Monday, 23 March 2009

Dirty Little Angels by Chris Tusa

Chris Tusa is an English lecturer and author from Louisiana. Dirty Little Angels is his debut novel, so I was excited to be reading a book by a new writer.

At first I really didn't like the novel's imagery. Everything seems to be ugly or decaying. The imagery was powerful, however, and I remembered how in an art history class I had once complained about the ugliness of a sculpture and how much I hated it, only for my tutor to point out how great an effect that "ugly" image had actually had on me, given that I was talking about it so much. The imagery in Dirty Little Angels is the same: unpleasant but unforgettable. Gradually, too, I came to realise that the imagery was reflecting the state of mind of the protagonist, Hailey.

Hailey seems to me to be another character who is more sinned against than sinning. She is an imperfect but nevertheless sympathetic character, let down far too often by the people in her life who should care most for her. Her story ultimately ends in betrayal and tragedy, in a way which made me think of a heroine from a completely different time and place - Tess Durbeyfield.

The overall atmosphere of the book is darkly Gothic, even though Tusa avoids the cliches normally associated with the New Orleans setting (in fact much of the book is set around Hailey's home, which seems to be in a suburb rather than the inner city). Illness and decay feature prominently.

It's hard to say just what sort of genre this book would fit into. Perhaps Bildungsroman would be closest, although Hailey's maturity in this case is hard-won and ultimately regrettable.

Was it worth reading? Yes, because while it wasn't always enjoyable, it was certainly memorable. I wondered what happened to Hailey next, which is surely one of characteristics of a good book. It should also appeal to senior high school students.

I made a card and I liked it!

Scrapbooking fans, you will be surprised to hear that I have been tempted over to the dark side and embraced my inner card maker! Well, it was Mother's Day, but that doesn't explain why I made a Mother's Day card and then went on to make 4 other cards ...

Friday, 20 March 2009

Mehercule!

*insert other Latin exclamations here*

New job -- head spinning -- still reading my latest Marcus Didius Falco mystery. Hopefully I will have more to report on Monday, loyal readers!

Thursday, 19 March 2009

Nothing to report ...

until I finish Two for the Lions by Lindsey Davis. This time Falco's investigations take him into the world of the bestiarii (the gladiators who fight animals, in case you didn't know. I didn't!) But apparently, just like today's wrestling contests, some playacting can go on. Who knew?

Wednesday, 18 March 2009

Breakfast at Tiffany's by Truman Capote

Thanks to Gayle I am now in temporary possession of some modern classics. I'd never even seen the film of Breakfast at Tiffany's so I was keen to find out what the book was all about. It's beautifully written and constructed and has the memorable character of Holly Golightly, infuriating and touching all at once. Now I must see the film - but will the characters be as I imagined them? The book also included 3 short stories, the last of which "A Christmas Memory" I can't recommend enough. It's warm and touching and full of nostalgia for a little boy's childhood.

Day 161; Book 161

Tuesday, 17 March 2009

Nostalgia Fest!

Last night's book was a slim volume called Jackie: Growing Up As a Jackie Girl. It had lots of features and extracts from the teenage magazine (or as I should call it , "mag"). They decided to make the focus their most successful decade, the 70s, and so they featured Donny Osmond and David Cassidy as well as all the glam rockers of the time. The adverts were for things like Linco-Beer shampoo and Aero dry shampoo and there were clothes like hot pants and ponchos and smock dresses. Of course nobody had a mobile phone or a computer or even a calculator. Lots of people didn't even have a phone at home. Everybody was obsessed with slimming. It's funny because today we blame skinny models for eating disorders, but everybody was slimming then and the stars like Pan's People were well-covered by today's standards. Oh and nobody was gay.

Day 160; Book 160

Monday, 16 March 2009

Mr F and I visit Literary Location No. 2, The Hawes Inn in South Queensferry

This is the real-life inn from which the fictional David Balfour was kidnapped (thanks to the machinations of his uncle) in R L Stevenson's Kidnapped. The inn still stands today in the very picturesque village of South Queensferry which sits between the two Forth Bridges. As you can see from these photos the weather was threatening rain:

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The inn sign refers directly to Kidnapped (although it makes me think of Treasure Island)

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You can see how rough the waves were on the Forth here:

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This is a moody picture taken from the High Street:

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and finally a lonely pillar box contemplates ending it all ...

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