Callistemon21
M0nica
Ailidh I am with you. Most of these books I have never even heard off, let alone read. To be honest I read very few novels, preferring a good factual book to a novel any day. When I do read a novel, it tends to be, 19th century, Anthony Trollope, Mrs Oliphant, George Elliot, rather than anything more recent.
Reading Trollope for 'O' level put me off for good.
I think there could be an age where some literature could be introduced and 15 is perhaps not the best time.
think there could be an age where some literature could be introduced and 15 is perhaps not the best time.
Totally agree.
As a teen, I loathed Dickens - then, in my early 30s, couldn't get enough of him. After I'd lived a little bit of life, traversed some of the older parts of London; spent a considerable amount of time in the East End (my late ex was a Waterman & Lighterman and I used to meet him from work and frequent the docks and pubs around that now vanished area).
Again and again I read "In Chancery" from Bleak House...
London. Michaelmas term lately over, and the Lord Chancellor sitting in Lincoln's Inn Hall. Implacable November weather. As much mud in the streets as if the waters had but newly retired from the face of the earth, and it would not be wonderful to meet a Megalosaurus, forty feet long or so, waddling like an elephantine lizard up Holborn Hill. Smoke lowering down from chimney-pots, making a soft black drizzle, with flakes of soot in it as big as full-grown snowflakes—gone into mourning, one might imagine, for the death of the sun. Dogs, undistinguishable in mire. Horses, scarcely better; splashed to their very blinkers. Foot passengers, jostling one another's umbrellas in a general infection of ill temper, and losing their foot-hold at street-corners, where tens of thousands of other foot passengers have been slipping and sliding since the day broke (if this day ever broke)...
... and so on. Wordy, but sooo descriptive of a dismal November day in London... apart from the mud, it's a London I remember from the 50s.


