Mrs. Pontellier was beginning to realize her position in the universe as a human being, and to recognize her relations as an individual to the world within and about her. This classic of American Literature is the tragic story of Edna Pontellier as she awakens to the reality of her own desires and the limits her world places upon them. Like Edith Wharton’s House of Mirth, this novel shows the unfairness of restrictions that men and society at large placed on women, and women’s growing […]
“and a weak mailed fist / Clenched ignorant against the sky!”
Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit is harsh and beautiful and sad. It’s based on autobiography, and tells of a young Jeanette growing up in a tiny town in the North of England. The claustrophobia of the town is strongly evoked–it’s the sort of place where everyone knows everyone else, everyone has a place and is expected to stay in it, and any attempts to hide or move or change must be carried out under severe scrutiny by neighbours, friends and family and probably followed […]
Stephanie, it’s time to grow up. I can’t take it anymore.
I just looked through my old reviews, and this makes the fifth Stephanie Plum novel that I’ve reviewed since I became a Cannonballer. And I really don’t have anything new to add to anything that I wrote in those earlier reviews. Stephanie eats and Lula shoots her gun accidentally. Grandma goes to a viewing at the funeral home and does something inappropriate. Something bad goes down on Stark Street and someone tries to blow up Stephanie’s car. And yes, Stephanie is still trying to figure […]
I’m not convinced
I absolutely adore some of Austen’s books–one of my first reviews for Cannonball Read IV was of Northanger Abbey. I love the energy and passion of Pride and Prejudice (“What are men to rocks and mountains?” indeed), the mischief of Emma, and the creaky doors and thunderstorms and laundry lists of Northanger Abbey. I sympathise with Elinor Dashwood, and think she could have done much better in terms of sisters and eventual husbands–but I also sympathise with Marianne’s youthful desire for drama, and think she […]
A historical romance with Chinese martial artists and past betrayals
Both books: 4 stars In Beijing in 1873, young Ying Ying discovers that her father is one of the white foreign devils, and while her mother is the pampered courtesan of an important court official, she’ll be lucky to ever make a suitable match. Her Amah starts training her in secret martial arts, so she’ll have a way to defend and support herself once she grows older. Over in England, young Leighton Atwood discovers that his parents have secrets, that it wouldn’t do for his […]
It’s like Rear Window but with more butts of malmsey
The Daughter of Time (1951) is the first novel by Josephine Tey that I’ve read, and it’s a rather unconventional mystery, so I have no idea how the style relates to any of her other detective fiction. Based around the aphorism that “Truth is the daughter of time, not authority” (Sir Francis Bacon), the novel, via Scotland Yard Detective Alan Grant, investigates whether Richard the Third really murdered his nephews in the tower. Grant is laid up in hospital and bored; a friend brings him […]
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