Showing posts with label England. Show all posts
Showing posts with label England. Show all posts

Friday, January 04, 2013

from time to time

We just caught another fun little movie on cable, from Downton Abbey mastermind Julian Fellowes, From Time to Time. Released in 2009, the year before Downton Abbey premiered, From Time to Time stars Downton alums Maggie Smith and Hugh Bonneville, as well as Timothy Spall, Carice van Houten, and Dominic West in a time-traveling family fantasy.

The story begins in England in 1945, as World War 2 is coming to an end. A 13-year-old boy named Tolly (Alex Etel) is sent by his mother to the country to stay with his great-grandmother (Smith), Mrs. Oldknow, as she assumes he will be safer there than their home in Manchester. Tolly's father is missing in action, and he and his great-grandmother are both worried about him. He is soon distracted from his own troubles when he discovers that they are not alone in the house — it is full of ghosts.

Tolly (center) and his ghostly friends Jacob and Susan
There are two ghosts that Tolly feels most drawn to — two children — a blind girl named Susan (Eliza Hope Bennett) and her best friend, a page boy named Jacob (Kwayedza Kureya), who was brought back to Green Knowe from the West Indies by Susan's father, Captain Oldknowe (Bonneville). His great-grandmother can not only see them too, but she can tell Tolly who they are, and help Tolly learn about his ancestor's past and maybe even solve a long-unsolved family mystery, which involves Susan's mother's (van Houten) jewels and a sinister butler named Caxton (West).

The film was adapted from Treasure of Green Knowe, from 1958, the second in a popular British children's book series the Green Knowe novels, by Lucy M. Boston. The film, like Downton Abbey, is good-looking, with locations, sets and Regency costumes perfectly expressing both period atmospheres. Fellowes is most interested in the human relationships that span the past and present, and how family never really die, but are always with us. My daughter found some of the implied deaths sad, but the fact that Tolly could see the ghosts was also fascinating and in its own way, reassuring.

Tolly helps adorn his wonderful great-grandmother with the family jewels
Maggie Smith is as always, delightful, and From Time To Time is a gentle fantasy with elements that will appeal to lovers of costume drama as well as Kid's adventure stories. It's made me curious about the source material, which include six books written by Boston from 1954-1976, and illustrated by her son, Peter Boston: The Children of Green Knowe (1954), The Chimneys of Green Knowe (1958), The River at Green Knowe (1959), A Stranger at Green Knowe (1961), An Enemy at Green Knowe (1964), and The Stones of Green Knowe (1976).

I liked how From Time To Time reminds us that sometimes the past and the present, the people who came before us and the lives they lived, are not so separate from one another as we might think.
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Tuesday, April 17, 2012

the door in the wall

My eight year-old loves libraries, which thrills me to no end. Not only are her reading choices getting more adventurous as she reads more and more, but while she is picking out books I also peruse titles and pick out something to read to her — or to myself, that I may have missed. As I was checking out the Newbery section a title caught my eye, a book that was set in the Middle Ages, during the bubonic plague. Sounds more like my kind of book than a kid's book, so I had to check it out. The Door in the Wall is a lovely little book by Marguerite de Angeli about a young boy named Robin set in England during the Middle Ages. The story takes place during the reign of Edward the III (1327-77), but that is as specific time-wise as de Angeli gets.

The protagonist, young Robin, is a bit of a brat at the beginning of the story, but if you consider his circumstances. At the age of ten he is deemed old enough to not be a child anymore. His parents arrange to ship him off to a friend's, Sir Peter de Lindsay's castle to begin his training as a knight. His father has been away for quite some time, fighting with the King against the Scots. His mother has gone to become a lady-in-waiting to the Queen, leaving Robin with their servants until someone comes to take him to his new home, while the plague is raging through London. But soon after his mother leaves, Robin contracts a serious illness that leaves him lame. Little by little he is left alone, as his servants either get the plague, or abandon him and London to escape it. His last remaining servant, Dame Ellen, is also struck down with the plague. Luckily for Robin, Brother Luke at the neighboring monastery, St. Mark's, finds out about Ellen and comes to check on the boy and take him in.

This is pretty heavy stuff for a book aimed at 3rd grade and up. It may move a little slowly at first for today's kids, who have been raised on sparkly vampires and Spongebob. It's a bit like the classic The Secret Garden in terms of pacing. The action takes place in the 1300s, an era that may seem too far away to be interesting, but The Door in the Wall struck a chord. As I was reading I couldn't help but think a bit of Bran from Game of Thrones, and some other current pop culture references, especially Artie and Quinn's current storyline on Glee. It was nice to read an older novel (the book was published in 1949 and won the 1950 Newbery medal) and see such a positive story centered around a disabled character.

How many 10 year olds would cope as well as Robin with suddenly not being able to walk, or run, or play— or being told by their parents that their childhood was essentially over and that they were being shipped off to live in a stranger's house? Robin may not immediately know what Brother Luke means when he tells him, "Thou hast only to follow the wall far enough and there will be a door in it," but he soon comes to understand.

The Door in the Wall's metaphor's may be a little predictable, but it is far from an easy or predictable read. Robin and his two closest friends, Brother Luke and the minstrel John-go-in-the-Wynd, are forced to deal with many difficult issues: the plague, illness, dangerous travel, a castle siege. De Angeli does a nice job of depicting the daily life of the 14th century, and of the part of England Robin travels through,
"'The weather was neither rainy nor fair, neither hot nor cold, but somewhere in between, as English weather is like to be,' said the friar." 

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The Door in the Wall may be a children's book, but she doesn't shy away from using some words that may require looking up: pease porridge, flambeaux, bannock. A glossary would have been useful. An added bonus are the beautiful illustrations by de Angeli, in color and black and white, that are found throughout the story.

It was interesting reading how Robin and everyone he encountered dealt with his illness/infirmity. The virus or illness that causes Robin to lose the use of his legs is never named, but it sounds a lot like polio. Robin, of course, hopes to recover use of his legs, and quickly. Brother Luke never shoots that idea down, but keeps introducing Robin to other goals he can achieve in the present. He helps him build his upper body strength by encouraging him to swim daily, as well as taking part in other activities that engage both his mind and body — woodcarving, archery, and learning to read and write.

Robin is never made to feel that his physical handicap is a burden or couldn't be dealt with. He was able to travel, swim, and eventually becomes strong enough to both carve and use his own crutches. By the time that he has to accept that he may probably not recover the use of his legs he has already found so many ways to be useful and independent that it no longer seems as great a concern for him — his major worry is how his parents might react to the change in him since they had last seen each other. But readers can be assured that Robin's story ends happily. The Door in the Wall is a nice trip into the past, as well as a look at how even the most daunting obstacles can be overcome if you are able to look at things from another angle, use a different approach.
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Friday, September 23, 2011

an english country garden — rose cottage

Article first published as Book Review: Rose Cottage by Mary Stewart on Blogcritics.

Rose Cottage, by Mary Stewart, is set in post- WW2 England, in 1947. Heroine Kate Herrick is a war widow. Her husband was a pilot who died in the last days of the war and left her a wealthy young widow. She has been living in London ever since, working at a friend's florist shop, but she is adrift, unsure of what her life will be like. She hears from her grandmother, who is recovering from a recent illness. Her grandmother would like to move from England back home to Scotland. She asks Kate to help pack up Rose Cottage, where Kate, one known as Kathy, grew up.




Kathy has a controversial back-story. She was born on the "wrong side of the blanket," to a a young mother who never told her anything about her father. When a sour spinster aunt joined their household tensions rose so much that Kate's mother eventually left, purportedly running off with a Gypsy. Kate was raised by her loving grandparents. As soon as Kate steps foot in the village where she grew up she is pulled back into memories of the past. She is also no longer "Kate," but becomes "Kathy" again, the name by which everyone in the village knew her.


Rose Cottage is a cozy old-fashioned romance, with a few mysteries for Kathy to unravel. Can she find out anything more about her mother, who ran off with a Gypsy when she was just a child? Who was her father? Who has been sneaking around the cottage, stealing family papers, digging holes in the garden, and visiting her Aunt's grave in the local cemetery? Are the local "witches" correct that ghosts from Kathy's family's past may somehow be involved?

"I am not myself afraid of the dark," said Miss Mildred, "but I don't like meeting strangers in it."

The characters are all very likable, and even if some of the answers to the questions are more obvious than others, Stewart writes so well that the reader is more than happy to pour a cup of tea and cozy up with Rose Cottage, in no rush to get to the finish to find out who done what.

Stewart also deftly sketches the upstairs/downstairs realities of Kathy's life pre- and post- war. She captures Kathy's nostalgia for her childhood home and life in a small village.

"Why is it that one always regretted change? Things were not made to stay fixed, preserved in amber. Perhaps the only acceptable amber was memory."

It is not just nostalgia that captures Kathy's imagination as she returns to Rose Cottage, but village life. A simpler life may present challenges — nosy neighbors and feelings of isolation — but it can also be very freeing, with a life based on the rhythms of the land versus London's workday bustle. But is Kathy just taking a temporary vacation into a past world or is Rose Cottage really changing her?

It's hard to believe that the book was written in in 1997. The post-war rationing and other day-to-day aspects of life in an English village are so well drawn that I felt sure while I was reading the story that it was was written in the late 1940s. I had the same feeling while I was reading Rose Cottage that I get when I read an Agatha Christie mystery — where she details the English gentry life of the time — just without all the bodies in the library.

Rose Cottage is a lovely little mystery with a dash of romance. Mostly it is a step back into time. Like Kathy, you won't be sure whether you ever want to leave Rose Cottage.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

the annotated sense and sensibility — even more to love

Article first published as Book Review: The Annotated Sense and Sensibility, by Jane Austen, Edited and Annotated by David M. Shapard on Blogcritics.

Pride and Prejudice may be Jane Austen's most well-known and popular novel, but Sense and Sensibility has always been my favorite. The Dashwood sisters, Elinor and Marianne, are two sides of the feminine personality coin — Elinor, so serious, who must think long and deeply about everything before she speaks or acts, and Marianne, the epitome of the Romantic ideal, lovely and emotional and impulsive — the perfect romantic heroine.

In The Annotated Sense and Sensibility, David M. Shapard has added annotations and images to augment Austen’s classic novel. It is a handsome paperback, but also a serious one to immerse oneself in — with over 700 pages of complete and unabridged text, all of Shapard's notes on the right-hand pages. Contributing to the book's heft, Shapard repeats definitions throughout the book, so the reader doesn't need to flip back and check an earlier definition.

Annotations include black and white period illustrations, maps of England where the characters travel, word definitions, backgrounds in history, a chronology of events in the novel, a bibliography, and Shapard's interpretations of Austen's novel and her characters.


Sense and Sensibility was the first novel that Austen published, in 1811. The book, written "by a lady," was even a financial success. The book is a romance — the two young Dashwood girls are having their first real adventures in love. Marianne is involved in a full-fledged romance with handsome neighbor Mr. Willoughby and can't understand what her sister sees in the shy Edward Ferrars. She even complains about his lack of verve to her mother:
"Oh! Mama, how spiritless, how tame was Edward's manner in reading to us last night! I felt for my sister most severely. Yet she bore it with so much composure, she seemed scarcely to notice it. I could hardly keep my seat. To hear those beautiful lines which have frequently almost driven me wild, pronounced with such impenetrable calmness, such dreadful indifference!"
Marianne is fond of exclamation marks. But Sense and Sensibility is also about putting forth Austen's philosophy of love — passion versus intellect. And Austen definitely weighs in favor of the latter.

Older sister Elinor is not quite as emotionless as her younger sister assumes. When pressed to speak about Edward and her feelings for him, she tells her sister,
"I have seen a great deal of him, have studied his sentiments, and heard his opinion on subjects of literature and taste; and, upon the whole, I venture to pronounce that his mind is well-informed, his enjoyment of books exceedingly great, his imagination lively, his observation just and correct, and his taste delicate and pure... I do not attempt to deny that I think very highly of him — that I greatly esteem, that I like him."
That is a great admission for Elinor. She is putting her feelings out in the world and her heart on the line as much as the more demonstrative Marianne has done, but just in her own way.

Marianne is so open about her feelings for Willoughby that her behavior borders on scandalous (for the time.) As her relationship to Willoughby falls apart (she was never a suitable bride for him, as the Dashwood's are not rich enough), Elinor also faces heartbreak, as Edward has long been betrothed to another. Sense and Sensibilty follows how both girls cope with their loves and their lives and is one of Austen's most satisfying stories. The Annotated Sense and Sensibiity is a lovely addition to any Austen-philes's collection, and a wonderful way for readers to immerse themselves not only in the timeless story, but in the customs of 19th century rural England.

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Friday, April 29, 2011

royal wedding

I'm getting married in the morning ...


These days, thanks to DVRs, it's not necessary to get up at the crack of dawn to watch the wedding of the century (plus, no commercials). I was able to get up at the regular time, do my usual morning routine, feed the cats and dog and child, walk the dog, walk with the kid to school, walk back home (in some seriously muggy weather for 8am), have a bowl of raisin bran and soy milk topped with a sprinkling of granola on top, check email, and then flip on the tube and start playing the recording. That's how I like to attend a royal wedding.

This is truly a major event, especially for England, and the general giddy air that I'm seeing on screen reminded me of when I attended President Obama's inauguration. It is socially important for people to have a part in such events, no mater how small a part, if only camped out on the living room sofa. I remember seeing some of the wedding of Princess Diana and Prince Charles on what now seems a very tiny television compared to today's big flat screens. It seemed very long and boring, sort of like the train on Diana's dress. Although a tad old-fashioned-looking (she had to have her shoulders covered), Kate's dress is much better. Diana's was such a long time ago ...


Watching the guests arrive, there are some out of this world wonderful hats, I assume most are by Philip Treacy. Most of them seem designed to fall off the side of the head, much like the one Kate is so famous for wearing. Posh's hat is quite subtle in comparison to most, but looks fantastic, as does she. And of course, so does her husband. It is truly a modern era if Becks can come stubbly to a royal wedding. Mr. Bean! (Rowan Atkinson) How cool is that? And he's stubble-free. Elton John looked nervous — clutching his program. Posh 'n' Becks were invited, but no Fergie. The Queen doesn't forgive.

I love the little crown mounted on top of William's chauffeured Bentley as he was driven to the Abbey with his brother Harry, both resplendent in their uniforms. Can't help but feel sad at their mother's absence. It's amazing how they can still manage to look diffident in these crcumstances. Ahhh Brits.

The ceremony was very CofE, reminiscent of Episcopal services I've attended. Westminster Abbey is truly a glorious space and the trees and greenery made it even more magical. Catherine looked beautiful. It's been a long road. At 29, she's the oldest woman to marry a royal, as well as the only to be college-educated. A far cry from pretty but naive 19-year old Diana. Best man Prince Harry seemed to whisper to his brother as she walked up the aisle, "Wait until you see her." William looked thrilled when she reached him.

Good luck, kids. All the best.

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Tuesday, February 01, 2011

white rabbits—superstitious beginnings

Article first published as White Rabbits—Superstitious Beginnings on Blogcritics.

Did you say "white rabbits, white rabbits, white rabbits" for luck first thing before you uttered anything else this morning? Maybe you said it after midnight last night to get an early start on this month's luck? Or even "Rabbit, rabbit" or any of the very many variations? I played it safe and said it last night.

Saying "white rabbits" at the beginning of each month is a superstition that is believed to have originated in England, although how far back it goes is anyone's guess.





My mom is British, but she doesn't remember the superstition, maybe because she left England at a young age, before she could learn any traditions or local lore. Saying "white rabbits" for luck may be British in origin, but I think my desire to incorporate it into my personal collection of superstitions probably comes from my Sicilian/Italian side, where old wives' tales, folklore, and superstitions were part of the daily vocabulary. Besides invoking white rabbits we had some other favorites:
  1. Throw salt over your shoulder if you spill it.
  2. Don't split a pole when walking with someone.
  3. No hats on the bed!
  4. Knock on wood if you speak of something that might bring bad luck.
  5. Finding a heads up penny brings good luck.
I also love Stevie Wonder's heavily researched take on the subject of superstition.

We are about to enter the Year of the Rabbit, which the Chinese regard as extremely lucky, so calling up some rabbits for luck seems extremely timely for February.
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Thursday, July 22, 2010

well-coiffed

As I continue to unpack and put away our things I am unearthing (new to me ) old things. Some really fantastic family photos, for instance.


My grandmother always looked elegant and sophisticated. Whether at the beach or posing for a formal portrait or holding a crying baby. Does anyone look this well put-together anymore? Considering that it was the early thirties and she and my grandfather and my mother, their young baby, lived in France and England at the beginnings of the Second World War, it seems doubly amazing to me how fantastic she looks.


Did people just take more time to get themselves together? Of course the woman didn't have to rush out to a nine-to-five job alongside her husband in those days, but she wasn't exactly sitting home eating bon-bons, either.


There is something different about how we all decide to present ourselves to the world these days. It's beyond the fact that we live more casual lives. We don't think we need to present a good appearance, barring job interviews. And some of the get-ups I've seen job seekers wear, that last outpost of coiffed, is also fading away.


Here's to Grand-mère. I don't think I've ever looked that well put together. I may never. But I enjoy the fact that I'm related to someone who sure knew how to dress.
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Sunday, February 01, 2009

white rabbits x3

Did you say "white rabbits, whites rabbits, white rabbits" first thing today for luck? Or "rabbit rabbit" or any of the very many variations? I remembered to. It's a superstition that is believed to have originated in England, although no one agrees to how far back it goes.

My mom is British - she was born in Folkestone - but she doesn't remember the superstition. Her British father and her American mother lived most of their married life in Paris until my grandmother and my mother left Europe when my mother was the age of five. My grandmother was able to use the War as an excuse for them to move in with her family, although the real reason was that my grandmother was divorcing my grandfather. A big deal and quite difficult to be a single mom in the 1930s (not that it's a walk in the park, today, either). I have to hand it to my grandmother, who managed to raise my mom, work, and still maintain a positive outlook on life. She was never one to reveal her emotions in a big way, unlike the other, Italian/Sicilian members of my family, but she is definitely responsible for my work ethic and my iron-willed determination (that can sometimes be a little heavy on the iron, but, that's how it goes.)

White rabbits x3 may be British in origin, but I think my desire to incorporate it into my personal collection of superstitions probably does come from the Sicilian/Italian in me. Wives tales, folklore and superstitions seemed to part of the daily vocabulary of my father's family. Here are some of my favorites:
  • Throw salt over your shoulder if you spill it
  • Don't split a pole when walking with someone
  • No hats on the bed!
  • Knock on wood if you speak of something that might bring bad luck
  • Finding a heads up penny bring good luck
  • And of course...