On Thursday I went to Elizabeth Jane Howard’s memorial service and wrote about it here for The Bookseller.
Right now, I would like time to stop so that I could reread everything she ever wrote. I’d start with The Cazalet chronicles – I want to submerge myself in the gloriously messy affairs of Polly, Louise and Clary – then all the other novels and then go back to her autobiography Slipstream and look again at the extent to which EJH mined her own experiences to create her work.
I go a lot with my husband and child to the wetland centre in Barnes, founded by EJH’s first husband, Peter Scott. We have trained our four year old to say, ‘Hello, Sir Peter Scott’ to the statue at the entrance. I’ve started telling him about EJH.
‘She wrote lots of novels and had lots of husbands.’
‘Why did she have lots of husbands, Mummy?’
‘Sometimes people do.’
The first time I read The Cazalets I didn’t have a child and had no interest in them so I failed to appreciate that EJH draws children better than any other writer I can think of.
Please do read her, if you haven’t already, Start with either The Light Years or Slipstream. Tell me what you think.
Pinch punch, first of the month. My August fiction preview will be out in the Bookseller this Friday but May is such a strong month that I can’t resist a little round-up of everything that I would be trying to press on you if you were a customer in my imaginary bookshop in the sky. There is a very nice park near my bookshop, the sun always shines, and I’d like to send you off with something wonderful to read in it. Continue reading →
So, have you ever done that thing where you’ve written a long and beautiful email and then lost it and not had the heart to retype it because you don’t quite feel you’ll get it quite so good again?
That is essentially what happened to my blog about the inaugural Tuesday Book Club meeting. I lost it weeks ago due to the vagaries of horrible wordpress for IPad and have never managed to recreate it.
Oh, I was funny about the fact that on the morning of Tuesday book club my husband said ‘what will you do if nobody turns up’ and how I avoided falling into a pit of panicky hostess anxiety and summoned the stoicism necessary to say, ‘if nobody turns up, I will take a photo of the empty room and write a blog piece in it about how it isn’t possible to start a real life book club on twitter.’ Continue reading →
There is another pub called The Old Crown not far away so make sure you get the right one. It’s a nice pub with a little room on the first floor that I’ve booked for us. Please do come. It will be a very friendly affair.
I’m starting a book club. I am massively excited about this because I love my new job but I hugely miss the bit about my old job where I got to talk to strangers about books all the time and where I got to have an opinion on which of all the new books coming out were the ones that people should read. Last week I was walking through the ground floor of the Waterstones in Piccadilly and I saw a man reading the back cover of Tigers in Red Weather. I just couldn’t help myself from stopping to chat to him about it. And that’s a normal thing to do if you work in a bookshop – a bit trickier to pull off if you are passing through with your coat on. Anyway, I woke up on Saturday morning and thought, I don’t have to miss those things, I can have a book club. So I asked on twitter if anyone would come and a pleasingly amount of people said yes so we are up and running. Continue reading →