In which Our Heroine is haunted by the ghost of Tolkien's car
- I saw a late 1920s Morris Cowley car parked in a Cotswold village on the only occasion I've set foot in the Cotswolds between Oxford and the Vale of Evesham for many years. The car is, of course, a very similar model to the one Tolkien used to drive through the area on visits to his family. At least I'm not being haunted by CS Lewis or Charles Williams, lol.
- Reading, books 2016, 216
204. Rosa, by Margery Sharp, 1969, is a novel about the life of a South American/English woman from childhood to old age (and possibly death or possibly not as the ending is deliberately ambiguous). It's another of Ms Sharp's genre-bending middlebrow stories. I don't know how to describe it or what to say about it at all, except that it's as if the author took her 1965 novel, the Sun in Scorpio, and then told a very similar life story as it would have played out with a differing set of character/authorial choices, and ended up with a startlingly different plot. In the hands of most writers this would be the cheapest of cheap satires but Sharp is more creative than that. Anyway, I bet this is amongst the last of Margery Sharp's novels to be reprinted. (4/5 for the authorial skill, although I have no idea what to make of the story)
205. British Subjects, by Fred D'Aguiar, 1993, is poetry with a witty cover to match the title.
• This is not the season for roses everyone said,
you must have done something to procure them.
I argued I was simply flashed down and the roses
liberally spread over my face and body to epithets
sworn by the police in praise of my black skin and mother.
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- Reading, books 2016, 216
204. Rosa, by Margery Sharp, 1969, is a novel about the life of a South American/English woman from childhood to old age (and possibly death or possibly not as the ending is deliberately ambiguous). It's another of Ms Sharp's genre-bending middlebrow stories. I don't know how to describe it or what to say about it at all, except that it's as if the author took her 1965 novel, the Sun in Scorpio, and then told a very similar life story as it would have played out with a differing set of character/authorial choices, and ended up with a startlingly different plot. In the hands of most writers this would be the cheapest of cheap satires but Sharp is more creative than that. Anyway, I bet this is amongst the last of Margery Sharp's novels to be reprinted. (4/5 for the authorial skill, although I have no idea what to make of the story)
205. British Subjects, by Fred D'Aguiar, 1993, is poetry with a witty cover to match the title.
• This is not the season for roses everyone said,
you must have done something to procure them.
I argued I was simply flashed down and the roses
liberally spread over my face and body to epithets
sworn by the police in praise of my black skin and mother.
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