Just finished reading Julie Powell’s ‘Julie and Julia’ – the true story of a thirty year-old New Yorker who devotes a year of her life to cooking every recipe in Julia Childs’ ‘Mastering the Art of French Cooking.’ A bored secretary working in a New York Government office. Julie Powell took the decision to do something completely different – cook her way through the entire Julia Childs tome in 365 days. Living in a small apartment with her husband, Powell tells the story of her amazing year: what she learnt about herself, what she wanted from life and of course, how to cook. Most interestingly to a fellow blogger, Julie set up a blog and wrote daily about her life and her experiences of cooking each individual recipe. I first learnt of this project through the film starring Meryl Streep and loved the concept – doing something just because you can – and as Julie asks on her blog : ‘ What could happen?’ Well for a start you publish a book, sell the rights to enable the production of a film and set yourself up with a posh laptop as a writer. Clearly lots! This book is a sure sell win to both wanna be writers and cooks alike. And if you dont fancy pan frying offal, boning a duck or killing a lobster – just read about Julie doing it – SO much easier!
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Back blogging again!
Well, I cant believe it’s two months since I last blogged. I guess it’s a combination of being ultra busy at home and ditto at Company X. So, after such a long time away dear readers, I guess it’s time for a long catch-up post.
Life has been very kind to me the last couple of months. While the days have been long, I’ve been experiencing a new sense of contentment. Not that I was unhappy before – more that I’ve gained a better purchase on what is important in life. Now that all sounds rather spiritual and self-effacing I know but I’ve developed a new and intense curiosity in the world around me – almost like being a child again! The world, which before seemed like just some place where I lived and enjoyed life, now feels like something really special. By the way I’m excluding the chav who put a note on my car two weeks ago telling me to ‘ f**k off and park somewhere else’ likewise the woman in Sainsburys tonight who produced a sovereign-ringed paw full of 5p off vouchers and held up the queue for quarter of an hour – you two are excluded. No, the things I’m thinking of are the way the world is so ordered.
For example, at Company X to-day, I was lucky enough to be taken out at lunch by Mr.M to visit his apiary. Now that for you non-bee types is where a bee-type person keeps his bee hives. It was absolutely fascinating seeing the way in which these creatures order themselves and create a whole community with roles and responsibilities. Mr M showed me how you smoke ‘em out and get into the hive to look over the individual panels which sit in the house. The Queen bees are amazing – just one per hive and they seem to rule the roost. It was totally wierd standing in the bee keeper’s garb with little buzzers buzzing round your head and body. They are curious creatures and not as scary as I had at first thought. Thank you Mr M for a memorable lunch-time. In fact I am so interested I’m thinking of getting a hive in the garden prior to Mr.P’s arrival back home at the week end. He would be thrilled. He loves winged beasts.
So what else has been occurring? Well we’ve had some great times with the lovely Junior. He has brought so much love and happiness into our lives and continues to thrill with his wonderful smiles and chubbly legs. It’s clear he doesn’t suffer fools and knows his rights – I’ve never seen a babe so determined and happy to dish out dirty looks when you cough or sneeze. Well Junior – you are a tribute to your own Auntie’s intolerances!
In terms of reading, I’ve had my nose in books for most of the past two months. The most recent read was Hilary Mantel’s ‘Beyond Black’. A satirical look at the world of mediumship, this book could have been so good but after the first 100 pages I lost the will and continued to the end only because I have a policy in life never to give up on a book. I found it over-written, over-long and lacking a real plot I could get a handle on. By the time I got to the last fifty pages I was counting down the paragraphs to the end. Not a patch on Wolf Hall, one of the most amazing books I’ve ever read.
One of the real triumphs of the last few weeks has been getting out and doing some walking along the South Coast path. The weather has been perfect for hiking and the sea and cliffs looks wonderful in the sun. Sitting over-looking Lulworth Cove, eating a crab sandwich and listening to the gulls whooping and screaming, I felt totally peaceful. Except ten minutes later I found there was no bus service on Sundays back to Wool station and had to get ‘Jean’ in the gift shop to call me a cab.
So, dear readers, I apologise for my blogging absence and promise to do better in the future! It’s time now to check my e-bay bids, get grouted up and go out. So long for now – and will be back blogging later. Promise.
The Box Of Delights
Just finished reading a lovely copy of John Masefield’s The Box of Delights. My in-laws bought me a beautiful retro copy of this ‘delight’ for Christmas. I’d wanted to read it for ages as it is a 1930s timeless British childrens’ classic. At first I struggled with the paralell universe inhabited by Kay and his young friends but after the first three chapters I adapted quickly to his world where magic, medieval lanes and mystery are commonplace. I have to say I would challenge Philip Pullman, of His Dark Materials trilogy, to deny having been just a little bit inspired by Masefield’s curious world.
The story starts with Kay arriving home for Christmas by train. On a late December afternoon, with snow starting to fall, Kay encounters a strange Punch and Judy man who grants him custody of his ‘box of delights.’ The box enables Kay to ‘go swiftly’, ‘go small’ and to peer into strange worlds which he is able to enter by just looking into the old box. Kay quickly falls into trouble as a criminal group come after him, keen to gain the box which Kay seeks to protect.
While the dialogue is dated and the narrative at times laborious and overly explanatory, the descriptions are vivid and colourful as Masefield portrays a parallel world where as much is unfamiliar as familiar. A lovely nostalgic read which transports the reader back to a wonderful wintry world seen through the eyes of an eleven year old boy. And especially for Dad, I’ve attached a YouTube link where the original music can be listed to.
A crackin’ read!
Just finished reading Linwood Barclay’s ‘Fear the Worst’ and as usual Barclay lives up to his reputation as a pacey thriller writer of the Dan Brown genre. His books are typicaly set in suburban America and are packed with details which bring small-town America to life. His latest creation follows a single parent whose daughter secures a summer job at the Just Inn Time motel. One day she fails to return home from work and when contacting staff at the Just Inn Time, her father is told that she has never worked there. Therein begins a race against time to find Sydney, his daughter, and bring her home safely. As the mystery unravels, he discovers that there is more to Sydney’s life than he could ever have imagined. Twist upon twist leaves the reader reeling from sub plot to sub plot as Sydney eludes both the police and her frantic father desperate for news of his daughter. Get reading people – this one really is a winner!!!
New Year – new start
Well, I have been back at work at Company X for three weeks now and I have to say it’s amazing how quickly you settle back into the work routine. Sometimes it feels like I have never been away and others it feels like an entirely new experience. Either way I feel energised and excited at the year that lies ahead.
As for most of the UK, the snow came to Shirley but Southampton seemed to have missed the brunt of it which caused me much disappointment. I know that is a childish approach to the ‘evil white stuff’ but I have to say I love it. Everywhere looks so different – even downtown Shirley took on an alpine feel with snow gently coating the roof of Pound Land, ice crystals shimmering on the shattered glass of the bus stop and the fag smoke from the chavs hanging around outside the One Stop floating up through the chill late afternoon air. It could almost have been Aspen.
So what has the new year brought?
I have to confess that Iv’e not done any writing – in fact I’m enjoying a month off. Editing on the first draft of the book will probably start in February as I’m keen to be able to present my first three finished chapters to agents at this year’s Winchester Writers’ Conference. That way I can always answer the question ‘ Have you finished the book yet? with a confident ‘yes.’
Baby Hughes continues to progress nicely. I’ve just seen the latest pictures and he is certainly a beaut! Mrs Q is hosting a family soiree on Sunday so we look forward to seeing said babe then. He is certainly a healthy baby and is putting on weight continuously.
Ian has also taken up a new hobby which I shan’t reveal here apart from saying that he keeps pricking his finger on that embroidery needle.
Ive not embarked on any new interests but as always continue to be gripped by my dear friends, My Books. In fact I have just finished Sarah Waters’ ‘The Little Stranger.’ This was one of the short-listed Booker Prize entries from 2009 and tells the tale of a Doctor called out to an old, rather decrepid Georgian mansion to examine one of the servant girls who is sick. The story proceeds to open the house up to the reader as we learn of spooky goings on, a touch of romance and an interesting comment on life just after the War when rationing reigned and the country was gripped by austerity. Personally I needed more spookiness asnd less description as the book slowed in the middle to a rather pedestrian pace. However, I couldn’t fault the writing which was a joy to read: evocative, atmospheric and at times melancholic without being gloomy. Overall a pleasure to read if suffering from a rather inconclusive ending.
So what does the week end bring? Hopefully a log fire, packet of choclate hobnobs and the start of my new book: A S Byatt’s ‘The Children’s Story.’ Can’t wait!
Matt Beaumont’s ‘E’
I loved, loved, loved this book! Absolutely hilarious and so true to the mark if a little far-fetched at times. This little gem provides an insight into corporate office life through e-mails. In fact the entire book contains only e-mails and no narrative as the staff at Miller Shanks advertising agency seek to win a prestigious contract with Coke. If you are familiar with office life you’ll love this. Back stabbing, back covering, gossip, non-PC comms and the usual tittle tattle of 9 – 5 life – this book had me laughing out loud. I have Fergus to thank for recommending it on his blog – read his review and I just had to get it!
Hilary Mantel’s ‘Wolf Hall’
It’s not often I rush to read the Booker prize winning entry but I was immediatley attracted to this particular tome – 650 pages of sheer Tudor delight! Most impressively Mantel has written in the present tense, bringing Tudor London to life and creating an immediacy around the events that unfurl as Henry VIII seeks to rid himself of Queen Katherine and wed Anne Boleyn. The book is told from the perspective of Thomas Cromwell, in Henry’s words ‘a sack of serpents’, who works to manipulate the Court and negotiate an annulment for Henry and subsequent marriage to Anne. It’s a difficult read, full of political intrigue and some wonderful historical detail, but – well worth the effort. My only issue was ‘keeping up with the Thomases’: Thomas Cromwell, Thomas Wolsey, Thomas More and Thomas Boleyn. In summary this is an outstanding read and one of the rare books I could happily pick up again and re-read, just to ensure I have a full understanding of the political intricacies and sensitivities of Tudor secular, political, social and religious life. The machinations of Cromwell and his entourage however are probably no different to to-day’s inner governmental circle and I couldn’t help seeing Malcolm Tucker in Master Thomas Cromwell!
The last couple of weeks…
I realised this morning that I hadn’t blogged for nearly two weeks which is quite unheard of in Blog Land so now feel the need to get writing to my cyber readers. Please therefore forgive this rather long and random post!
Well I see that my last post concerned reading so I shall continue in the same vein having just finished Dan Brown’s latest epic ‘The Lost Symbol.’ As ever, this was a heady mix of short, tightly written chapters packed with cliff hangers, unanswered questions and his trademark twists and turns. I thoroughly enjoyed it despite the bad grammar, spelling mistakes and obviously rushed proof reading. However, without giving too much away, I felt he could have ended the book sooner, ditching the last fifty pages which became far-fetched and pedestrian. Having said that – well worth the read and no doubt we will be seeing another appalling adaptation at the cinema in the near future.
Last week end saw us visiting Laura and her family in Twickenham and in the words of Mr P – ‘ that was one of the best week-ends I’ve had this year!’ On the Saturday Laura, Julia and I drove into Kensington to have coffee and cake and visit Linley Sanbourne House which was wonderful. A beautifully preserved late-Victorian town house which reminded me of an old fashioned doll’s house in life size scale. While we walked around this intriguing time capsule, the boys played golf re-joining us for Laura’s roast pork! On the Sunday I watched Julia having a horse riding lesson in Richmond Park with the afternoon set aside for a walk along the river and a trip to York House in Richmond which had been opened to the public as part of the annual London ‘Open House Week-End.’ This week-end in September allows the public to access buildings in London which are usually closed to the public. A couple of years ago I dragged Ian up to Woolwich to visit Crossness Pumping Station which had been opened as part of said event. Absolutely amazing. I still long to visit one of the disused Tube Stations for which there is an inordinate waiting list!
Wednesday saw me joining a Company Y team event which I won’t write about as my policy is never to write about work on this blog. However I will say it was a good day and I was able to catch up with all the news in readiness for my return in the New Year.
And what of Baby Hughes you ask ? Well, had a good day with Mrs Q and Baby Hughes on Hayling Island. Both are doing well and it was nice to see that Mrs Q had shed some baby pounds and also some of those elasticated waist monstrosities. A lovely lunch – her speciality – two slices of dry bread with some ham and cheese slapped in the middle. No relish. No chutney. No taste. But let’s get real – Mrs Q’s priorities are understandably in a much more important place these days. Like texting me pictures of c-list celebs on reality shows with the caption ‘ Fat Slag.’ Well done Mrs Q – you are a credit to yourself as always.
The voluntary work continues and I still get a great deal of satisfaction out of this – I’m really hoping I can continue in some form after I return to work.
So what of the week end? Well, Mr P left this morning for a long week end in Leeds with his friends. And what a wife I was. Brought him breakfast in bed – ironed him a number of outfits to take with him – helped him pack – and then drove him and his friend to the station with a promise to pick them up on Sunday evening. Why was this you ask? Am I just a model wife ? Why no ! I intend to use this as ammunition in a future argument to demonstrate just how wonderful I am and how terrible Mr P is. Why else would I go to such lengths ? We women plan ahead…
Addiction
My name is Julia Painter and I am a Bookaholic. There – I’ve said it. It’s out in the open; I’ve confessed all. But am I ashamed ? No way! The last week has seen me devour three books, all of which have kept me on the edge of my seat to the point of waking at 4am in the morning and picking up one of them to continue reading. So what has kept me so engrossed and quiet? Well – they are: ‘Too Close To Home’ by Linwood Barclay, ‘Just One Look’ by Harlan Coben and my absolute favourite ‘An Empty Death’ by the wonderful Laura Wilson. Now these have been a departure from the books I have been reading over the summer, most recently ‘Prozac Nation’ by Elizabeth Wurtzel. I’d got to page 32 and decided that excellent though the book was, I could no longer read about the young and depressed in America and took a decision to continue the book at a later date. Instead I decided to focus on some pacey thrillers and took up with The Big Three. Now if I had one criticism it would be that all three have a spellbinding journey but lack a really punchy ending. The exception here would be Laura Wilson’s amazing new book which prepares the way for a third novel.
So, a quick summary of what has kept me so busy:
‘Too Close To Home’ tells of a family shot in their own house and the removal of an old computer. What secrets were on the computer and did the murderer go to the wrong house? Written from the perspective of the father living in the neighbouring house you can guess what comes next.
‘Just One Look’ tells of the rollercoaster ride awaiting the suburban housewife who collects her holiday photographs and finds in the middle of the pack a strange, old photo which doesn’t belong to her. Closer inspection reveals that it is an ancient picture containing her husband in his younger days. Why is it there and what does it mean? That night her husband goes missing…
‘An Empty Death’ is written very much in the style of ‘Green For Danger’ by Christianna Brand. Based in a war-time hospital in London, a series of seemingly unrelated murders set against a backdrop of old green tiled corridors, light bulbs hung inside wire casings and gloomy wards sends a shiver down the spine. This is the culprit which kept me up at 4am and must be my favourite of the three books.
So what next? Well – huge excitement as three of the shortlisted Booker prize books arrived this morning! Hilary Mantel’s ‘Wolf Hall’ ( a tale of Tudor England ), Sarah Walters’ ‘The Little Stranger’ ( a post-war ghost story ) and A S Byatt’s ‘The Children’s Book’ ( story of three families and their lives from 1900 to 1918 ). I have openned all and sniffed their pages in the customary manner and now can’t wait to get stuck in!
Back to the eighties
My name is Julia Painter. I’ve just been out and that trip has taken me back to 1985. Yes – tonight we dined at La Pergola the Italian restuarant just outside of Lyndhurst in the New Forest. For years now I’ve wanted to eat at this establishment and tonight, on a balmy summer’s evening, my wish was granted. Now, I had a gut feel that La Pergola was very eighties in its cuisine and a quick glance at the menu confirmed this. That is not to knock what was a very pleasant evening however but by way of an experiment I ordered three courses which I would have ordered as an undergraduate at Huddersfield Poly circa 1985 at our ‘regular’ Italian: Sole Mio. Caught in my eighties time warp I selected bread and Italian Meats, Tortollini Alla Panna and Chocolate Mousse. This brought back fond memories of blasting grant money on pasta and wine – lots of. The only difference this time round was that I am now mature enough to drink just one glass of wine with my meal rather than downing an entire bottle and getting completely hammered ( sorry Mum ). To add to the pictures from the evening I have located a photo of Solo Mio in Huddersfield ( far right ) taken before the baillifs moved in last month as reported in the Huddersfield Examiner.


























