Beautiful Book Prints

I’m a sucker for anything related to books, as previous blog posts (and anyone who knows me) will attest. So when I came across yet another Etsy seller who was just begging for my money, I had to write about it.

I have seen similar ideas before, many of which are far out of my price range, but are definitely affordable, along with being strikingly beautiful. Hurrah! A win-win.

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While I paced softly on, the last sound I expected to hear in so still a region, a laugh, struck my ears.”

Even looking at that pictures makes me want to read the book again… (This is the problem with literary-themed lovelies; they cause time-consuming divergences into big books!)

How about a Sherlock Holmes print to tide you over until the next series hits our TV screens…?

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Education never ends, Watson. It is a series of lessons, with the greatest for the last.

The seller also has some colour prints of different topics and styles, my personal favourite being:

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My copy of the image doesn’t let you zoom in that far, but the titles of the Penguin books are parodies of existing texts (a little cheeky touch I quite like).

Back in Bristol

For two weeks, anyway. Being the selfless friend that I am, I have agreed to look after a friend’s house and cat while she and her husband go tootling around in their car for a couple of weeks.

Due to not having bags of money to chuck around in an expensive city, I have to make the most of my time in slightly different ways to previous visits, but I am looking forward to it.

I will, of course, be visiting all my favourite literary places (largely bookshops). However, I will also be:

  • exploring the free places I have never been before,
  • attempting to find the perfect coffee,
  • reading for pleasure – always an exciting hobby for a teacher,
  • and (as this post attests) reigniting my love for blogging.

Three books have made the trip across England with me:

  1. The Road to Little Dribbling by Bill Bryson (already halfway through and thoroughly enjoying it).
  2. The Hollow by Agatha Christie (needs no explanation).
  3. Broken by Karin Slaughter (recently read Genesis by her and it reminded me of why I like her thrillers).

I am hoping to pick up some bargains in charity bookshops; rarely do they let me in this part of the country. In particular, I am hoping to add to my collection of To Kill A Mockingbird books. After recently reading a post on Bookriot about someone’s hoard of The Catcher in the Rye editions, I am on the lookout for interesting editions of my own all-time favourite.

For documenting my time and capturing those blindingly brilliant moments, I only have my trusty phone, but I don’t think the photo in this post is too bad – taken during a trip last August. I am not so delusional that I don’t think the weather will be somewhat of a barrier to my grand plans – this is England in the summertime, after all – therefore much of my reading will be done indoors, glumly staring out of rain-spattered windows.

Yet, when those windows are in Bristol, I don’t seem to mind…

All I want for Christmas (is a sack load of bookish booty)

The most wonderful time of the year is just around the corner and I am already feeling festive. One of my favourite pre-Christmas activities is searching the internet for the book-themed gifts I would love to find wrapped under the tree, addressed to me. Most of the time, I don’t even bother to tell friends or family about the delights I want; for me, looking is all part of the fun.

Below are some of the best gifts I have found so far, but as there are 38 days until Christmas, I’m sure I’ll stumble across more gems.

Who doesn’t enjoy a little whimsy with their books? This print is cute, whilst being a simple design. Look how smug that cat is… I have personally never built a book fort. A fort yes, but for some reason I have never stocked it with books. Shame on me.

Build Your Book Fort!

Out Of Print Clothing have already provided me with two of my most beloved T-shirts, but I already have my eye on several more, including this Frankenstein number:

Some people might take a peek at my jewellery stash and be so incredibly incorrect as to claim that I already have enough. Morons. With the popularity of the new adaptation of Sherlock still very high, 221B Baker Street swag is everywhere (quite a lot of it is terrible though, let’s be honest) but this necklace is a little different; it’s not often this quote is used:

Sherlock Necklace Sherlock Holmes Necklace Literary Quote Necklace Literary Jewellery Book Lover Gift for Bibliophile

Look. At. This. Ohh so pretty… *dribbling slightly* Honestly, I’d be happy to just own the book, but I also know that having it as a place in which I can store other books = win.

Taking another look at all of these has made me question my policy of secrecy. Maybe I should be sharing this link with my nearest and dearest…

Movies into books

Usually when the subject is books + films, it involves an argument of whether the cinematic adaptations did justice to the text or why a film hasn’t been made yet. I belong to ‘the book was better’ school of thought and there are very few examples which, for me, disprove that theory but I don’t want to discuss that today, instead I want to highlight the films I wish were books too.

Amélie

This is one of my favourite films of all time; it’s funny, clever, touching and charming. I even think if it had originally been an English language production, I wouldn’t love it as much as I do now.

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She enjoys all sorts of little pleasures… piercing the crust of a crème brûlée with the tip of a spoon

Who wouldn’t want to read about Amelie and her quest to enrich the lives of others? The small pleasures of each of the characters? The beautiful Parisian streets through which she and Nino chase each other? This story and the colourful characters in it would transfer so easily to text. (And am I the only one who wants her apartment?)

In Bruge

A shift in gear now, from the light-hearted French to the black comedic British. This film took me completely by surprise, with a beautiful Belgian setting and wonderfully sharp script. (And I know Callum particularly likes this one, as it stars the very attractive Clemence Poesy.)

It's a fairytale town, isn't it? How's a fairytale town not somebody's fucking thing?

It’s a fairytale town, isn’t it? How’s a fairytale town not somebody’s fucking thing?

Based around two hired guns, their boss and an assassination gone wrong, the trio of Colin Farrell, Brendan Gleeson and Ralph Fiennes give great performances and this film is endlessly quotable – perfect starter material for a novel, in my opinion.

The Royal Tenenbaums

A Wes Anderson film this time, which may seem an odd choice, as his works are always so exploitative of their visual medium, that maybe you think a transfer to the written page wouldn’t be wise. However, I think the collection of odd personalities which make up this fictional family are big enough to straddle such a gap.

You are invited to a remarkable family gathering

You are invited to a remarkable family gathering

This is one of the few Ben Stiller titles which I think is actually any good – and if you haven’t seen it, don’t let his presence on the cast list put you off. Gwyneth Paltrow is particularly effective as one of the three gifted siblings who excel in childhood and find disappointment in later life. Dealing with familial problems has always been prime focus for writers, so there’s definitely an audience for this book.

I’m sure there are others I’ve watched and wished I could read, but these are my top contenders. If anyone read this and is feeling very literary today, please feel free to get started knowing you already have at least one reader waiting for your books…

 

Madame Bovary

Without going back over my Goodreads ‘Read’ shelf, I feel quite certain in saying that I have never read any novel written by a French author before. If I have, I’ve clearly forgotten so it can’t have been that good. Before some of you shrink back in horror at this blatant sacrilege, it hasn’t been a conscious choice, as I know there are numerous authors out there who are considered some of the greatest and are French. Simone de Beauvoire is on my list of authors to get to, I promise.

So it was with almost zero expectation that I began reading Flaubert’s most notorious work and I’m very pleased to say that this expectation was easily surpassed. I loved this book. Loved it. My Kindle version had a very good introduction which I almost wish I had read after the novel as it gave away the ending (damn spoilers!), but it also provided good historical and societal context, which only added to my experience as a reader.

Here’s a plot summary: the wife of a provincial doctor, Emma Bovary embarks on a life of adulterous affairs and reckless spending to escape her narrow and dull country life.

For me, one of the most outstanding features of Flaubert’s novel was the narration. As mentioned in the novel’s introduction, Flaubert wanted to have a narrative style which would slip in and out of the character’s thoughts without disrupting the flow of the story and he achieved it beautifully in this book. Such a tactic circumvents all of the unlikely plot devices which other authors resort to in order to tell their story (Emily Bronte, I’m looking at you, lady).

He manages these seamless changes so well that at some points I wasn’t sure if it was Emma’s voice (Madame Bovary) or the narrator’s I was hearing, which may sound like a negative comment, but I think it opened up a whole other element of the book. As soon as the reader questions who is speaking, the issue of self-awareness on the part of the character (in this case Emma) is raised. Does she know someone is reading her story? For example:

She confided many a thing to her greyhound. She would have done so to the logs in the fireplace or to the pendulum of the clock.

Is this the narrator’s comment on Emma’s frame of mind? Or is this her own confession?

Flaubert famously stated “Madame Bovary, c’est moi” – something which he later went on to contradict by claiming “There’s nothing in Madame Bovary that’s drawn from life”.

Change ‘religion’ and ‘stories’ to ‘celebrity gossip blogs’ and ‘Facebook’ and you will have the situation many young women find themselves in today – dreaming of a richer, more exciting life, with fame and luxury adorning every day. Flaubert may not have intended to write such a timeless tale, but that’s just what he’s done.

Ultimately, she embodies the idea that when people are exposed to a higher life and greater privileges, we all want to be a permanent part of that life:

In its [her heart] friction against wealth something had come over it that could not be effaced

The ending (usually a nerve wrecking element of a book if I’m really enjoying it) was suitably tragic. I’ll try not to give too much away, just explain that I felt the last two chapters were more of an epilogue, rather than a seamless continuation of the action which came before it.

Thank goodness for the highlight function on Kindles; I have too many quotes to include in one post so here are a couple of my favourites…

  • Emma’s acknowledgement of the differences between her and her husband:

But as the intimacy of their life became deeper, the greater became the gulf that separated her from him

  • One example, which to me, demonstrates how Emma suffers from depression:

Everything seemed to her enveloped in a black atmosphere floating confusedly over the exterior of things, and sorrow was engulfed within her soul with soft shrieks such as the winter wind makes in ruined castles.

Best part: The narrative style

Worst part: Hard to say… I think I would’ve appreciated a little more of Charles point of view to have more sympathy for him and his position. But perhaps this was Flaubert’s intent. Additionally, the ending felt disjointed.

Avoid if: You’re a science fiction fan.

Read if: You like “real” fiction. Flaubert is considered by many to be the Father of Realism and this book exposes the flaws and failures of everyday relationships.

One word to sum up this book: Perceptive

Should it be on the list?: Yes. I am ashamed I had not read this book before now. There’s much more to Madame Bovary which I have not been able to cover in this review – the effectiveness of the plot, other interesting characters, such as Lheureux, the local loan-shark, or Monsieur Homais, the town pharmacist.

9/10

Blind Book Dating

I’ve recently realised that recommending books to your friends/family/work colleagues/anyone who will listen to your burbling about literature is rather like being a matchmaker. You are bringing together two sides which, in your opinion, would be great together and whose union would lead to an increase of happiness. After all, you wouldn’t recommend an awful book to someone, just like you wouldn’t purposely set them up with an anti-social alcoholic (unless you secretly hated them, of course).

Out of interest, I search the term ‘matchmaking’ on the internet to see what came up (beyond dating websites) and found this quote on the Wikipedia entry:

Matchmakers trade on the belief that romantic love is something akin to a human right, and the modern online dating service is just one of many examples of a dating system where technology is invoked almost as a magic charm with the capacity to bring happiness.

I have a feeling that the author of this post isn’t a great lover of such services, but I think they have a point. We now see a romantic relationship with another person as a mandatory component of everyone’s lives, regardless of whether they’d like one. In my opinion, this is utter drivel. Fantastic reading material on the other hand? Now, that is something each of us needs…

I am loving the rolling ladder. WANT. And the books, too. Or what use would the ladder be?

Why has this epiphany suddenly stuck me? A few weeks ago I was talking to one of my colleagues and the subject turned to books, as it has done on previous occasions and following her recommendation to me of Death and the Penguin I mentioned my favourite author, Margaret Atwood. (Regular readers of this blog will be sick to the back teeth of me mentioning her by now, but once more can’t hurt.) My friend had never read anything by Atwood so I quickly rattled off a few titles she should procure and then proceeded to enthuse about these books, trying to convey just how good I think they are. I received firm assurance that she would pick The Handmaid’s Tale as the premise was so intriguing.

I left the conversation feeling pleased; there was another potential Atwood fan in the making, woo-hoo. (Fairly certain I should be in line for a commission, with the amount of time I spend recommending her work.) Then I considered… What if she didn’t like the book? What if she couldn’t finish it? What if she thought it was… awful? Will this person ever be able to take my word again? Have I lost all literary credibility or can I redeem myself? Just as if you had set them up with someone who turned out to be so wrong for them, they are now questioning your tastes and exactly how you see them:

You thought this would end well? You think that’s my type? Did you really not conceive how awkward it would be? I mean, I made it to the end of the date (book) but that’s time I’ll never get back. I think you should make it up to me. I’d like cake, please.

As any self-respecting bibliophile will know, your favourites are labelled as such for damn good reasons. You are forsaking all others and binding yourself to these sacred texts*, how can you cope if someone tells you the words on those pages are the wrong ones?! What is left of your opinion of them? They can’t have read the right book, they took a wrong turn in the book shop and ended up in “Shiterary” section…

As it turns out, my recommendation has been spot on. Phew. Although not finished with Handmaid’s Tale, she’s really enjoying it and hopefully the rest of the novel can keep up the standard.

I like making suggestions to others, that’s partly what this blog is about. Not only are we critiquing the choices of others, but by expressing our love for a book, we’re telling anyone who’ll listen (read) that they need this story in their life.

I wonder if there are many people out there who like keeping favourites to themselves…??

*Until/If you read something else a-bloody-mazing that needs to fit on that mental/literal shelf

Love Your Local Bookshop

Last weekend validated one of my core beliefs about book buying: frequent your local independent bookshop, buy their books and keep going back. In other words, give less of your love to Amazon and more to those literary havens where you live.

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Not only are you helping someone stay in business (an occupation they DSCF0024presumably love, otherwise why would they have opened a bookshop?) but you’re also supporting a little literary hub, often where local writers have a location to place their offerings, book clubs are held and children can discover how much they love reading too. That sense of community is not something online book buying gives you.

And the smell. I LOVE the smell of a good bookshop, secondhand ones usually have it even more. All those words, possibilities, pages, places. Try sniffing the books on your computer screen…. not the same is it? (And you tend to look slightly odd.)

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In my search at The Book Exchange (see pictures on our favourites shops page) last weekend I found a signed copy of an Atwood text (the second I’ve found in this particular second-hand book shop), Orwell’s Down and Out in Paris and London (a near perfect copy) and short stories by Martin Amis for €1. And unlike an online order, I don’t have to wait to get stuck into my new literary lovelies.

I’ve been searching for the Orwell book for months and talking to the guy behind the counter revealed that it is a very popular title in the shop. Apparently it doesn’t sit on the shelves for longer than 2 days usually; my copy had been there for about a week. The sense of satisfaction I got from that? Also can’t be found online.

I know I’m not alone in my independent bookshop loving ways, so I did a quick online search and found this great article: Reasons to love your local independent bookshop and this ever-growing Bookstore Guide.