The Unfinished Clue by Georgette Heyer

10 January 2012 00:06

This book was first published in 1933 and for some reason seems much more like an Agatha Christie book than the others which I’ve read by Heyer. So if you’re a fan of Christie you’ll probably really enjoy this one. I didn’t dislike it but I was just a wee bit disappointed that there wasn’t much of the witty repartee in it which I’ve come to expect of Heyer. Maybe her humour was more a feature of the later books, it’s a shame really because as far as I’m concerned there’s always a place for a bit of fun, even when there’s been a murrrderr!

It’s a classic country house whodunnit, a favourite setting of mine and it’s a plus that I didn’t guess who the culprit was until very late on in it. Either my brain wasn’t in gear or it was more of a puzzle than the last P.D. James book which I read.

It wouldn’t be a Heyer without romance, she seemed to be incapable of leaving it out of any of her books. It’s daft how quickly it all happens though – certainly no problems with her men being incapable of commiting!

The blurb on the back of the book says:

‘Miss Heyer’s characters are an abiding delight to me… I have seldom met people to whom I have taken so violent a fancy from the word “Go”.’ DOROTHY SAYERS

I’m pleased that good old Dorothy was generous with her praise of another crime writer, it wasn’t always the case, especially with female crime writers. I believe Margery Allingham was a bit of a bitch where Sayers was concerned which must have been a bit awkward as they both lived just one train stop from each other and were often on the London train at the same time.

I do love vintage crime but feel that there are far more crime writers I should be giving a go. Any recommendations vintage or modern?

The Provincial Lady Goes Further by E.M. Delafield

15 August 2011 00:40

I bought this 1942 edition of the book in the Callander bookshop which according to Carolyn is called King’s Bookshop. We didn’t manage to get back over that way during the summer holidays which are now at an end. How can six weeks flash past so quickly?

Anyway, this one is also written in diary form and I always find books like that very quick reads. As the title says it’s more or less the further adventures of the provincial lady but now she has some money due to the success of her previous publication. As often happens, instead of the money being used to solve the family money problems and placate the bank manager, it’s used to rent and furnish a flat in London. The bank manager is not amused but Robert, her husband is so laid back about everything and he seems to be quite confident that his wife will be able to keep earning more money through her writing. The PL thinks that Robert isn’t really interested in anything – she could be right about that.

Both children are packed off to boarding school leaving the Provincial Lady free to gallivant around London and meet up with her friends there. Pamela Pringle is very ‘fast’ and is on her fourth surname since the PL first met her as a young woman. Pamela is well on her way to her third divorce and is using our PL as her alibi whilst pursuing and being pursued by hordes of young men. All very daring for 1932, which is when this book was first published!

The Provincial Lady is still having problems finding servants for her house as it’s situated in the country and servants don’t want to live out in the Sticks. It’s a look into a time when you went to Boots the Chemist to change your library books, never went out without a hat and had your shoes re-covered to match your evening dress.

She’s still getting herself into plenty of amusing scrapes and the usual sort of trouble with the children when they’re not at school.

I’m looking forward to reading more books by E.M. Delafield as they’re a good laugh, and as I’m getting to the stage where I’m sometimes wary of switching on the news because it seems that there is no good news nowadays, and a good laugh is often sorely needed!

The Jasmine Farm by Elizabeth von Arnim

25 May 2011 23:57

I didn’t even realise that this book existed before I spotted it in the Oxfam bookshop in Stockbridge, Edinburgh, but I pounced on it nevertheless as I’m trying to work my way through everything by von Arnim. Unfortunately I don’t think this is an easy one for people to obtain because it doesn’t seem to have been reprinted. My copy is a 1934 edition.

The first twenty-five pages or so are about how terrible it is that Lady Midhurst is inflicting gooseberries on her guests at every meal during the weekend and I really thought that it wasn’t a great opening for a book but things improved greatly after that.

Lady Midhurst is a very wealthy widow who is famous for her hospitality to the right sort of people. Her philandering husband sickened her and put her off that sort of thing (that was a whisper) for life. So any whiff of scandal about a person meant that they were dropped by Lady Midhurst.

Her husband had been killed during the last year of the Great War and since then Andrew Leigh had helped and advised her in the running of her finances. He had been with her husband during the war and had been regarded as a close family friend for years. As a young officer in the army Andrew hadn’t expected to survive and so he seized the chance to marry a very beautiful 17 year old called Rosie whilst on leave. It was only later that he discovered that Rosie was completely empty headed and self-centred and well, it has to be said, not quite the same class as him. Rosie’s mother is living with them and she directs Rosie’s life for her. Rosie and her mother are only interested in money and clothes and looking beautiful, unfortunately Andrew doesn’t have much money.

Lady Midhurst has a young daughter called Lady Terence (strange name for a girl) and Terry has been in love with Andrew ever since she was very young. So it’s a bit of a personal disaster, given her mother’s high moral attitude to life.

In the end I really enjoyed it, it has humorous moments as well as serious ones. There is a German Count in it who has designs on Lady Terence because he knows that she and her mother are extremely wealthy. I thought it might interest people to read this extract.

What he wanted – and he considered it did him credit, – was to ask, of her mother, Terry’s hand in marriage.

Not many men, he felt, would be willing to do this at such a moment, especially not many of the gentlemen of Germany, where, since the advent to power of their great new Leader, much store was set by female virtue. And he asked nothing in return, either for all he was bestowing – an ancestry completely Jewless, a name written in glorious blood across the pages of Prussian history, a career which ran no risk of ever being interrupted by concentration camps, because only a fool these days was going to hold any opinions except those he was told to …

It makes all those people that I remember seeing on various BBC history programmes in the 1970s, who professed complete ignorance of concentration camps which were only half a mile away from their home seem even more ridiculous now.

This book was published just one year after Hitler came to power in Germany and von Arnim was already mentioning concentration camps. At that stage they wouldn’t have been the death camps which we think of today, but that wasn’t long in coming.

The Diary of a Provincial Lady by E.M. Delafield

4 May 2011 22:59

The Diary of a Provincial Lady cover

E.M. Delafield is one of those authors who until very recently I wouldn’t have dreamt of reading, and it’s all thanks to book bloggers that I am now.

This one was first published in 1930 but my copy is a Virago with an introduction by Jilly Cooper. Despite the fact that the book is over 80 years old the whole thing is immediately recognisable, the situations and characters are just the sort of thing that I find myself getting involved in, (minus the servants problem) exasperating things, but when you read about them happening to other people it’s all so funny.

The diary starts off on November 7th and the Provincial Lady – we are never told her name, is struggling with her indoor bulbs and bowls and wondering where she should put them, cellar or attic. Joan Kyler and I were both doing that not so long ago, and there’s about 5,000 miles between us. In fact the whole diary is a sequence of events which are common to most of us, especially if you have children or cats. The cats have unexpected kittens, the children generously give you measles, although in my case it was chicken-pox at the age of 35, toes to scalp!

Thankfully I haven’t had the experience of having to pawn jewellery to pay bills, but then I suspect that a pawnbroker wouldn’t be interested in my rings. On the other hand I have always resisted the temptation to take myself off to the south of France! In that respect it did remind me of Elizabeth’s German Garden (which is mentioned in the book) when Elizabeth merrily orders two hundred rose bushes whilst the household finances are obviously very precarious.

Robert, the husband is such a typical awkward and maddening one, but then he has his moments, although few, when he’s worth his weight in gold. This is a comfort read if ever there was one, something for the times when you can’t bear to watch the news any more. A good laugh!

My copy of the book has a cover which has been designed by Cath Kidston. I know she’s all the rage and it does fit in with the feel of the book but I grew up with wallpaper like this on my bedroom in the 1960s and I was mightily glad when it was covered up by an orange dinner plate sized pattern around about 1970. I know, there’s no accounting for it!

Before Lunch by Angela Thirkell

22 April 2011 11:17

This book was first published in 1939 and because of the school holidays it took me longer to read than usual, so possibly that was why I didn’t enjoy it quite as much as her other books. There didn’t seem to be as many really likeable characters and I didn’t find it as amusing as her others. Maybe it was just the wrong choice of book for me at the time though.

Still I’m glad that I read it as I want to read the whole series and there are bound to be some which you like more than others.

The Island of Sheep by John Buchan

2 April 2011 00:12

The Island of Sheep cover

I hope to work my way through all of Buchan’s books so when I saw this one for sale in the library I snapped it up. It’s a continuation of Richard Hannay’s adventures, a good few years on from The Thirty-Nine Steps, and the now Sir Richard Hannay is married to Mary and they have a 14 year old son called Peter John.

He’s in a very comfortable rut and living a pleasant country- gentleman’s existence when the past pops up and Hannay finds himself embroiled in another adventure with his old friend Sandy, now Lord Clanroyden. Years before whilst on another jaunt in South Africa they had taken an oath to protect the explorer and prospector Haraldsen and his descendants, they hadn’t really taken it seriously at the time but when they discovered that Haraldsen’s son was being hunted down by a nasty set of characters, they feel obliged to go to his aid.

The action moves from Buchan’s beloved Scottish border country to the Norlands and The Island of Sheep (The Faroe Islands). Another enjoyable ‘Boys Own Storybook’ sort of a romp ensues.

I enjoyed this one even more than The Thirty-Nine Steps although towards the end it does feature a whaling ship and its crew, it was a surprise to me that it was sort of frowned upon, even in 1936 when the book was published.

Death in the Stocks by Georgette Heyer

28 February 2011 23:31

Time for some more vintage crime, this book was first published in 1935. I think this is the third or fourth detective story by Georgette Heyer which I’ve read and the big mystery for me is – Why is she not better known for these books?

Whenever Heyer is mentioned it always seems to be her historical romance which is focused on but I think she is every bit as good as the more well known crime authors. I think maybe she should have used a different name for the two different genres – as Agatha Christie did.

In Death in the Stocks the wealthy Arnold Vereker is found dead with his feet in the stocks of an English village. He has been murdered and the knife is still sticking in his back. As Arnold wasn’t exactly popular amongst those who knew him there are a few people who would be happier with him dead.

It’s another case for Superintendent Hannasyde to sort out.

As always Georgette Heyer manages to get plenty of witty repartee into the dialogue and she can’t resist a wee bit of romance too. An enjoyable bedtime read.

The Brandons by Angela Thirkell

6 February 2011 00:50

School for Love cover

As I said earlier, I really enjoyed this book and can’t wait to get my hands on anything else that she has written, I might have to be patient though as they don’t seem to be easy to come by.

The Brandons is set in 1939 in Barsetshire, Anthony Trollope’s fictional creation and has that lovely 1930s atmosphere permeating the whole book. Pre-war comfort with wealthy people having plenty of servants who are often the ones in charge of everything. It reminded me of E.F. Benson’s Mapp and Lucia books although it doesn’t have the acid wit of those, and Richmal Crompton’s Just William ones, except for adults. Niranjana (Brown Paper) I think you would really love Angela Thirkell, but maybe you’ve already read her.

Lavinia Brandon was widowed after only a few years of marriage and has been left with a young son and daughter, a large house and plenty of money. Now Delia and Francis are young adults but they still have Nurse looking after them because their mother couldn’t ask her to leave. Nurse seems to spend her time making knickers for Delia and talking about them in front of the vicar. Mrs Brandon charms everyone she comes into contact with but the book is full of likeable characters.

It’s all vicars, church fetes, golden summer days and a great aunt who is always going on about her will. Very English, quaint and twee but hilarious at the same time and it just makes you long for the past when life seemed to be so much more genteel.

In reality of course I would probably have got T.B. or rickets. But that doesn’t stop me from dreaming.

Angela Thirkell’s Books is a great web site which has information on all of her books and I can see that I’m going to have to print it out and carry it around with me when I’m out book hunting.

South Riding by Winifred Holtby

19 January 2011 22:51

South Riding cover

I have to say a big thank you to Virago for sending me a copy of this book. I did read it years and years ago, not long after reading Vera Brittain’s Testament of Youth in which Winifred was mentioned as being a great friend of Vera and a very good writer. I intend to re-read it at some point soonish and post a review because I did really enjoy it the first time round.

The new Virago publication has a lovely cover, it’s a Yorkshire Dales British Railways poster and they’re always so stylish and redolent of the 1930s. Shirley Williams (Vera Brittain’s daughter) has written the preface.

Apparently Andrew Davies has done a new dramatization of it for the BBC starring David Morrissey and Anna Maxwell Martin, so that’s something to look forward to.

Again thanks to Virago for the unexpected copy.

Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day by Winifred Watson

31 October 2010 00:00

Miss Petigrew Lives for a Day cover

This is the first Persephone book that I’ve read and it was the perfect choice after reading Dracula. I wanted something completely different and light-hearted and this just fitted the bill.

The story takes place over one very eventful day in which Miss Pettigrew, a 40 year old spinster who has very little experience of the world, has had to eke out a meagre existence working as a governess to ghastly children whose parents are even worse.

Finding herself unemployed again Miss Pettigrew is sent by the employment agency to Miss LaFosse’s flat as she is apparently looking for a nursery governess.

Miss Pettigrew is bowled over by Miss LaFosse’s beauty and quickly becomes involved in the exciting life of the night club singer who is juggling men, and considering this book was written in 1938, is so ‘fast’ that if she were a car she would be a Grand Prix winner.

Anyway, if you want a jolly good uplifting read this one is definitely worth reading, you’ll find yourself smiling your way through it.