervous reader who needs to skim) but the contrast between the blurbs on these US and UK paperbacks is very interesting.

Here’s the US paperback cover. Who is this egg-man? Apparently Humpty Dumpty is mentioned in the book. Is it Monkley? Who else has a moustache? It was published in the 70s so does everyone?

here’s the fascinating blurb

I think this is the first time we’ve had a quote from Playboy, right? (I remember being quite shocked when The Sun did a nice little piece when Murdoch died – seemed just odd to see).

And now … the horror of the Penguin cover. Argh!

What? Just what?

And the back is an interesting contrast with the US one.

The Black Prince

On we go to a favourite of mine but the only one my friend Ali refused to finish during our readalong (game for another go, Ali???).

I have the usual three copies and I have to say the front covers of the UK first edition, my Penguin bought on 19 January 1995 (when I was 22) and my new Vintage are not really that exciting, are they?

Well, the Penguin (I’ve never liked that very 90s edition with its rag-rolled border) does have the painting of Apollo and Marsyas on it and the most modern references Hamlet, but given that all the blurbs are quite excited about it being a thriller …

Here’s the first edition:

… and then no one seems to really go off these themes as we get in the Penguin:

and then the Vintage:

I’ve never thought of it as a thriller in the same way as “The Nice and the Good” can be read as partly one, but I suppose it has those elements. Anyway, off we set and I will try to get it read in better time this month …

Are you going to be reading or re-reading “The Black Prince” along with me? Are you catching up with the others or have you given up)? What’s your favourite so far? Your least favourite?

You will find a page listing all of these blog posts here, updated as I go along.

Book review – Kevin Crossley-Holland (ill. Jeffrey Alan Love) – “Norse Myths: Tales of Odin, Thor and Loki” @jeffreyalanlove


Sorry that I’m going to be double-posting again today: too many posts to fit into the end of the year! The other one’s an Iris Murdoch round-up – although I will have finished another novel by the end of the day, that one’s going to have to wait for its review until January (I hate doing that: I might delay finishing the book so as not to have to!).

This is a book I excitedly bought between Christmas and New Year last year, so it’s fitting I was reading it on 30 December, a year after I bought it. Must do better with my time between purchase and read!! Anyway, my eyes lit on it in Foyles, Birmingham, and with the subject-matter, my all-time favourite Norse myths and the very striking illustration on the cover, I just had to have it. Since then, it’s been occupying two spaces on the TBR, front and back row, as it’s a large and handsome book, and it had to be read carefully propped on my knees in bed or along a sofa. But what a read.

If you have an older child or know an adult who’s perhaps enjoyed the Thor and other Avengers films (yet hasn’t known to shout “That’s wrong!” “Oh, look, Asgarð looks like an inverted Hallgrimskirkja, cool”) they might very well like to read the origin story of all origin stories.

Kevin Crossley-Holland (ill. Jeffrey Alan Love) – “Norse Myths”

(30 December 2017, Foyles)

A beautiful book, lavishly illustrated on every page by Jeffrey Alan Love and re-told by a man who is now an expert in Norse mythology who admits to having gone to Iceland, fallen in love with the place and gone down a new career path (he’s also done the Penguin Book of Norse Myths which has rushed firmly onto my wish list.

The book takes us through all the major tales including these three figures, and the other gods when they interact with them, so a good full picture of the mythology in general. The illustration and description of the Nine Worlds comes on a double-page spread early on and is captivating. The tales are beautifully retold, clear but with the original language clinging around the edges. It’s engaging and exciting, even to those reading the stories for the nth time, with all the tales you’d expect, held within the framework of visits to the gods to gain knowledge by Gylfi, King of Sweden.

The illustrations add a whole new dimension to the book and really make it. They’re reminiscent of the great fairy tale and myth illustrations from the 60s, or those slightly frightening Eastern European animations that were around in the 70s and 80s (these are both good things) with a limited range of colours that’s really effective, and some quite frightening images. Wonderful stuff.

More books in – my final set of the Vintage Classics reissues with the red spines and introductions arrived suddenly today in a lovely big box also from Foyles. Yes, I’ve stacked them as they came, and yes, some of them look a wee bit more substantial than they were in my usual old paperbacks, but here we have “A Word Child”, “The Philosopher’s Pupil”, “Nuns and Soldiers”, “The Sea, The Sea” and “The Book and the Brotherhood”. The others will now creep in in the older edition from elsewhere, with some manufactured peril being produced by “The Sacred and Profane Love Machine”, which I’m due to read in February, not being due to arrive until the verrrrrrrry end of January!

Will any books take you over the New Year or will you manage to bring a nice tidy end to your reading year?


Sedate Lady Running 2018


OK so I don’t have a running update for this week because I have been ILL! I knew this would happen – I got a bit overworked (not anyone’s fault, just how things fell, happens when you’re self-employed), my running days went erratic and then I went on two bus journeys where all I could hear was cough cough cough. I had an earache on Christmas Eve, a sore throat in the night and a full-blown cold for Christmas Day. I missed out on Christmas lunch, not wanting to take my germs to the extended family, and have been lolling around reading and sleeping and playing (fancy new) Mario Kart since.

As I won’t be running tomorrow, I decided to round up my running year and briefly discuss goals for 2019. And I’m hoping it’s OK to submit that to the weekly wrap!

Highlights of the year started with attending the National Running Show in January, going with lovely friends and seeing Ben the 401 Marathons runner again plus meeting the wonderful Lisa Jackson of “Your Pace or Mine” fame. Then in February, I was taking part in the lovely Verity’s February Five challenge again – proceeds go to Mind and it’s a nice little challenge you set yourself. I aimed to do five different stretches every day and managed, even if I did have to get up and out of bed just after midnight for one set. I wish I’d continued that to be honest.

Trudie, Grace, Liz and Sam with MEDALS

On 8 April I was supposed to be doing the Manchester Marathon. However, I’d come down with – yes – a COLD in my taper, a cold that never went away. And on the day, I was just too ill to run (having done two marathons before helped with this as I didn’t have anything to prove; I was gutted though as I was looking forward to it, and I’d already deferred from the year before when I had an operation, so couldn’t defer again). So on 15 April, with the combined help of Dave, Jenny, Trudie and Grace and with Sam with me the whole way as she’d missed it, too, I ran 26.3 miles around the streets of South Birmingham in my unofficial marathon. And Trudie even had medals for us at the end. All pics and the full story here.

It was around this time I decided to go for my 20 miles a week / 1000 miles in the year attempt (it was really the 20 miles a week that appealed, as I had found during the Manchester training that I felt well during the weeks I did 20+ miles up to about 35).

Sole sister running chums!

On 11 August I did the 18 mile LDWA Canal Canter event. This had the massive advantage of starting nearby, being for walkers and runners and having support stands along the way. I did it with the lovely Bernice, who I’d trained with when she was doing the London Marathon. We had a great time and ran well together, and this helped us decide on our big plan for 2019, I think. You can read our race report and see photos here. No medal, but we got a certificate and as much cake as we could eat! I was also doing the Weekly Wrap by then, something I’ve so enjoyed being a part of and will definitely continue next year. Brilliant women all doing different kinds of running around the globe, all supporting each other.

By the end of the year I’d reached my goal and hit 1,034.6 miles. I’d also kept things very regular which I loved – not too hard to fit in and I felt the benefits. A shame about this last week but that can’t be helped.

Look at those lovely even weeks – only one fall and one holiday (with a lot of walking) messing up the lovely regularity.

Of course my other big achievement was qualifying as a Level 1 Endurance Official (essentially, out-of-stadium officiating) and getting over half-way towards my Level 2 licence, and doing my courses for my Level 1 in Track, Field and Starter’s Assistant for in-stadium officiating and two of my experiences for my Field licence. Thanks to Alison, Hilary, Mary and Noel for their extra support in working towards these goals.

2019 plans

Bernice is very excited about running an ultra. Liz is too, but shows this more “subtly”. We have the same book!

This one gives it away really – Bernice and I plan to do the race to the Stones (2nd day) 31-mile ultramarathon in July. This is quite a big ask but it’s one of those things you start mulling over when you’ve done some marathons and wonder where to go next. Also, you get a special medal at the running club awards night when you’ve done a race you’ve not done before and unless we take up triathlons, this will be it. So we got the same book and frightened ourselves with the training plans and we’ll see how it goes.

We’re also doing the Liverpool Marathon in late May in preparation (esp for it being a sunny one). I’ll be supporting various friends at London and doing more training with Claire, who is great at encouraging me off-road and is training for London so a perfect combo.

My other plans for 2019 are to continue 20+ miles per week, continue with my officiating (hopefully gaining Level 2 in Endurance and Level 1 in at least Field) and continue helping to support new runners at club and through social media etc. I’ll also be volunteering at parkrun where I can.

In the near future, I’ve signed up for Mind’s RED January which encourages people to exercise daily in January. I won’t be running every day and as one of our club’s Mental Health Champions I’ll be encouraging people to take a gentle approach to this, involving stretching and yoga and walking as well as running (everyone who’s signed up so far and is talking about is being nice and sensible). Then in February my February Five will involve doing strength and conditioning AND stretching 5 days out of 7 for each week of February. Not my whole circuits routine but something from it, etc.

I hope all running readers had a great 2018 and have a good 2019. Anyone who isn’t a runner, thank you for putting up with these posts through the year: they will continue to be weekly with the odd race report, so shouldn’t take up too much space on the blog. And if you’d like to learn to run, talk to me if you have any questions!

Weekly wrapI take part in the Weekly Wrap run by two wonderful running women and joined by lots of other inspirational women. Wendy’s weekly wrap is here and Holly’s is here.



Book review – Christopher Fowler – “The Book of Forgotten Authors” plus a book confession or three


Well, my Christmas Cold seems finally to be subsiding, but I’ve been keeping wrapped up warm and out of the damp air and continuing to hack my way through my TBR – the only Christmas book left on the shelf now is “Long Live Great Bardfield” which I will at least start tomorrow. So I’m all the way through that left-hand end in the pic, including the big yellow one but not including the large grey one. I’m also quite excited that for the first time in a good few years, I’ll have read more non-fiction than fiction this year. Anyway, on to my most recent read, plus a few that arrived yesterday in the post …

Christopher Fowler – “The Book of Forgotten Authors”

(25 December 2017 – from Meg)

A natural book for me to receive as a present – on my wish list then off again. Amusingly, I think I was alerted to its existence by Simon Stuck-in-a-Book’s review, published exactly a year ago today!

An interesting book listing 99 books that Fowler, working on a column for the Independent and with a focus group of which half had to have not heard of the author, has decided are forgotten. Being alphabetical, it was a bit odd to start with Margery Allingham, who I’ve very much heard of: then again, I’m a big reader in my middle years who had a propensity for the mid-century book, so maybe fewer of them would be forgotten to me. There are also longer essays on the most prolific authors, writers who deserve to be forgotten, etc.

I did take exception to a few of them, not just Allingham. Georgette Heyer is constantly in print and found in The Works among other shops, and Delafield, Comyns and Watson have been republished by Virago and Persephone or other imprints and talked about … but maybe only in my immediate “bubble” I suppose. There were plenty of people I hadn’t heard of, although lots seemed to be crime and mystery writers, so this book wasn’t as hard on my wish list as I’d feared (this is a Good Thing, though!). It was exciting to see Frank Baker’s “Miss Hargreaves” mentioned, as that’s one Simon has always highlighted, and the personal touches were nice and entertaining – Fowler re-buying his own copy of a childhood favourite and getting a mention in the dedication of a republished novel by one of his finds, as well as his use of an Arthur Mee technique for slicing bananas.

An ideal Twixmas read for dipping into.

So it had become time to think about buying some more of the Vintage Classics red-spined Iris Murdoch reissues with their interesting introductions, as I’ve only got one left and they can take a while to come. Imagine my horror when I discovered Vintage are reissuing them AGAIN, this time with flowery covers, presumably for IM’s centenary in 2019. I couldn’t face having my “newer paperbacks” run (this is as compared to my UK first editions run and my “my original paperbacks” mix of Triad Granadas and Penguins, plus my incomplete sets of “early Penguins” and “horrific 70s covers”, hope you’re keeping up at the back!). What does a girl do when presented with this horror? Buys the last 11 (make that 9) all in one go.

Amazon never seem to quite promise to have the right ones, so I ended up buying those that are available with the red spines from Foyles and the rest that aren’t even available in that edition (but do have introductions, apart from the ones that don’t). And Vintage (which is an imprint of Penguin) never did reissues of “The Green Knight” or “Jackson’s Dilemma” so I will have to stick with my older copies of those, leaving me to have 24/26ths of the books in the new editions. The confusing editions are here and I really don’t trust them to do them all, so I’ll stay with what I have (also, where’s there a Swiss Cheese Plant in “The Sea, The Sea”??).

Anyway, here are the first two (non-red-spined ones) to arrive, plus a copy of Ada Leverson’s “The Little Ottleys”, which I bought for Ali for her LibraryThing Virago Group Not so Secret Santa gift then decided I wanted, too (I will pass along my copy of “Love’s Shadow” the first in the set, and that means this one doesn’t count as I will only need to read 2/3 of it, right??

Book reviews – Stella Gibbons – “Westwood” and Beverley Nichols – “The Tree that Sat Down”


I don’t do double reviews very often but I’ve got a feeling I’m going to finish another book tomorrow and I hate to have them roll over into the next year, so here you go.  My stupid cold has persisted so all I’ve felt up to is sleeping and reading and a bit of Super Mario Cart. While reading is never a waste, obviously, and I have got a lot of TBR to get through, it’s a shame I can’t get on with the other stuff I wanted to do during the break.

Stella Gibbons – “Westwood”

(25 December 2017 – from Verity)

The last of Verity’s lovely parcel from last Christmas (the others were read during All Virago / All August) and a lovely big novel set near the end of the Second World War and published in 1946. Margaret, a plain and serious girl who’s a school teacher by happenstance and not vocation, is friends with cheery flibbertygibbit Hilda, busy doing her bit by keeping her service boys happy (and working at the Ministry of Food). Margaret meets an artist and his bohemian wife and brood of children, by accident, and through her, meets her father, the awful Gerald Challis, practitioner of nude yoga and serial philanderer, while Hilda encounters a sad lonely posh man in the blackout and takes up with him out of pity; we of course know they are one and the same and wait to find out what happens when they find out.

Against a wartime backdrop there’s the parallel plot of Margaret’s father’s friend and his daughter, who appears to be living with Down’s syndrome (this aspect is handled sympathetically but as you would expect of a novel from this era, in not a particularly enlightened way to modern eyes; there’s also a very stereotyped although mainly positive and strong female Jewish character so there’s a bit of discomfort in the reading, although not as much as there might have been). Margaret develops her character and becomes more attractive as a result: people keep mentioning that she needs some hardship to temper her and she does indeed blossom when she has actual difficulties to resolve outside of her parents’ unsuccessful and bitter marriage.

It all goes a bit odd in the end: the scales do fall satisfyingly from Margaret’s eyes re the Challis family, but when she’s reassured by Gerald’s mother than Beauty, Time, the Past and Pity will console her if she ends up alone in life, we maybe want a bit of a happier ending for her. Hilda meanwhile suddenly settles down. Gibbons’ wry voice can’t help intruding, especially on the awful Gerald, and that’s what brings the spark to this rather uneven novel.

Excitingly, this fills in another year in my Century of Books. That doesn’t happen too often these days!

Beverley Nichols – “The Tree that Sat Down”

(April 2018)

I bought this second copy of a beloved childhood read when replacing some books that had (long-distant) cat-related damage, and a Radox bath to help my cold brought this off my TBR pile as a second-hand volume that would take a little steam (it was fine).

Nichols, a big favourite of my blogging friend / actual friend Kaggsy, is of course best known for his acerbic novels and essays for an older audience. But he wrote a set of three children’s books in the 1940s and this is the first.

Judy and Mrs Judy, her grandmother, run a delightful shop in a willow tree in an enchanted wood, but suddenly experience unpleasant competition from the horrible Sam and his respective grandparent; Sam just wants to advertise and make money from the innocent animals. All looks to be lost when he brings in a witch to help, but the situation is saved by the kind and loving nature of Judy, who helps a tatty tortoise and gets frankly a somewhat unsatisfying reward at the end.

With its mentions of Bits of Paper which mean one thing in Germany and another in England (this was published in 1945) and its pathetic Russian bear who helps the enemy out of fear, I rather fear this is an Allegory rather than a straight story! I would like to read the unabridged version, however.

I’m currently reading my lovely big book of Norse Myths (mainly because as an oversized volume, it was occupying a space on both the front and back rows of the TBR) and Christopher Fowler’s “Forgotten Authors”, which was a 2017 Christmas gift. Will I get those nicely rounded off by the end of the year? Will I ever stop sniffling and coughing?

Book review – Wendy Welch – “The Little Bookstore of Big Stone Gap” #amreading @bookstorewendy


I picked up a fairly mild but annoying cold on Christmas Eve, and although it’s hampered my attempts to have a Christmas dinner and get some running and yoga in, it has allowed me to get a good way into my reading. So here’s a review of a book I finished yesterday, and tomorrow we’ll have a book I finished today, with any luck. Also read on for some pre-Christmas acquisitions I made, fairly safe in the knowledge no one would have got them for me for Christmas (and I was correct in that assumption: phew!).

Wendy Welch – “The Little Bookstore of Big Stone Gap”

(25 December 2017 from my LibraryThing Virago Group Not so Secret Santa, Lisa)

I was attracted by the Big Stone Gap in the title of this book as I loved Adriana Trigiani’s novels set in this small town, but more than that, this turned out to be one of my top reads of 2018 (the reason why I save my Best Of list until 1 Jan: a really good book often creeps into Twixmas).

American Wendy and her Scottish husband Jack decide, on a bit of a whim, to buy a rambling Edwardian house in a small town and set up a bookshop. They cheerfully admit they know nothing and they have no budget and are determined not to get into debt – while carefully checking their privilege as they go and reminding themselves and us that by no means everyone is as fortunate as they are in being able to make these choices – so they have a lovely DIY attitude and rely on their own skills and on slotting into their community (making sure the support flows both ways), easier said than done and with some mistakes and setbacks along the way.

I love the way Welch explains exactly how they went about it (once they’d worked it out for themselves!) including such details as pricing books, arranging swap credits for donations before they’d even opened and working out what to do with bestseller hardbacks that dip in attractiveness almost immediately. She also explains that salient point that you have to love people almost more than you love books (something that some other booksellers approach from a different angle (see, Shaun Bythell’s “Diary of a Bookseller“; I have to say I prefer their attitude) as they, perhaps more than most, become a meeting point for the community and a listening ear for bereaved and hurting people who come in looking for or selling on books.

The sense of community is lovely, from Adriana Trigiani opening the store for them to the day a man comes in needing help and they tap into their network and find it for him almost immediately. They give back to their community of booksellers by touring local states and establishing a network of second-hand bookshops, and there are many thoughtful words about the value of reading and bookstores. Talking of words, there’s a delightful strand running through the book explaining various British words and phrases which is very amusing.

Much consideration is also shown to the town and area they live in. While it’s hard to get a way in sometimes, and local cliques can dominate, they understand the attitude of this poor region which often seems left behind in terms of funding initiatives and has a self-deprecating air: if you’re good and you’re here then you can’t be that good because you’re here, and also anyone who comes in and tries to start something will be treated with suspicion that they’re not in it for the long haul, and is likely to be talked about. They negotiate these issues with care and are honest about their mistakes, and this gives a depth to the book that adds to its bookshop opening genre.

There are lovely animals which are not harmed in the telling of this book – always a worry; in fact, when there’s peril for one creature, it’s actually multiplied rather than lost! An excellent read.

And so to two books bought from Any Amount of Books’ ever-reliable outside racks when I was in London with Emma earlier in the month. Laura Thompson’s “The Last Landlady” is a memoir about an English pub and the loss of such institutions, and by N.D. Isaacs and Rose Abdelnour Zimbardo‘s “Tolkien and the Critics” is a collected volume from 1970 that was hard to resist. I do try not to buy books near to the Christmas-Birthday season but it proved OK.

Book review – Tina Brown – “The Vanity Fair Diaries” #TheVanityFairDiaries:1983–1992 #NetGalley


I have had this book for far too long – I downloaded it from NetGalley on 13 December 2017, so it’s older than any of the print books on my TBR. I was initially interested in it but then thought it might be dull, and kept skipping past it to more recent publications, trying to review them as they came out. Then another book blogger I follow (Rather Too Fond of Books) got round to reading her copy and reviewed it, and it sounded OK, so I went for it. And thoroughly enjoyed it, so there you go!

Covering an exciting decade in politics, celebrity, history and the media in America, this details the journey of the British editor and reviver of Tatler magazine and her journey through the labyrinthine politics of Condé Nast to be the feted and celebrated editor of Vanity Fair. It ends when her tenure there ends, although we find out what happened next, and seems to be a legitimate diary she kept at the time.

Brown states at the start that this is going to be filled more with starry excess than with social commentary, but it does chart variously the AIDS crisis, the change in political and social tone from the 80s to the 90s and the difficulty of sustaining two very high-powered careers and having a family of their own plus making sure her parents are looked after.

The book covers years when I was aware, so the names weren’t too distant for me and people were well-explained anyway. The introduction and epilogue gave a good framework to the diaries and explained the editing and publication process. She explains early on how a diarist doesn’t know what’s around the corner, while a memoir or history writer knows where the text is going in advance, although this does seem a little disingenuous, as she obviously shapes the material to some extent in the editing process, bringing out Donald Trump’s excess and dreadfulness and making sure Boris Johnson doesn’t come out too well, while presumably protecting some people.

Brown is very good on the sexism she encounters and the clear moment when she joins the “boys club” after negotiating a stellar new contract using hard-hitting tactics, but the detail all around is fascinating. She does share errors as well as triumphs and I was personally interested in how the transcript of an interview with Mrs Thatcher was used in a scandal around its publication. Fortunately, she does show awareness of the couple’s good fortune, as otherwise it would be a bit hard to care when they’re struggling to finance their second house … but a better read than expected, well-written and engaging.

Many thanks to Orion Publishing Group for making this book available to me via NetGalley in return for an honest review.

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