Archive | November, 2008

a laundress and an heiress

29 Nov

Netflix is usually pretty good about recommending period films for me to watch, more often than not based on books… so I can thank it for a few recent discoveries, including Sarah Waters’s Fingersmith and now Catherine Cookson’s The Black Velvet Gown.

After watching the ITV adaptation of the novel, I felt that the film only touched the surface of the tale and left a lot to be desired. Therefore, in a very Hermione-esque fashion, I turned to the library. And there were dozens of Cookson novels, including The Black Velvet Gown.

As I thought, the film did not do justice to what is an engaging and captivating novel about class conflict, the power of education, and the position of women in Victorian England.

Cookson’s novel tells the tale of Riah Millican’s struggle to survive as a widowed mother of four in the Northern English countryside. Born in a seaport town, Riah married an outsider from the coal pits of the North, but wants more for her children than the sea or the pit. Taught to read and write by her husband, Riah and her children possess more education than most of the members of the lower class. Not only are they educated, her children have never been forced to work in the pits. Consequently, most of the other miners frown upon the Millican family, regarding them as snobs and social-climbers. Rejected by her neighbors when her husband dies, Riah is forced to return to the seaside port she so hated as a child, until an opportunity arises that changes her family forever.

Moving to the country, Riah finds employment as a housekeeper in the home of Percival Miller, gentleman and recluse. Initially refusing to suffer the presence of Riah’s children, the master soon becomes taken with Riah’s children, particularly her son Davey, and makes it his duty to further their education. However, it is Biddy, Riah’s eldest daughter, not Davey who takes to the plan, exhibiting an insatiable desire to learn that raises her far above her station, if only in education.

The master’s scheme irrevocably alters the Millican family and allows them to learn the meaning of knowledge and power as Biddy rises from her position as an abused laundress – the lowest member of the rigid hierarchy that exists among the servants at the local great house where she is sent into service – to establish herself as the intellectual equal (and often superior) of the members of the household that she serves.

It’s book fair time!

16 Nov

bf2The Miami International Book Fair is celebrating its 25th anniversary this year, and seems to have drawn quite a lot of book lovers if the “Sold Out” bookstalls that I saw yesterday are any indication.

I started going to the fair four years ago, so I knew that I had to set a budget for myself unless I wanted to end up overspending on books. I told myself I would only spend $25 – enough to pay my entrance, have something to eat, and buy one gotta-have-it book. Did I go over? Yes… but I couldn’t let the opportunity pass!

My trip downtown started with a train ride and one happy little green grasshopper.

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I got to the fair and nearly got in for free because the lady at the ticket booth thought I was underage :P , but I am an honest bibliophile and paid my way.

I did some browsing first, after all, I needed to be choosy if I was limiting myself to one book, then I took a stroll through the International Village, which was hosting Egypt, Argentina, Brazil, and Spain this year.

I spent some of my lunch money in Egypt, on a tiny glass perfume bottle and some baklava, and went in for a surprise impulse buy in Brazil – it was a surprise because I don’t understand a word of Portuguese, and the lady only knew how to say “Three dollars.”

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What was inside the mystery parcel? A cookie. I have to admit, I was totally suckered in by the wrapping.

Eventually, I found my one book at a used book stall, a collection of Colette’s Claudine novels that was in decent condition, though it obviously spent way too much time in someone’s car.

And then I found the book that undermined my tight budget… a 1936 copy of Gone with the Wind that I found for $35 in the Antiquarian section of the fair. Admittedly, it’s not a first printing, and it doesn’t have a dust-jacket, but it’s GwTW! And it’s in great condition for such an old text – no obvious signs of damage, the spin is intact, the pages are not loose, just the usual signs of age.

So here are my carefully selected buys…

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