Pride and Prejudice and Flippers

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Towards the end of the year I get so bogged down with events that I end up missing a book discussion! Last year it was the Halloween discussion, and this year, it was the Pride and Prejudice discussion, which, incidentally, was also originally scheduled in October (moved to November, due to the storms).

The task was to read Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen and read an offshoot book based on the classic for the discussion that our resident Austen fan, Honey, was moderating at the Raul Roco garden and library in Antipolo.

I made sure to finish the books (Pride and Prejudice, Darcy’s Story by Janet Aylmer and Lost in Austen, a create your own Jane Austen adventure, by Emma Campbell Webster — books 167-169 for 2009) for the discussion, and was all set to go when plans went awry. Sigh. So there, that photo on the cover (taken by Jeeves de Veyra) is from the discussion slash tea party, which looked mighty fun (waah!). I hope they post a recap soon, as I’m dying to hear about what happened.

I’m posting a review of the books I read for the discussion here, anyway, to make up for missing it (waah again!).

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Idyllic Ibbotson

(I’m baaack! Please bear with me as I get through the backlog of reviews.)

I actually started reading Eva Ibbotson’s children’s books -first – Which Witch?, The Island of the Aunts, The Secret of Platform 13, The Haunting of Hiram, Dial-A-Ghost, etc., and really enjoyed them. Her children’s books are crisply British, and often involve supernatural creatures, and they’re humorous and delightful. I’d have to advise you to read them separately and far between, though. There comes a point when you’ve read so many of her ghost stories that they tend to feel like you’re reading the same story all over again.

My Eva Ibbotson stash
I was delighted to discover Eva Ibbotson’s book The Star of Kazan, a wonderful, old-fashioned story about the orphan Annika set in the time of the Austro-Hungarian empire. I found a depth and sensitivity to Eva Ibbotson’s work that I did not find in her children’s books, and I found that I liked this side of her better.

Last year, on my birthday, Dianne gave me a copy of A Song for Summer, my first foray into Ibbotson’s romance novels, which I find I really enjoy. I was actually a bit surprised to find out it had a lot of mature content, because I was expecting a typical young adult novel, but they’re only classified as young adult; Eva Ibbotson herself considers them as adult novels.

Set in Austria in the 1940’s, A Song for Summer is about Ellen, a young girl who grows up in a feminist and liberal household dominated by prominent suffragettes. While her mother and aunts are engrossed in intellectual pursuits, Ellen is the ultimate domestic goddess, who enjoys cleaning, cooking, and household chores.

When Ellen quits university to become a housemother at the Hallendorf School, she finds comfort in tending to wayward children, eccentric teachers, folk artists, a lame tortoise on wheels, and the mysterious gardener Marek.

Marek turns out to be no common gardener, however. Aside from being a part-time fencing, tea Marek is also a world-famous musician who is involved in Resistance groups that have been smuggling Jews to safety.

Marek and Ellen fall in love, but the war is breaking and their lives are in danger, and they must overcome the shadow of war to fight for their love.

Meanwhile, The Morning Gift (book #70 for 2009) is about Ruth Berger, the bluestocking daughter of a Jewish-Austrian professor. When the Bergers flee Austria for the safety of England, Ruth accidentally gets left behind.

Her father’s dashing young colleague Quin Somerville finds her alone and bewildered, and offers to reunite Ruth with her family. To ensure her safe passage into England, Quin and Ruth decide to have a marriage of convenience, to be dissolved once they get to safety.

In England, however, measures are in place that prevent them from easily getting a divorce or an annulment. Things get more complicated as Ruth enrolls in Quin’s university, and in the class he is teaching.

The more Quin and Ruth try to protect their secret marriage from public knowledge, the more they are drawn to each other, and staying married becomes more appealing.

I’m not exactly sure what I like best about these two books. Like the best romance novels, the theme of Eva Ibbotson’s adult novels is “love conquers all,” enacted by characters that are often good to be true — the female protagonists smart and sassy, and the male protagonists noble and heroic — but lovable all the same. The books remind me of older works of Judith McNaught and Julie Garwood, the historical ones they wrote before they jumped into the whole romantic suspense genre (ugh!), minus the blatant sensuality, which makes it readable for young adults (hence the classification).

Eva Ibbotson is considered a British author, but she was actually born in Vienna, fleeing to England with her family as the Nazis rose to power. I like how her own memories of Vienna and her experience as a refugee weave a lot of sincerity and sensitivity into her work, painting a vivid picture of idyllic pastoral life, making the reader want to live there, goats and all. There’s something very lyrical about her books that make reading them so enjoyable.

The books also give a great insight into the lives of people — not necessarily those that were in the line of battle — during the war: the academia, craftsmen, musicians, women, and children. The books are full of interesting and quirky characters (other than the protagonists) that really grow on you, whether it’s Achilles the tortoise, Professor Chomsky who likes swimming naked on the lake, Verena the scholarly spoiled brat, or the feisty, aristocratic Aunt Frances.

I also like the rich cultural references in the novels, including music (Beethoven, Liszt, Bartok, Chopin, etc), philosophy (Goethe), and especially food and cooking — all those Nordic recipes!

I am having A Countess Below Stairs angel-mooched from the US and I can’t wait to read it, and I am just restraining myself from buying A Company of Swans from Fully Booked, although I don’t know how much longer I will last. I want to complete the whole set soon.

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My copy: A Song for Summer and The Morning Gift, both trade paperback

My rating: A Song for Summer, 4/5 stars; The Morning Gift, 4/5 stars

Charmed.

(This post is rather lengthy, I know — I’ve just wanted to write about this book for so long!)
There was one book I forgot to list down among my top picks for 2008, one of the buzzer beaters, which I finished on the 28th of December: I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith.

Dodie Smith’s more famous work is the children’s story The 101 Dalmatians, but before that, she wrote a novel entitled I Capture the Castle in 1948.

I only learned about I Capture the Castle because J.K. Rowling named it as one of her favorite books — I love the books she recommends; my cousin and I discovered the Cirque du Freak series also because JKR raved about them.

I found a fairly new copy at Book Sale (the best! I swear!) last year, but it took a few more months before I finally found an opportunity to read it without interruptions — on my holiday trip after Christmas, where I indulged in a lot of fresh air and four days of reading bliss.

Meet the Mortmains

I Capture the Castle is the journal of 17-year old Cassandra Mortmain, who lives with her eccentric family in a crumbling English castle in the countryside in the 1930s.

The Mortmains are dirt-poor but such characters! Cassandra’s father (she calls him Mortmain) is something of a one-hit wonder writer. His first book, “Jacob Wrestling” was a big hit in the past decade, prompting him to move his family to the countryside for inspiration, although it never came — he has a ten-year old case of writer’s block. The Mortmains have a 40-year lease on the castle, but over the years, they have had to sell off all the good furniture just so they can buy food.

Cassandra’s mother has passed away early on, so her father remarries the young Topaz, who is well-meaning but flighty. She is a model who poses nude for artists, and habitually “communes with nature” (er, frolics in the meadow) in nothing but hipboots.

Cassandra’s elder sister, Rose, is the family beauty (golden haired and rosy-cheeked) who despairs of being poor and wants to hook a rich husband (her main fantasy is to live in a Jane Austen novel). Their younger brother, Thomas, is often away at school on a scholarship courtesy of the local vicar, and although he doesn’t appear often, he is quite endearing as well.

The family also includes Stephen Colly, the son of one of their old servants, who continues to help out around the house even though they have nothing to pay him and he ends up getting a job outside to contribute towards the family budget. Stephen also happens to be in love with Cassandra, but unfortunately, Cassandra loves him like a brother.

Finally, there is the snowy-white bull terrier Heloise, who rounds out the family picture.

Things change for the family one fateful night, in a rather comical episode. Rose is overcome with despair about being poor, and attempts to do a Faust by hauling herself up on a pulley to wish upon the gargoyle mounted high on their kitchen fireplace. That same night, they meet the Cottons — the rich family who are now the landlords to the castle, including their two bachelor sons, Neil and Simon.

I will have to stop there before I reveal any more of the story, but more amusing episodes follow, and even as I’m writing this, I can’t help but laugh at the memory — the bathtub confrontation, the fur incident, the two wireless radios, the lockup in the tower… Equally plentiful are the sigh-inducing moments that make the book a throwback to 19th century English novels like Pride and Prejudice, Wuthering Heights, and Jane Eyre.

Cassandra and Rose also remind me of the March girls in Little Women, especially when they had to dress up for dinner at the Cottons’. Rose reminds me of Meg and Jo, when they had to go to a party and had to make do with shabby gowns. The sisters also keep an old dress form in their room, christened as “Miss Blossom,” whom they pour their hearts out to whenever they’re troubled.

A heroine like no other

I Capture the Castle is one of this century’s most beloved novels, and now I know why — Cassandra Mortmain can charm the socks off a stone monument!

“I write this sitting in the kitchen sink. That is, my feet are in it; the rest of me is on the draining-board, which I have padded with our dog’s blanket and the tea-cosy.”

This is how the novel begins, and it sets the tone for the rest of the story. It’s Cassandra’s voice that is the cornerstone of this book, and it reveals a guileless, intelligent, and feisty teenage girl, one of the most fascinating characters I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading about.

She says the most original things, and outside of EM Forster’s A Room with a View, I don’t think I’ve ever read so many lines that spoke to me all in one book! Most of the lines that struck a chord with me in this book were Cassandra’s random thoughts — some plain amusing, some thought-provoking, and others just overflowing with emotion. Her uncanny wit and sharp perception make the book such a delightful read.

Here are some of my favorite lines from the book:

On life:

“Noble deeds and hot baths are the best cures for depression.”

“Time takes the ugliness and horror out of death and turns it into beauty.”

“I wonder if there isn’t a catch about having plenty of money? Does it eventually take the pleasure out of things?”

“I should rather like to tear these last pages out of the book. Shall I? No-a journal ought not to cheat.”

On contemplation:

“Contemplation seems to be about the only luxury that costs nothing.”

“I have found that sitting in a place where you have never sat before can be inspiring.”

“I was wandering around as usual, in my unpleasantly populated sub-conscious…”

“I have noticed that when things happen in one’s imaginings, they never happen in one’s life.”


On family:

“The family, that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape, nor in our innermost hearts never quite wish to.”


On writing:

“I only want to write. And there’s no college for that except life.”

“Only half a page left now. Shall I fill it with ‘I love you, I love you’– like father’s page of cats on the mat? No. Even a broken heart doesn’t warrant a waste of good paper.”

I hope these beautiful lines tempt you to read the book, because I don’t know anyone else who has read it, and I’d love to talk about the book with someone :)

There is a 2003 movie on the book, but I’m afraid to watch it because it might ruin the book for me. If anyone has watched it, please let me know how you found it, especially if you’ve read the book too.

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My copy: trade paperback, bought at Book Sale for P170 (yes, I shelled out P170 at Book Sale for this — so much worth it!)

My rating: 5/5 stars