This book was recommended to me by my mother, and like a lot of books my mother recommends, it contains quite a lot of sex (which she claimed to have no recollection of), including a particularly striking passage in which one of the characters compares a particular act to being sucked by a heifer. When I showed this passage to my current companion their only question was, “What is a heifer?”
So why I am recommending this heifer book? I didn’t love it. Isn’t it weird to recommend books you don’t love? Maybe, but I’m still thinking about it. It was a rather odd book, really. It centres on this character, Maud, a scientist working in pharmaceutical research, her relationship with her partner and her child and, most of all, other people’s assessment of her, and of her coldness and apparent self-interest.
A lot of the blurb extols what an incredible character Maud is, but what I found most interesting was the way that the other characters seemed not to be able to fathom her, and what that says about what both the author and society at large consider strange, unacceptable, mysterious, unusual, and incompatible about Maud’s personal qualities and womanhood and/or femininity.
Food for thought.
You’ll love this book if you like:
– Unusual family dynamics
– Lots of detail about boats
You might want to avoid this book if you dislike:
– Boats (there really is a lot of detail about boats)
This book was given to me by my good and dear and true friend Kay, and it turned out to be a good and dear and true gift.
First Love is a snapshot into Neve’s marriage via a flashback into her first love. It’s a simple concept, and the style itself is not wordy or flowery, and yet it communicates something real and complex. Riley has a talent for writing speech that reads as real, and for communicating relationships clearly but not explicitly.
First Love is one of the best novels I have ever read. I do not want to give too much away about it, but it was a true and painful and subtle and beautiful picture of a relationship that was told with a delicacy that it’s rare to see in literary fiction now.
Go out and read it immediately.
You’ll love this book if:
– You like literary fiction
– You are interested in what makes people tick
You might want to avoid this book if:
– You do not like books
So I want to preface this by saying that I love Jennifer Lawrence and everything she does* so I was ready to love this movie. I love spies! I love dubious Russian accents! I love spurious reasons to introduce sexual content!
But, readers, I did *not* love this film.
Be ye warned, there are some spoilers ahead.
I could see how the story of an injured ballerina (could anything be more Russian??) turned sexxxy spy could offer something of an empowerment narrative, or at least one that could offer a critique of the world around us, but if that was what I was hoping for, ladies and gentlemen, sadly it was not what I was given.
- Here come the spoilers
I began to realise what I had come to when my girl Jen was being violently raped what
felt like not yet twenty minutes in to the movie. All of the men with whom she is involved are either violent to her, or very age-inappropriate, or both.
There is one moment in which she takes off all of her clothes in front of a room of people as a power-play, and on its own this moment had a point to make about assault and desire (namely that they have no relation to one another – it’s all about power), but there was something deeply unpleasant about watching a film in which she was stripped naked (or nearly naked) for the rapes/attempted rapes three times, but the one time her character engages in consensual sex she does so not only wearing a vest but also (inexplicably, to me) her underpants.
Instead of offering a critique on the way that young women are used as sexual bait, or developing on the glimmer of exploration of the power-dynamic inherent in coercion, it felt like these assaults and violations, and the tortures that followed, were offered instead to us for consumption. And we weren’t just consuming sex, we were consuming the “evilness” of modern Russia, which needed to be infiltrated and “fixed” by America. One character made a throwaway comment of America being maybe not all it’s hammed up to be, but the logic of the film’s narrative says otherwise.
Essentially, it was like an episode of Archer with no jokes: unconvincing Russian accents, double agents everywhere, misogyny and torture (here, without irony) and (despite a 2017 timestamp in a piece of film) a nebulous time period that blends cold war with now.
Sad to say, would not recommend.
*(even if she did refuse to consider that there were some troubling reasons that she felt sexy and powerful in a naked dress and men feel sexy and powerful in nice warm coats, because you do not have to be a “perfect feminist” to be allowed to decide to be cold to feel sexy within the parameters of this broken world)
(1) Writing in bed in pyjamas until 2pm, being a sweaty and unwashed person
(2) Reacting defensively to interested friends and family asking about new work
(3) Late-night writing after alone wine
(4) Late-night writing when I have early morning commitments
(5) Pre-emptively apologising for myself when friends buy my book
(6) Writing instead of doing my day job
(7) Scrolling through twitter looking for “inspiration”
(8) Basing my opinion on my own work on over-read non-verbal cues on the faces of my friends and relations when I ask “did you like it”
(9) Refusing to read my books aloud to friends/family
(10) Insisting on reading my books aloud to friends/family when drunk
Add your own!
Oh, I’ve been a bad blogger!
It’s been a manic year for me, to be honest. I graduated from my PhD (hooray), moved to another country (sort of, don’t @me friends who know where) and began an exciting new adventure.
In the midst of that another exciting thing happened which is my Igraine series came out! And like all of literature before, I have rudely and unfairly ignored her because of the mania going on in my personal life, so without further ado here she is!
You can already get all three parts, and watch this space because before too long the lovely Book Folks will be putting together the combined version with the paperback.
In this series, I wanted to explore a darker and more troubled and troubling relationship still! Not just between Uther and Igraine, though here I had an opportunity to see how desire and violence intertwise, but also between ancient Britain and its Roman past. In a story that roots my original Arthurian series in it’s pre-Arthurian past, I’ve also thought about something that I wish I saw more in medieval texts – the shadow of the Roman past.
We know this is something people thought about in the Middle Ages, and I wanted to think about all the ways the past intertwines with the present and the way different pasts are negotiated in this series. I hope you enjoy it!
Find the trilogy here!
I leave you with the Exeter Book ruin riddle:
|Wrætlic is þes wealstan, wyrde gebræcon;
burgstede burston, brosnað enta geweorc.
Hrofas sind gehrorene, hreorge torras,
hrungeat berofen, hrim on lime,
scearde scurbeorge scorene, gedrorene,
ældo undereotone. Eorðgrap hafað
waldend wyrhtan forweorone, geleorene,
heardgripe hrusan, oþ hund cnea
werþeoda gewitan. Oft þæs wag gebad
ræghar ond readfah rice æfter oþrum,
ofstonden under stormum; steap geap gedreas.
Wunað giet se …num geheapen,
…g orþonc ærsceaft
…g lamrindum beag
mod mo… …yne swiftne gebrægd
hwætred in hringas, hygerof gebond
weallwalan wirum wundrum togædre.
Beorht wæron burgræced, burnsele monige,
heah horngestreon, heresweg micel,
meodoheall monig mondreama full,
oþþæt þæt onwende wyrd seo swiþe.
Crungon walo wide, cwoman woldagas,
swylt eall fornom secgrofra wera;
wurdon hyra wigsteal westen staþolas,
brosnade burgsteall. Betend crungon
hergas to hrusan. Forþon þas hofu dreorgiað,
ond þæs teaforgeapa tigelum sceadeð
hrostbeages hrof. Hryre wong gecrong
gebrocen to beorgum, þær iu beorn monig
glædmod ond goldbeorht gleoma gefrætwed,
wlonc ond wingal wighyrstum scan;
seah on sinc, on sylfor, on searogimmas,
on ead, on æht, on eorcanstan,
on þas beorhtan burg bradan rices.
Stanhofu stodan, stream hate wearp
widan wylme; weal eall befeng
beorhtan bosme, þær þa baþu wæron,
hat on hreþre. þæt wæs hyðelic.
Leton þonne geotan
ofer harne stan hate streamas
…þþæt hringmere hate
þær þa baþu wæron.
…re; þæt is cynelic þing,
huse …… burg….
|This masonry is wondrous; fates broke it
courtyard pavements were smashed; the work of giants is decaying.
Roofs are fallen, ruinous towers,
the frosty gate with frost on cement is ravaged,
chipped roofs are torn, fallen,
undermined by old age. The grasp of the earth possesses
the mighty builders, perished and fallen,
the hard grasp of earth, until a hundred generations
of people have departed. Often this wall,
lichen-grey and stained with red, experienced one reign after another,
remained standing under storms; the high wide gate has collapsed.
Still the masonry endures in winds cut down
fiercely sharpened________ _________
______________ she shone_________
_____________g skill ancient work_________
_____________g of crusts of mud turned away
spirit mo________yne put together keen-counselled
a quick design in rings, a most intelligent one bound
the wall with wire brace wondrously together.
Bright were the castle buildings, many the bathing-halls,
high the abundance of gables, great the noise of the multitude,
many a meadhall full of festivity,
until Fate the mighty changed that.
Far and wide the slain perished, days of pestilence came,
death took all the brave men away;
their places of war became deserted places,
the city decayed. The rebuilders perished,
the armies to earth. And so these buildings grow desolate,
and this red-curved roof parts from its tiles
of the ceiling-vault. The ruin has fallen to the ground
broken into mounds, where at one time many a warrior,
joyous and ornamented with gold-bright splendour,
proud and flushed with wine shone in war-trappings;
looked at treasure, at silver, at precious stones,
at wealth, at prosperity, at jewellery,
at this bright castle of a broad kingdom.
The stone buildings stood, a stream threw up heat
in wide surge; the wall enclosed all
in its bright bosom, where the baths were,
hot in the heart. That was convenient.
Then they let pour_______________
hot streams over grey stone.
until the ringed sea (circular pool?) hot
_____________where the baths were.
__________re, that is a noble thing,
to the house__________ castle_______
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The King of Britain is dead, without a male heir. The politics of her country never mattered much to Igraine, until now, when they threaten to rob her of her home, Tintagel castle.
When the witch Merlin tells her destiny will make her queen, a defiant Igraine refuses an offer of marriage from Uther, a rough soldier and unlikely pretender for the throne.
But destiny cannot be avoided and the harder she fights it, the more brutal it will be when it comes.
THE CORNISH PRINCESS is the first book in the last series by Lavinia Collins based on women in Arthurian legend. It is followed by Book II, MERLIN’S CURSE and Book III, MOTHER OF THE KING. Also be sure to check out Lavinia Collins’ chronicles of Guinevere, Morgan and Morgawse, all available on Kindle and in paperback.
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MORGAWSE features all three books in the trilogy, previously published in single volumes on Kindle, as part of Lavinia Collins’ fantasy chronicles exploring the lives of Arthurian women. Look out for GUINEVERE and MORGAN.
The three books collated here have been described as “stunning”, “gripping”, “simply beautiful” and “enthralling”. Try this volume today and see what all the fuss is about!
War is on the horizon when Arthur, Igraine’s son is declared King of Britain.
With her son lost and Merlin back at court, Igraine fights for control of the kingdom. Uther is broken by grief, weakening and dying, and Igraine is locked in a conflict with the witch over the destiny of her son, in which there can be only one survivor, and Igraine has not survived the dangers of court to give up now.