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REVIEW: ELIJAH’S MERMAID by Essie Fox

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In Fox’s follow-up to The Somnambulistshe eschews the sprawling country estate for the dank warren of the Limehouse district.  Found floating in the river, like a Victorian Moses, baby Pearl is plucked from the Thames.  But she enjoys no pharoah’s life.  She is raised by the mysterious but efficient Mrs. Hibbert.  The woman of the House of Mermaids does her utmost to keep Pearl safe from the leering men and from knowing about the den of iniquity in which she lives.  Finally, to remove her from other’s temptations, Pearl, who has webbed toes and is inordinately pale, is sold off to a brilliant but obsessive painter.  She becomes his mermaid.

Simultaneously, twin orphans, Elijah and Lily, are being raised by a kindly, if naïve, older man.  He sends the children with his younger brother Frederick to visit London for a bit of adventure.  Uncle Freddie is the fun, popular uncle who indulges the children’s whims, including taking a trip to Cremorne Gardens.

A sketch of London's Cremorne, a popular pleasure garden.
A sketch of London’s Cremorne, a popular pleasure garden.

Amidst the music, games and sideshows, the twins happen to meet Pearl.  The meeting is brief but the connection is instant.

This Dickensian-style novel is much darker and grittier than her first.  Characters endure forced institution and unwanted advances.  There are graphic descriptions of horrific surgeries.  It is not for the faint of heart, but neither is it gratuitous.  Alternating narratives eventually intertwine as the trio of young people try to reunite, but it will come at a price.  Asylums, kidnappings, art and obsession will stand in their way.

Water, in all its forms and effects, is clearly a theme here.  But so is personal liberty (or the lack there of), particularly for females.  Every female character is in some way trapped.  A speech by the psychiatrist Dr Cruikshank typifies the leading attitude of mental professionals. :

He was tapping his cane against his thigh while sliding closer to Freddie and speaking confidentially. ‘Women are so like children, you see, in their appetites for unhealthy food.  It is the heat and overexcitement that causes most of the trouble…not to mention this modern obsession with reading books and magazines.  You will note we have none available here.  Why, half the women in my care would probably be entirely sane but for the stimulation brought on by the use of literature.  I say that might be the problem…’  ~Pg. 286

The very idea that reading and imagination is damaging is an idea that can be dismissed  now, but was a common theory then.  It demonstrates that even the most “free” woman — well-to-do, cared for, even happily married — would have so much predetermined for her.

Yet through all of this, the three young people manage to find a sense of self.  Even more impressive, they determine to fight for it.

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The Mermaid by John William Waterhouse – 1900

Again, Fox demonstrates a deep knowledge of the time, the setting and the dialogue.  She opens each chapter with a quote from a popular song or story of the era — Wilkie Collins, Charles Kingsley, Poe, Greenwell, Carroll.  And, as before, the entire tome is begun with a  familiar painting, this time The Mermaid, by JW Waterhouse.  The author immerses us in the dreadful but compelling underworld of a not-so-distant past.

As with the Somnambulist, this book does not have a US publisher.  Interested readers can purchase it via this direct link to The Book Depository, which has free worldwide shipping.  You can also read the first few pages here.  My thanks to Essie Fox and her UK publisher, Orion Books, for the review copy.  (Yes, I saved the stamps.)

Please visit the author’s site for more info about this era and her works.  It’s also just really fun to explore.
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ISBN: 9781409123354
Publication date: 08 Nov 2012
Page count: 416
Width: 153 mm
Height: 235 mm
Thickness: 34 mm
Weight: 542 g

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REVIEW: THE TOWER By Nigel Jones

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Jones’ overview of the Tower of London’s thousand year history was no doubt a massive undertaking. Imagine it: ten centuries worth of sieges, celebrations, world-altering decisions, wrongful deaths and sovereign decrees all held within these walls, on just a few acres of land.

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A chamber inside the Tower of London

Jones visits the (in)famous as well as the less well-known.  Henry VIII’s wives are well represented, as is the disreputable reputation of torture of its prisoners.  But it also unearths more obscure facts like Issac Newton’s position as the Warden of the Mint.  For several hundred years the coins of the realm were stamped on the grounds.  And I only knew of the menagerie because of my visit there last year.  But I didn’t realize that William Blake visited the tiger in order to observe the “fearful symmetry” of the fierce cat.

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My photograph

Jones’ indexed book is well-researched and, while educational, it is far from dry.  This is partially due to the Tower’s rich history, but Jones also presents the information in an absorbing manner.  It manages to encompass the years 1078 to present day all within an approachable format.  His rich descriptions bring the ancient past to life:

Minting money was hot, hard, laborious, noisy and dangerous work.  The interior of the mint’s workshops were a hellish inferno full of the clash and splash of metal, both hard and molten.  A sweaty, smoky, smelly world where hammers clanged deafeningly and glittering, jagged splinters of precious metal and molten droplets flew through the filthy air, causing painful injuries.  Few mint workers escaped their service without losing a finger or an eye to their risky craft.   ~Pg. 35

A good deal of my knowledge of British regicidal history comes from Shakespeare’s plays.    It was enjoyable to put those pieces together with the documented stories, and learn more about the place I was fortunate enough to visit.  Surely there are layers yet to be discovered, and there is no doubt that some things will just never be known.

This is an excellent handbook for those interested in English history in general as well as the past days of the Tower.  I cannot wait to visit again, now with this insight.

** I suggest following @ravenmaster1 on Twitter.  Chris Skaife is the official Ravenmaster for the Tower of London and posts great pictures from the site.

Thank you to St. Martin’s Press for the review copy.
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October 2012
Hardcover
ISBN: 9780312622961
ISBN10: 0312622961
6 1/8 x 9 1/4 inches, 464 pages
Plus one 16-page b&w photo insert and map endpapers

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REVIEW: BEAUTIFUL LIES by Clare Clark

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Yes, the novel is as gorgeous as the cover.  Ethereal, impactful*, vintage and evocative.  The heroine, Maribel, is the vivacious wife of parliamentary representative Edward Campbell Lowe.  Himself a boisterous, outspoken politician, the two make an unforgettable pair, if an unlikely one.

Maribel employs her energies in photography, working to capture true images — something all too elusive in Victorian London.  She attempts to find some truth among the Native Americans that are in London with Buffalo Bill’s Wild West show.  Ever the gracious host, William Cody is welcomes her into his massive encampment.

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The American Exhibition in London, 1887.

Maribel also make subjects of her dear friend, Charlotte, and unfortunate ruffians of London’s less affluent neighborhoods.  One of these photographs is smudged in such a way that spiritualist believe it to be an example of supernatural intervention.  Ever the realist, Maribel staunchly denies such a claim and refuses to allow its publication.

A Victorian era "spirit photograph."  Images were double-exposed for this effect, but because the medium was so new, most sitters were unaware of the trickery.
A Victorian era “spirit photograph.” Images were double-exposed for this effect, but because the medium was so new, most sitters were unaware of the trickery.

This is but one of Maribel’s struggles to uphold truth in a world so reliant upon appearances.  But Maribel hides a secret of her own.  As she tries to help her own husband succeed in Parliament, she risks peeling back the layers of her own beautiful lies.  In the midst of all of this, tabloid journalism is on the rise in London and a ruthless bloodhound of a newspaper man is on her scent.

The prose is honest and modern, despite the vintage setting.  Sentences roll and swirl and drip off the tongue.

The tea party was breaking up when the two women took their leave.  It was a warm evening, one of the first of the season and the moon floated like a pale wafer in the darkening sky.  Along the river the trees were ghostly with blossom.  ~Pg. 37

For years Ida had kept a picture of the saint [Joan of Arc] tucked inside her Bible so that she could look at it during the sermon on Sundays.  She said it was so that she would remember that being clever and fighting people was sometimes what God wanted you to do, even if you were a girl.  On the say that Ida did not want to be an elephant keeper when she grew up, she wanted to be a soldier-saint like Joan of Arc.  Sometimes they slipped out late at night, when the others were all asleep, creeping across the garden and into the woods beyond.  The woods were full of strange loud noises, foxes screaming and owls hooting and trees moving restlessly in the earth.  Maribel held Ida’s hand and told her it was essential for an actress to understand fear, but Ida was not afraid.  She turned cartwheels on the lawn, her nightgown a pale ghost in the darkness, and said that in the night the world was more exciting because you could not see where it ended.   ~Pg. 82

Maribel hoped that he was right.  More than that she hoped that there would be someone at Mr. Linnell’s graveside who knew what he had likes to do on a Sunday afternoon, that he had felt the cold and liked marmalade and knew how to whistle, that he had a way with dogs and had once ridden a bicycle without holding onto the handlebars.   ~Pg. 344

This novel is exceedingly well-written and very engrossing.  It clocks in at an even 500 pages, and easily could have devoured 500 more.

A great many thanks to Houghton Mifflin Harcourt for the review copy.

*I’ve just had a very intriguing conversation with @cliche_mist about my use of the word “impactful.”  I admit that I was doubtful when I wrote it and so I looked it up.  I did find it listed in Merriam-Webster’s dictionary.  Still, my learned friend contends that standard usage dictionaries often allow for slang and non-words to gain a foothold in the English language.  What are your thoughts?
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ISBN-13/ EAN: 9780151014675
ISBN-10: 0151014671
Price: $26
Format: Hardcover, 512 pages
Publication Date: 2012-09-18
Trim Size: 6 x 9

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REVIEW: STRONG POISON by Dorothy L. Sayers

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I’m ashamed to say this was the first Sayers novel I have read.  I can’t imagine why, other than I assumed them to be like Agatha Christie and there were already so many of hers to read.  And I don’t remember my childhood library having any of her books, (they may have) but there was a endless row of black-bound, gold-embossed Christie titles.  So with these rereleases I decided to turn a new leaf as well and include her mysteries.

Strong Poison is a Lord Peter Wimsey mystery, featuring Harriet Vane.  Based on her character it appears that there were more later.  Wimsey (as suggested by his name) is the kind of person who goes where the wind takes him.  As a friend of barristers and with a particular penchant for sitting in on trials, Wimsey takes it upon himself to solve a confusing case.  Harriet Vane, a crime novelist, has been accused of poisoning her fiancé, but Wimsey is unconvinced. While the trial is on hold, he investigates his hunches.

The author, Dorothy L. Sayers
The author, Dorothy L. Sayers

Wimsey and the tale are a blend of Nero Wolfe and Jeeves and Wooster.  In the heady of days of the Bright Young Things, where it seems nothing can touch the sparkling upper echelons of society, Lord Peter amuses himself among the working class.  His character at first seems selfish and flighty, but although he wants to occupy his time, he truly does believe in her innocence and wants to see her acquitted.

The prose is light and playful, and glides along over the marbled halls of justice and entryways of grand houses.  The dialogue, too, reflects this whimsical time.

“You don’t mean to say you admired her, Frank?”
“Oh, well, I dunno.  But she didn’t look to me like a murderess.”
“And how do you know what a murderess looks like?  Have you ever met one?”
“Well, I’ve seen them at Madame Tussaud’s.”
“Oh, wax-works.  Everybody looks like a murderer in a wax-works.”             ~Pg. 33

And no good detective is anywhere without his sidekick.  Lord Peter Wimsey has his invaluable valet, Mr. Bunter.

By what ingratiating means Mr. Bunter had contrived to turn the delivery of a note into the acceptance of an invitation to tea was best known only to himself.  At half-past four on the day which ended to cheerfully for Lord Peter, he was seated in the kitchen of Mr. Urquart’s house, toasting crumpets.  He had been trained to a great pitch of dexterity in the preparation of crumpets and if he was somewhat lavish is the matter of butter, that hurt nobody except Mr. Urquart.      ~Pg. 101

The book is jaunty and fast-paced.  Readers who enjoy quick, fluid cozies, should snuggle up with a cup of tea and give it a read.

Thank you so much to Regina at Bourbon Street Books / HarperCollins for the review copy.
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ISBN: 9780062196200
ISBN10: 0062196200
Imprint: Harper Paperbacks
On Sale: 10/16/2012
Format: Trade PB
Trimsize: 5 5/16 x 8
Pages: 288; $14.99
Ages: 18 and Up

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REVIEW: THE WHITE FOREST by Adam McOmber

McOmber’s debut novel explores an unseen fantasy just under the surface of Victorian England.  Heroine Jane Silverlake has always been a but different, but she has never quite understood how, or why.   In an ever-changing, growing London Jane attempts to find her place.  Though she was well-born, her mother died mysteriously when she was very young.  Since then Jane hears the sounds, the souls of objects.  Her father has been patient but absent.  Her only companions are friends Madeleine and Nathan.  The three wander Hampstead Heath — one of the few places where the sounds are quiet for Jane.  They are an unlikely trio as they grow older though, and jealousies begin to arise.

Nathan, an impetuous young man from an upper class family, is obsessed with Jane’s “ability” and becomes embroiled in a strange cult that meets in Southwark.  Jane, it seems, has the ability to enter the Empyrean, a cosmic place before existence.  When Nathan disappears, though, the girls know that it is more than just a passing fad for him.  In comes the detective Vidocq, a real historical figure, to investigate the kidnapping.

The Empyrean, as imagined by Gustave Dore for The Divine Comedy

The book begins strongly; it pulls no punches.  The novel delves into the metaphysical, psychology, with an edge of steampunk, all in a Victorian Gothic setting.  McOmber’s tone is forceful yet flowing.

The story of their friendship and Pascal’s eventual dependence on Maddy for both room and board was straightforward enough.  Maddy first made his acquaintance outside a small French-style café near Charing Cross.  He’d been using a piece of charcoal to draw a picture of a street in the walled city of Nimes where white chickens wandered on cobblestone and irises made silent observance from tilted window boxes.  ~Pg. 18

McOmber’s characterization of London is equally enjoyable:

London seemed a series of tall shuttered house that evening, all crowded along a single narrow street.  The air was full of dust and the pungent smell of dense humanity.  We came as close to Piccadilly as traffic permitted and then dismounted, using a series of passages to avoid getting mired in the congested streets.  These “secret passages” were oddities of London, symptoms of a city that had been built and rebuilt — a city without order or plan.  The poor made their home in these passages, and we walked through their makeshift parlors, brushing lightly through the darkness with Nathan as our leader.  ~Pg. 109

I am not an expert, or even extremely familiar, with the fantasy genre, especially in its most recent iterations.  As Jane’s understanding of her place in the world becomes more clear, the book’s tone changes from a mysterious novel with a bit of the supernatural, to a full-fledged fantasy story.  In fact the last two or three chapters almost seem like they were written by someone else.  The entire style alters.  It was equally well-written, just completely different.

This is a solid debut novel and I would recommend it for fans of fantasy who like books rooted in real places or characters.

Many thanks to the folks at Simon and Schuster for the review copy.
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Touchstone, September 2012
Hardcover, 320 pages
ISBN-10: 1451664257
ISBN-13: 9781451664256

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REVIEW: MRS. QUEEN TAKES THE TRAIN by William Kuhn

 

This book is almost like a work of fan fiction.  What if this cast of characters were suddenly let loose in an unlikely scenario.   Queen Elizabeth II, despondent and full of wanderlust, embarks on an unusual trip.  Constantly surrounded by assistants, servants, schedules, and protocol, she is looking to reconnect with simpler days.  After her annus horriblus, (the breakup of Fergie and Andrew, Diana and Charles and the fire at Windsor Castle), it seems nothing is the same.

One afternoon, while visiting her beloved horses, she accepts the loan of a hoodie against the sudden rain.  Slogging back to the palace, she notices that she isn’t recognized by her own guards.  Surprised and amused, she takes advantage of the situation.  What begins as a walkabout to the local cheesemonger becomes an escape from England altogether.  She jumps aboard a train headed for Waverley Station in Edinburgh.  Edinburgh, where her beloved Britannia is now docked, open as a museum.

…Then they could all retire to the Britannia for a few days, having justified the expense of sailing her out by holding some official dinners on board.  How lovely she looked, white and buff and blue, rising up out of the haze on a hot afternoon.  And when she became too old, to expensive to run, well the Government absolutely refused to build another yacht.  It was that word “yacht” wasn’t it?  The Queen couldn’t appear to waste public money on personal pleasure.  She understood that, but she wondered if the newspapers actually knew how many boring Commonwealth suppers she’d had to sit through.  If anybody had earned a bit of a treat, she had, what with the endless small talk she’d engaged in on national business.  ~Pg. 127

The book paints a picture of a tired but thankful Queen who could use with a bit of human interaction that isn’t based in ritual.  But more than that, it focuses on those who orbit the Queen.  Butlers, assistants, ladies-in-waiting, equerries and proud citizens all intertwine to “save” the Queen from her impromptu holiday.

A photo of the actual Queen Elizabeth II wearing a hoodie while on vacation near Balmoral.

The book is a bit staid; respectable but not anything outstanding.  It wanders, too much in fact, away from the tender themes that it does have.  The Queen herself is barely in it.  Instead Kuhn chooses to explore the backstories of his other characters, what brought them to work in the Household.   For fans of narratives that mosey along, with plenty of tangents, perhaps this is the book for you.  For Anglophiles or fans of snappy stories, I suggest they look elsewhere.

May thanks to Harper for the advanced review copy.
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ISBN: 9780062208286; ISBN10: 0062208284; Imprint: Harper ; On Sale: 10/16/2012; Format: Hardcover; Trimsize: 5 1/2 x 8 1/4; Pages: 384; $25.99; Ages: 18 and Up

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REVIEW: CITY OF RAVENS BY Boria Sax

The Extraordinary History of London, the Tower, and its Famous Ravens

Last summer I went to the Tower of London.  There I made a number of unexpected discoveries, although if I had ever stopped to think about it would have seemed rather obvious.  For instance, there are several buildings that make up the “tower”, the oldest and most famous being the White Tower.  It isn’t really a tower, but a fortress or a castle. Unlike the Buckingham guards, the Yeomen are very much allowed to talk to you and are wonderfully friendly folks.  The real Crown Jewels really are kept there – provable by the fact very strict British advertising laws actually prevent any sort of “bait and switch”.  If they advertise it, they have to be real.

And as a “fan” of ravens in general I was very excited to see the avian residents at the Tower.  They are incredibly curious and obviously intelligent.   One of the many things that makes me such an Anglophile is their unwavering adherence to tradition.  So having a warder whose sole job is to tend the ravens at the Tower is amazing to me.

And like the thousands upon thousands of visitors to the Tower each year, I believed the general story that they had been part of the Tower for centuries.  Apparently the true story is a bit more complicated.

Boria Sax’s book is a neat thesis the explores the history of ravens (Corvus corax) in general, in England and at the Tower.   These background chapters were my favorite.

Their [the raven's] complex social structure resembles that of human beings.  Ravens live within a nuclear family and raise their young collectively, yet they also assemble in huge gatherings for reasons that are not fully explained.  They communicate in part through a large range of vocalisations, and they have long been renowned for their intelligence.  Because ravens can seem ‘almost human’, they elicit strong feelings from people, and have been alternately revered and persecuted throughout human history.

Because of their extraordinary cleverness, people can find ravens irascible and, at times, even diabolic.  A recent publication of the US National Park Service advises tourists that, “Ravens have learned how to unzip and unsnap packs.  Do not allow them access to your food.” But despite their reputation as tricksters, ravens have often been able to thrive in human settlements, and Aristotle considered them birds of the city.  Pliny tells of one raven that made its next in the shop of a cobbler in Rome and became so beloved that a man who killed it was punished with death.  the raven was given a splendid funeral attended by a large crowd of mourners.  ~Pgs. 24-5

Sax then explores how the legend of the Tower ravens was born.  The answers are surprising and enlightening (but I will leave it to the reader to discover).

The book lands somewhere between academic and popular history.  It is accessible for a casual reader but full of well-researched quotes and references.  I recommend it for any history buff or Anglophile’s shelves.

Many thanks to Overlook Press for the review copy.

You can follow the Tower of London’s Ravenmaster on Twitter here.

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ISBN: 978-1-59020-777-2
ISBN 13: 978-1-59020-777-2
Trim Size: 5 x 7
206 pages
Hardcover

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REVIEW: SALMON FISHING IN THE YEMEN (2012)

This is the best movie of the year (at least, so far).  It’s charming but not saccharine, sweeping but not grandiose.  As it is based upon a book, story is paramount.  It is from Lasse Halstrom, the director of Chocolat, after all.

Emily Blunt plays Harriet Chetwode-Talbot, a smart, sleek and organized asset manager.  Her portfolio of clients includes one very wealthy Sheikh Muhammed (Amr Waked) from Yemen.  He has a manor in Scotland where he loves to fish for salmon and wants to bring his passion to the desert.  Chetwode-Talbot seeks out the preeminent expert on such things, Dr. Alfred Jones (Ewan MacGregor).  The two spar over the ideas that a cold water fish could live in a a place with no water.

Meanwhile, Her Majesty’s government is desperate for a positive news story out of the Middle East.  Patricia Maxwell (Kristin Scott Thomas) is determined to spin gold out of straw with this one and insists the project move forward.  And so this unlikely trio sets out to do the impossible.

Research takes the team to the Sheik’s estate (also know as Glenbogle from Monarch of the Glen), vast expanses of arid desert, canyons and boring office cubicles.  Each location is well-drawn, evoking a very real sense of place.  This variation somehow makes the project seem all the more daunting, and more adventurous.  Hallestrom uses each of these locations beautifully, including a couple of gorgeous scenes with low lighting.

The score too is very well done.  By veteran composer Dario Marianelli (I Capture the Castle, Atonement), it seamlessly blends the music and sounds of all of these locations.

These three main characters are quite well done.  Dr. Jones is a brilliant but socially awkward man.  He’s very kind-hearted but doesn’t really interact the way most people do.    Ms. Chetwode-Talbot seems to cherish British propriety, although she sees her own self fall short.  She expects a great deal from herself.  Sheik Muhammed is a philosopher who has the means to act upon his ideas.  He is not just a rich man with a crazy idea.  He wants to bring life and prosperity to his country.  Mrs. Maxwell connotes the a turning point of Kristin Scott Thomas’ career, I think.  No longer the soft, willowy heroine (English Patient, Horse Whisperer) she bursts onto the screen a la Kay Thompson in Funny Face and fills it in each of her scenes.

Salmon Fishing In The Yemen is funny, wise, sobering and inspiring.  It’s not going to make the kind of money that a summer blockbuster will (though it should).  But if you see it showing at a theatre near to you, DO see it on the big screen.  It’s beautiful and immensely enjoyable.

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REVIEW: THE QUEEN – A LIFE IN BRIEF

By Robert Lacey

This is certainly London’s time to shine.  A fabulous royal wedding last year, a Summer   Olympics in just a few weeks plus Queen Elizabeth II’s Diamond Jubilee!  She is only the second monarch to have reigned over Britain and its commonwealths for 60 years (Queen Victoria being the first).

This small book is but an overview of Queen Elizabeth’s extraordinary life up to now.  Its short length makes it incredibly accessible and allows a reader to find aspects they’d like to read more on.  It’s also full of funny anecdotes and surprising moments.

Some of my favorite stories are from her youth.  In childhood, there was no indication that she would eventually take the Crown, as she was the niece of the sitting monarch.  Her parents attempted to give her a childhood filled with as much play as school, as much comfort as duty.

Her educational priorities, according to her official biographer, were ‘plenty of fresh air, exercise, fun — and light reading.’ So the Royal LIbrarian, Owen Morshead, was appalled to discover one July that the eighteen books that the Queen had ordered for her elder daughter’s summer reading list were all novels — and every one of them by PG Wodehouse.  ~Pg 13.

King George VI, Queen Mother, Princess Elizabeth & Princess Margaret in 1942

Elizabeth and Margaret became important figures during the Depression and the War.

…With her nineteenth birthday approaching, she finally escaped to join the Auxiliary Territorial Service, or the ‘Women’s Army’ as the ATS was generally known — ‘No. 230873, Second Subaltern Elizabeth Alexandra Mary Windsor.  Age: 18. Eyes: blue. Hair: brown. Height: 5 ft. 3 ins.’ For a month she travelled to Aldershot every morning for a vehicle cylinder heads, then returned to Windsor for dinner every evening to lecture her sister and parents on the joys of the internal combustion engine.  ~ Pg 22.

For me, the weaker portion of the book is during the later years.  The focus is less on Elizabeth and more on Charles and Diana.  True, much of the world’s attention was similarly distracted at the time but I would have preferred to read more of the Queen’s thoughts and actions in the 1980s and 90s.

More importantly, I learned tidbits I didn’t know and it piqued my interest to find out more about this impressive Queen.

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Many thanks to HarperPerennial for the review copy.

ISBN: 9780062124463
ISBN10: 0062124463
Imprint: Harper Perennial
On Sale: 5/15/2012
Format: Trade PB
Trimsize: 5 5/16 x 8
Pages: 176;
$15.99
Ages: 18 and Up

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REVIEW: ELEGY FOR EDDIE by Jacqueline Winspear

A Maisie Dobbs Novel

I am quite aware that this is a series, and a popular one at that, but this is the first Maisie Dobbs novel I have read.  Spunky and precocious, Dobbs defies convention by owning her own business and having skipped a few rungs on the social class ladder. Maisie grew up on the “other” side of the river but is now the proprietress of a detective agency.  With smart, capable people in her employ, she takes on cases for hire.  Set in early 1930s London, England is dealing with post-war fatigue and an overwhelming, industrialized future coming too fast.

This particular case involves a young man named Eddie who turns up dead.  Maisie is approached by people from her past to find out what happened to him.  In her investigation she meets strict factory men, low-class drunkards, gentle widows, thugs and coppers. Maisie’s peculiar situation allows her to float between the upper crust and downtrodden and gives the reader a sense of the vast divide between them.  And the reader gets a sense that she doesn’t quite fit in either place.

This is a pleasurable book, something to read for amusement.  Winspear’s description and characterization is strong, but the plot felt contrived.  In that way, it is like a less mature Agatha Christie. One thing Winspear does exceedingly well is give context.  The victim is a horse whisperer in an age when carriages are being replaced by cars.  The city is moving from the organic to the mechanized and the transition is anything but smooth.  This theme is very well-explored throughout the novel.

The Bookhams paper factory was located close to the Albert Embankment in Lambeth, between Salamanca Street and Glasshouse Lane.  Not for the first time in recent weeks, the MG had failed to start, which meant that Maisie risked being late.  Pg. 45

Number 1 Shelley Street, the address given for Evelyn Butterworth, proved to be a narrow, modest, end-of-terrace house divided into flats, not far from King’s Cross station.  Though not in a particularly good area, someone had tried to make a garden, but soot from the trains rendered the district grey and tired and even the sunshine failed to cheer the street.  Looking up at the house, Maisie noticed that the curtains on the third floor were quite bright.  Pg. 154-5.

Dobbs, follows various leads across London, while trying to maintain relationships further complicated by her independent spirit.  The case itself is not one the reader will try to solve, really.  Instead, the reader is just along for the ride – be it by horse drawn buggy or motorized convertible.

Many thanks to the folks at HarperCollins for the review copy.

The fine folks at HarperCollins are hosting Twitter chats each week all month to celebrate the series. The hashtag is #Maisie and the next one will be on Friday, 3/23 at 4 pm est and then again on Friday, 3/30 at 3 pm. You can find more info on Jackie’s Facebook page http://www.facebook.com/#!/jacquelinewinspear?sk=app_190322544333196

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ISBN: 9780062049575
ISBN10: 0062049577
Imprint: Harper
On Sale: 3/27/2012
Format: Hardcover
Trimsize: 6 x 9
Pages: 352
$25.99
Ages: 18 and Up

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REVIEW: THE APOTHECARY by Maile Meloy

With illustrations by Ian Schoenherr

Normally I don’t read young adult books for review.  I think this is due mostly to the fact that I never really read them when I was a young adult.  I sort of skipped that and went straight on to adult titles (The most notable exception being the wonderful stories of John Bellairs). That, and I suppose I am so buried under books written for adults that to expand genres would only complicate matters.  But something about the descriptions drew me to The Apothecary and I wasn’t disappointed.  
The young heroine is a smart and insightful, but terribly self-conscious fourteen year-old girl.  Already struggling (like anyone) to make the awkward transition from kid to teenager in a sunshiny, idyllic Los Angeles of the early 1950s, she is forced to uproot and move to London.  Her parents, successful television writers in Hollywood, are under surveillance by HUAC.  Rather than  fight a losing battle against unfounded suspicion, they decide to take jobs writing for the BBC.  
Just one of the gorgeous illustrations by Ian Schoenherr
Dropped in the midst of postwar London, without a friend or a clue, Janie Scott becomes immersed in a strange and magical world.  She befriends the son of the local apothecary (the pharmacist, in American) and discovers that the shop dispenses more than the usual remedies.  They are charged with keeping safe an ancient book with recipes and must keep it from falling into the wrong hands. 
Janie’s adventure is great fun.  And like any true young adult book ought, not everything turns out perfectly.  Having just been to London myself this past summer, I especially enjoyed seeing the city through the eyes of another who also felt wonder and overwhelmed at every turn.  
I was incredibly thrilled that the Chelsea Physic Garden figures into the story.  It might have been my favorite stop in London; I didn’t want to leave.  It’s truly an oasis in the middle of the city, and  is a very impressive garden in its own right.  
One of my MANY photos from the Chelsea Physic Garden
All to often books talk down to young readers.  Not so here.  The book is well written and moves right along.  It’s adventurous and imaginative.  Despite its young tone, I was never bored.  I can highly recommend it for young ladies with a particularly precocious spirit.  
A great many thanks to Penguin for the review copy.  
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ISBN 9780399256271 | 368 pages | 04 Oct 2011
Putnam Juvenile | 9.25 x 6.25in | 10 – AND UP years
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REVIEWS: BOOKS THAT DIDN’T QUITE FLOAT MY BOAT

I try to give every book the same consideration, particularly when it’s in the review pile.  As a (wannabe) writer myself, I can understand the toil that an author went through.  I respect that.  But there are still some books, that no matter how much I should have liked, and thought I would enjoy, I just can’t get excited about it.  It stinks.  It’s a disappointment to me as an expectant reader, and I’m sure as an author and publisher.
But with a New Year quickly approaching, I feel it is as good a time as any to slough off some of the titles that have straggled on my nightstand…
ASK ALICE by DJ TAYLOR
I loved Taylor’s previous work, Bright Young People, about high society in 1920s in London.  That book was nonfiction.  Ask Alice once again draws on Taylor’s encyclopedic knowledge of the era but in novel form.  The heroine, naive but learning, goes from beguiled to ingenue to jaded.  
The opening pages of the book, told from Alice’s point-of-view, were completely riveting.  Once Taylor introduces a London character who has a pigpen in his back garden, the whole thing falls apart.  The narrative voice loses its way.  Even when we return to Alice on the London stage, Taylor cannot regain the balance or the verve of the early pages.
To his credit, Taylor is an excellent descriptive writer.  His sentences are well-formed and packed with elegance.  In this case, it is the over-arching story that is weak. 

Hardcover: 352 pages
Publisher: Pegasus Books
Language: EnglishISBN-10: 1605980862

BRIGHT AND DISTANT SHORES by DOMINIC SMITH

Here again is a book from one of my favorite authors.  The Mercury Visions of Louis Daguerre left me in tears and The Beautiful Miscellaneous was quite touching.  My penchant for his writing coupled with my downright obsession with the 1893 World’s Fair should have been a no-brainer.  
What was lacking here was Smith’s usually extraordinary narrating characters.  Rather than feeling their adventuresome spirit in the vivid colors of the South Pacific, it reads more like a monochrome manual for gathering archaeological samples.  I desperately wanted to like this book, but I just can’t recommend it.  

Paperback: 480 pages
Publisher: Washington Square Press
Language: EnglishISBN-10: 1439198861


INDIGO
IN SEARCH OF THE COLOR THAT SEDUCED THE WORLD 
by Catherine E. McKinley
Indigo is my favorite color; it always has been.  It was the color of my bridesmaids’ dresses and plenty of decor at my wedding.  I’m also always a fan of books that take a small idea or item and uncover vast histories about it.  I thought this is what I would find between the covers here — a surprising and insightful look at a stunningly beautiful color.
Indigo is less a history and more a personal diary.  The author embarks on a journey to Africa in order to discover more about indigo, but she is sparing in her details about the history that brings her there.  Rather than intertwining the old and the new, the old becomes abandoned for her own adventures.  There were also glaring historical errors like her mention of “the invention of the cotton gin in 1974,” (page 4) that made it hard to enjoy.
Hardcover: 256 pp

Size: 5.5 x 8.25 in
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1608195058
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In all cases, I sincerely wish to thank the publicists for providing the review copies.  I hope they will not find me unfair in my assessments.
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REVIEW: FOREVER RUMPOLE by John Mortimer

It’s going to be impossible to review this book without comparing it to the works of PG Wodehouse.  The writings share a number of attributes — silly surnames, ridiculous situations, and even more unlikely solutions.  Barrister Horace Rumpole tells stories from the first person, much like Bertie and Mr. Mulliner, but his are from the Old Bailey and its environs.  And instead of focusing on the theft of cow creamers and fickle romances, Rumpole must use his wits to set free ne’er-do-wells who (probably) didn’t commit the crime they are on trial for.

Somewhat jaded, Rumpole has seen it all at this point.  He is little fazed by the cluelessness  of dregs of society or the incredible antics of the Ministers of Parliament.  His nonchalant narrative makes the stories all the more entertaining for a lay audience.  One needn’t be a student of the law to get caught up in the tales of the court anymore than you need to have a country house to want to go Bunburying.  I will admit, however, that my maniacal watching of Law & Order: UK hasn’t hurt any with some of the vocabulary.

Unlike Bertie Wooster, Rumpole is actually trying to better his world, one client at a time.  He doesn’t think of himself first, or rely on a Jeeves to get him out of a scrape.  Rumpole takes on injustice when everything stacked against him.  He thrives on it.  He’s a bit like Wile E. Coyote, except his traps actually work.  While other barristers and solicitors are content with a deposition, Rumpole finds the one tiny detail that unravels an entire case.

Reading Rumpole is a sheer delight.  The stories are lithe and funny.  Mortimer has drawn imperfect, realistic characters for us to watch from the gallery.  Or better yet, beside him at a pub, sharing a pint and stories of “that time when…”.

A great many thanks to Meghan at Viking for the review copy.
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ISBN 9780670023066 | 528 pages | 10 Nov 2011 | Viking Adult | 5.98 x 9.01in | 18 – AND UP 

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REVIEW: MURDER IN A FIRST-CLASS CARRIAGE by Kate Colquhoun

The First Victorian Railway Killing

I’m a sucker for these sorts of books.  In fact, when I received the review copy, my husband joked, “Well, someone said, ‘Let’s write a book for you!’”  It has so many themes I love: mystery, the Victorian era, trains, and a murder trial.  AND it’s British.  
Drawn from the annals of the Old Bailey and newspaper accounts, it traces the murder of one Mr. Thomas Briggs, an older but successful business man who was traveling home via the rail. Among many of the mysterious circumstances are the seeming lack of motive, the sort timespan in which the crime could have been committed and the loss of a hat (In fact, in Britain, this book was titled Mr. Briggs’ Hat).  Even more intriguing is the setting.  The British Victorians had a love/hate relationship with crime even then.  As a society, they were obsessed to the last, bloody detail of the darkest side of human nature — while at the same time obsessed with repressing and destroyed every shred of it within. 
Favored suspect Franz Muller
The book is very well researched and chock full of quotes from eyewitnesses and reports.  Yet all of this studiousness makes it feel at times a bit more academic than a mystery to be solved.  Between an inquest, an extradition and two trials, some of the information begins to feel redundant, if complete.  The author also chooses to italicize the quotes she uses, rather than surround them with quotation marks.  Rather than getting used to it, I found it increasingly distracting.  Still I read happily to the end, devouring the gripping tale of the crime and investigation itself. 
Murder in a First-Class Carriage explores a completely fascinating chapter of Victorian crime that has been lost to time somehow.  I am admittedly obsessed with this idea and often read from The Old Bailey Online for a voyeuristic peek into the past.  This book brings one of those many, dusty stories back to life.

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Many thanks to Kate at Overlook Press for the review copy.

Murder in the First-Class Carriage
By Kate Colquhoun 
352 pages
ISBN 13: 978-1-59020-675-1
Trim Size: 6 x 9
Release Date: October 27, 2011

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GIVEAWAY: THE MEMOIRS OF SHERLOCK HOLMES by Sir A.C. Doyle

I don’t suppose it’s entirely fair for me to be reviewing a classic.  It’s fairly certain that the tales of Sherlock and Watson are good.  As one who grew up on them and the Granada series (Jeremy Brett IS Sherlock), it’s hard to imagine my literary memory without them.   Rereading them was a joy.  I’d forgotten how lithe and modern the writing was.  Doyle also creates such vivid characters.  Each of their voices is different.  It’s no wonder than 120 years later, people are writing new stories, blockbuster films are being made and critically-accliamed television shows keep people riveted to their sets.  Not to mention, scores of people making the pilgrimage to 221B Baker Street itself (yes, I admit, I went.  And it was wonderful).  
At Sherlock’s house.
Penguin Classics has reprinted this collection of stories, which includes: “Silver Blaze”, ” The Yellow Face”, “The Stockbroker’s Clerk”, “The Gloria Scott”, “The Musgrave Ritual”, “The Reigate Squires”, “The Crooked Man”, “The Resident Patient”, “The Greek Interpreter”, “The Naval Treaty”, and “The Final Problem.”  You can see Doyle’s growing impatience with Sherlock as he reaches fatal finale at Reichenbach Falls. Not to worry, though.  It seems Sherlock isn’t going anywhere for some time.  I’m pretty protective of Sherlock, but it seems in general his inspiration has brought about some fabulous story-telling.  

To win a copy of this book is elementary.  Please leave a comment below.  Include your first name, your email (at) com address, and phrase about why you love Sherlock.  US only, please.  Winner will be chosen at random on Sept 27 2011, at 11:59PM EST.  
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REVIEW: THE RETURN OF CAPTAIN JOHN EMMETT by Elizabeth Speller

I am unhappy to report that the strongest element about this book is the cover art.  It hearkens back to the wonderful Great Western Rail (and other) posters of the 1920s and 30s in England — the Golden Age of Travel.  The contents, I’m afraid, do not. 
The story is set in 1920, just as England sputters into a recovery after the First World War.  The main protagonist, Laurence Bartram survived his days in France but returns to an empty home.  His wife and son died while he was away.  With little to anchor him, he receives a letter from the sister of an old friend.  She asks him to help discover the cause of her brother’s sudden suicide — or perhaps uncover something more sinister.  
Trafalgar Square, London, 1920.
Unfortunately, the plot drags on for far too long.  It has none of the suspense that can sustain a drawn out storyline.  The reader simply has to plod along with Bartram, looking over his shoulder  while he traces various threads.  It’s one gloomy parlor interview after another.  
Bartram himself is not a terribly compelling character.  Sad and sympathetic, but not engaging.  The only brightly drawn character is his friend Charles.  Clearly modeled after one of London’s Bright Young People, he actually brings to life a sliver of the times.  And it’s not just the fact that Charles’ outlook is more positive.  He is the only one with a palpable personality.
The “villain” is silly and the discovery of the villain even more so.  It seems as if Speller wrote herself into a corner and had to create loopholes and surprise characters to make her shifty plot work.  As it is, it makes little sense, and by the end the reader really couldn’t care any less.  Even if I wanted to read a melodrama, this was hardly an engrossing example of it.  
But don’t just take my word for it.  You can read an excerpt here.  You can also view the trailer here.
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A sincere thanks to the folks at HMH Books for the review copy. 
ISBN-13/EAN: 9780547511696 ; $26.00
ISBN-10: 0547511698
Hardcover ; 448 pages
Publication Date: 07/04/2011
Trim Size: 5.50 x 8.25 
It’s rare for me to not like a book, but when I do find something that’s not to my liking, I normally set it aside.  I did not do that here.  I read it cover to cover in order to give it a fair shake.  
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Sherlock’s House – London

Some might think that Sherlock’s house is the only reason I went to England. It wasn’t the only  but I was positively giddy about it.  
Subway tiles at the Baker Street station

In front of the museum

The museum is set up as though it were Sherlock and Watson’s home.  They each have a bedroom, as does Mrs. Hudson, plus their very famous study.  The upper floors are devoted to the stories themselves and to various fan items.  It’s really great fun and quite “hands-on.”

On the keeping of bees

What Sherlock would have taken with him just before Reichenbach Falls.

Evidence of his shooting skills 

Mrs. Hudson sets a lovely table
In the study

Watson’s desk
Watson’s service revolver and his license to carry

Mrs. Hudson’s room

Prof. James Moriarty
A letter to Sherlock from a child

Being that we were already near Regents Park, we went up to the zoo, which was a little disappointing, actually. 

Baby monkey
Galapagos Tortoise
Meerkat
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Finding a Quiet Corner in London

After some very refreshing tea at the Orangery, we took a stroll through Hyde Park and went to Harrod’s (see my previous post).  We then headed off to see Wellington’s Arch.  

We intended to climb it but for some reason it was closed.

Underground station tile
So we went over to the Tate Britain to see the William Blakes.  I got a bit teary. 

These incredible engravings / prints we made in the late 1700s and only found in a used book sale in the 1970s.  They are still very vibrant and moving. 
We wanted to get to the Chelsea Physic Garden before they closed, so we grabbed a cab and headed the northern bank of the Thames. 
Quite an old garden, as you see
It was founded as a garden to grow plants that could be used for medicines.  It eventually morphed into a botanical garden as well, as plant hunters returned with exotic specimens.  Robert Fortune, the man who bought back tea from China (as well as forsythia and rhododendron) served as the chief gardener for a time.  

Many of the garden beds are arranged by category of what they treat.  For example there was a bed for fevers, one for sinuses, etc.  Other portions were dedicated to the various plant hunters (although nothing for Fortune, that I could find). 

It was truly a beautiful little spot in the midst of the city.

And lots of lavender for me to inhale… 
We walked back to Earls Court from Chelsea, with a stop for a snack and cider. 
A building along the way 

So much deliciousness

Can one monger iron?

 Then off to bed…

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A Truly Enchanting Palace – Kensington, London

Kensington Palace is open, believe it or not, to visitors.  None of the royals currently reside there (though Will and Kate are rumored to be moving in after his posting at Anglesea) but plenty of famous princesses have called the brick mansion home.  The exhibit created a labyrinthine quest for guests to discover the history of seven princesses.  It was utterly enchanting and artfully done.
Guests are even encouraged to open drawers, play with toys, sit on a throne and wander.  It was incredible.  And lovely.  I can’t recommend it enough.
{While photography was allowed, flash wasn’t, and the lighting was dim, so please forgive the graininess.}  

Princess Margaret’s wedding tiara

Dress worn by Princess Diana at the Bolshoi

Some of the garden areas were undergoing construction, presumably for the upcoming Olympics.  But the Sunken Gardens were still open and they were collecting secrets to be strung from the arbor.  Yes, we wrote one up and no, I’m not telling. 

“I have a secret crush on Prof. Snape!”
“I want to steal the crown jewels and wear all of them.”
“I sometimes wish I was an Arsenal fan.”
The Orangery in the background.
After a lovely stroll in the gardens, we took tea at the Orangery.  It was built in 1704-5 by Queen Anne as a greenhouse for citrus trees (mainly oranges, hence the name).  I had chocolate tea.  Yes, you read that right. CHOCOLATE TEA. 

Since we were in the neighborhood, and were already pretending to be royalty, we stopped by Harrod’s.  Just to say hi.

After that, a stop at Wellington’s Arch, the Tate Britain and the Chelsea Physic Garden… stay tuned!

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Off With Their Heads! More in London

Our first stop this day was the Tower of London.  Noted for two very different things: The place where several of Henry the 8th’s wives were imprisoned and beheaded (as well as other royals) and where the British Crown Jewels are kept and on display.  Photography of the jewels is not allowed and some of the other rooms are too dim for any good pictures.  Still there is at least 1000 years of turbulent history in these walls.  *shiver*

The White Tower

A very friendly Yeoman, despite his dour look

One of the Ravens of the Tower of London. As long as there are ravens, the empire will stand.

Then it was just a quick jaunt up some steps to the Tower Bridge. 

We grabbed a bite to eat at Dean Swifts in Southwark and headed over to the Herb Garret and Old Operating Theatre.  It is in the attic of a church and is accessed by climbing a narrow spiral staircase.  So cool!

And from early medicine to an old cemetery.  You might recognize the Brompton Cemetery from Sherlock Holmes (2009). Believe it or not, we didn’t know before we went, but it was quite obvious once we reach the far end. Quite a fun discovery!
 

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Royal Weddings, Clocks, and Trains – in London

London can be frightfully overwhelming.  It is far more spread out than I had imagined.  Which meant there was little wandering from one place to another — which I like to do.  Luckily the Tube is extremely well run, clean and easy to use.  It made getting around bearable.  I still wish I could have been able to explore a bit more.  But, it’s just what London is.

In order to sort of help us realize that yes, we really are in London, we went to Westminster Abbey and Big Ben.  Photography is not allowed inside the Abbey, but I took a few of the facade.

I was quite excited to visit Poet’s Corner.  Yep, I’m a nerd. 

Just around the corner is the Parliament building and Big Ben.  It chimed while we were there!

Bobbies!

I managed to “cut” out the very strange “performers” dressed in bad, cheap queen costumes, bopping around to weird hiphop music — as if that is something that warrants some change.  Unless we were supposed to pay them to stop…
After that, we went to the Churchill War Rooms.  Located underneath 10 Downing Street, Churchill set up a strategic underground world with bedrooms, map rooms, communications, even a kitchen, in order to keep essential staff safe during the bombings.  When the war ended, the rooms were locked up and just left.  About ten years ago they were opened up as a museum.  Fascinating place.  And as if I didn’t like Churchill already, he only seems even cooler now!

A German enigma machine

Color-coded pins for the maps
We stumbled across the Household Cavalry Museum, which is the Queen’s official horse guard.  In addition to a museum with the history of the unit, you can also see a the stables with the horses and watch the crew taking care of them.

Then up to Covent Garden to the London Transport Museum.  A very fun museum that shows the various modes of public transport in the history of the city.  Lots of train cars and omnibuses you can get on and pretend to be traveling in the good old days.

We made another attempt at finding a neighborhood to just wander around (we were ultimately foiled) but we did find the theatre playing Mousetrap – the longest continually-running show in the world.

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The First Time I Saw London

We had about five days in London, knowing there were several things we wanted to do.  The first afternoon we arrived, we walked Regent’s Street, saw Trafalgar Square and enjoyed numerous artworks at the National Gallery, then traipsed down to Buckingham Palace.

The station nearest our hotel

The BBC world headquarters

Looking down Regent’s Street

Trafalgar from the window of the National Gallery

The lovely Trafalgar lions

The Queen is quite safe.

Weary from the travels, we called it an early night.

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REVIEW: The Art Detective by Philip Mould

Fakes, Frauds and Finds and the Search for Lost Treasures
I could not have enjoyed reading this book more.  It is fresh, fast, and furiously entertaining.  If you need a summer read with some substance, look no further. Part Indiana Jones, part London academia, Mould shares tales of his years in portrait dealing with elegant charm.
The Hampden Portrait of Elizabeth I, one of Mould’s finds.
He leads off with a tale of a packrat who had amassed as many pieces of junk as he had treasures.  There is an aching sadness as both the narrator and reader realize how the collector’s life was consumed.  Thankfully, the extensive collection was salvaged and donated to SCAD in Savannah.  
He also delves into the nail-biting world of research (yes, it is exciting), discovery and finally winning at auction.  Many hours are spent in dusty corners of libraries, scouring tidbits of information on the internet, and interogating other experts in the field — all to determine who put brush to canvas, who made that little smear of paint.  The answer can cost a collector millions of dollars, in either direction.  (It reminds an old soul like myself of the wonderful episode of the Dick Van Dyke Show when they go to auction to get ideas for an episode of the Alan Brady Show.)
Dick Van Dyke & Mary Tyler Moore
This book is great fun, and educational but refreshingly not didactic.  And Mould is quick to give credit to others in his gallery and in the field who are constant sources of assistance and perspective.  It’s rather like watching Antiques Roadshow UK (of which he is a appraisal member) — it’s more about the stories behind the art, and the people who love art, than the price tag associated with it.  
Thanks to Meghan at Viking/Penguin for the review copy!
Book: Hardcover | 5.51 x 8.26in | 272 pages | ISBN 9780670021857 | 10 Jun 2010 | Viking Adult | 18 – AND UP
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REVIEW: BRIGHT YOUNG PEOPLE

Considering my obsession with this period in history, and some of its tenants, I cannot believe it took me so long to find this book. I have heard, anecdotally, of the Bright Young People but I knew little about their specifics. Even with this marvelous history as a guide, they are still a fluid, amorphous bunch. Which I suppose was the point.
After WWI, the French turned to surrealism. America turned to jazz. The English, it seems, turned to their aristocracy-turned-high society. The inception of exorbitant inheritance taxes burdened the landed gentry — their parents. Older siblings returned from the war broken and confused. This lost generation needed an outlet, an escape, and above all to be heard. The result was stunning.
These fabulously wealthy twenty-somethings knew that time was fleeting, and made the most of it. Champagne flowed at parties that lasted until dawn. Scavenger hunts zigzagged the players all across London. And yet there was a deeper sadness that permeated their carousing. A sort of nostalgia in their own time.
Besides, it was not all frivolity. The great writer Evelyn Waugh was a bright young person. So too was the fantastic portrait photographer Cecil Beaton. This frenzied time produced self-assured artists.
This book chronicles the soirees and the stories of those who gave them in sparkling, sepia-toned perfection.
Bright Young People
The Lost Generation of London’s Jazz Age
D. J. Taylor
Farrar, Straus and Giroux Paperbacks, January 2010
ISBN: 978-0-374-53211-6, ISBN10: 0-374-53211-7, 5 1/2 x 8 1/4 inches, 384 pages, 16 Pages of Black-and-White Illustrations/10 Illustrations in Text/Appendix/Notes and References/Index
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REVIEW: SHERLOCK HOLMES (2009)

I grew up on Sherlock, quite literally.  I grabbed my dad’s heavy volumes and looked at the original Strand etchings even before I could read the complicated stories.  And Jeremy Brett IS Sherlock Holmes.  Doyle himself couldn’t have a qualm with that casting.  So I was initially thrilled when I heard of the pairing of Robert Downey, Jr and Jude Law as the storied sleuths.  Then I saw a trailer and felt betrayed.  Since when was Sherlock an action hero?  And Watson a slimy-looking ingrate?  I even get annoyed at the Basil Rathbone films when Watson is portrayed as a bumbling fool.  He is an doctor!  It was explained to me that this film was being based on graphic novel, not the stories, but I wasn’t satisfied.  Sherlock is great – why mess with it? 

Then post-Christmas ennui set in and as the family sat around eating leftovers for dinner we contemplated our entertainment options (As funny as the word “squeakquel” is, we weren’t going to sit through a story about hip-hop rodents).  We agreed (amazingly enough) on seeing Sherlock Holmes, all with the understanding that it not be compared to any other adaptations, or even the writings, really.  I chose to think of it as a guy in Victorian London who gets involved in sci-fi adventures.

I am not an easy convert, but Sherlock ended up being a fun film and much more literary than I anticipated.  The “case” was not taken from any story I am aware of, but had elements of Holmesian problems.  Indeed, the consequences for not solving it in time were much more monumental than anything that Sherlock faced, except maybe the Naval Treaty.

It employed an interesting device, that was thankfully not overused, of letting us in on Holmes’ thoughts and reasoning before seeing him carry it out.  It works, particularly by being introduced in a boxing match, that no Guy Ritchie movie can be without.

Downey, Jr. brings a nice levity to the character, and clearly was inspired by Brett’s facial tics and idiosyncrasies.  Jude Law does well as Watson, but the character itself doesn’t quite find its footing.  I don’t blame Law, but rather the storyline.  It uses him as a soundboard for Holmes, which he often is, but it falters when it tries to give him his own backbone.

The heroine, if she can be called that, is played by Rachel McAdams.  She too is passable, has a few scenes in which to shine, but her talent is underutilized.  Her character is also the only one that   drops the ball in terms of production design.  Her frocks are ridiculous and hot pink.  Not a good idea.  The rest of the set design was superb.  221b is a fabulous mess, one can almost smell the stench of the Thames, and the villain’s lairs reek of turn-of-the-century nostalgia  (I am fairly certain they used the same prison yard and warehouse in Nolan’s The Prestige.  And I think Watson wears the same jacket as Branagh’s Hamlet.  This jacket.

The face off with the bad guy got a bit long, and the “girl” isn’t all that, but overall, the movie was very enjoyable, even for a stalwart Holmes fan. There is plenty to make a fan smile, and enough to keep a general viewer engaged.  The clues were dropped is a smart way, something not often seen anymore.  They weren’t overt and obvious.  There is nothing more annoying than knowing the answer to the mystery but having to wait 2 hours for everyone around you to figure it out.  Not the case here.  Ideas were subtle enough to be mysterious yet visible enough to avoid the cliche it-was-the-guy-you-never-saw-who-did-it-the-whole-time (i.e. Bone Collector).

In short, go see Sherlock Holmes, even if you think you won’t like it.  It won’t be like any Sherlock you’ve seen before – but it won’t be unrecognizable.

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REVIEW: LURED (1947)

This fascinating, well-paced and superbly-acted film has somehow managed to slip away unnoticed in the annals of classic film. It stars a young and cheeky Lucille Ball as an American chorus girl/hoofer in 1940s London. Her best friend disappears after answering an ad in the personal section. While questioning the spunky Sandra, Scotland Yard enlists her help to find the poetic killer who lures young girls with his unusual writing. She answers the ads, under the watchful eye of the detectives, and tries to ferret out the murderer. Her adventures lead her to meetings both frightful and funny.

Along the way, she bumps into the ever-charming George Sanders, man-about-town. They find romance but as the net closes in around the culprit, she begins to suspect her fiance may be out to get her.

Ball is gorgeous, stunning and is wielding her own brand of sass in this film. It is a brilliant example of what she could do, without the pratfalls and slapstick of 1950s television. Sanders is as devastatingly suave as ever. He gleefully combines the sophistication of his role in Dorian Gray, the stoic mind of his doctor in Village of the Damned and his slightly sleazy charm from Rebecca to create his most well-rounded character to date. Charles Coburn is delightful as the reliable chief inspector at Scotland Yard. There is a lovely, funny and slightly off-balance small role for Boris Karloff, as a mad fashion designer. He seems to be thoroughly enjoying the chance to be completely off-the-wall. Also enjoyable is the slow character arc displayed by Cedric Hardwicke as Sander’s secretary. This cast is perhaps so vibrant due to the even-handed direction by Douglas Sirk.

Fans of Sirk may feel a bit uneasy about seeing a film of his in black and white, and a suspenseful noir to boot. But only his touch could have made this what it is.
It is beautifully shot, taking full advantage of light and shadow, black and white, and all the greys inbetween. The dark, sinister London nights are crooked and winding, to be sure, but we are led there by a shining, innocent (but hardly naive) red-head. There we meet interesting characters and almost forget we are on the trail of a killer.
Luckily, this film was recently released on DVD by Kino Video – no excuse in waiting until it comes on TCM again to check it out.

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