'Join'd by Friendship, Crown'd by Love'

When I lived (briefly) in Delaware, I drove down to Virginia to visit Mount Vernon.  I loved it, and hope I'll have another chance to send some time there. That was part of the reason that I was drawn to this joint biography of George and Martha Washington; the other was reading Antonia Fraser's memoir, loving that too, finding out that she was the daughter of one biographer and the mother of another, and going in search of their books.  (As for why I eagerly bought this book in 2015, and have only read it now... Sigh. there's no good reason for that.)

But I loved this, too.  Flora Fraser (the daughter) gives us a look at their early lives, and provides details on the Revolutionary War and Washington's work as president (it was a good reminder of history I'd learned but forgotten -- when and why did Washington cross the Delaware?) but focuses mostly on their marriage and family life.  They had a very loving and companionable marriage for almost 50 years. George was already a decorated soldier, living (but only as a tenant) at Mount Vernon, and Martha was a rich and pretty widow with two young children, when they married in 1757. Their personal lives revolved around improving and essentially making a living from Mount Vernon, and caring for the children  (and later, their grandchildren) and other relatives. I knew about this a little, from a visit to Valley Forge with my cousin, but during the war Martha would travel to military headquarters to be with George, spending time here in Cambridge, at Valley Forge, in Philadelphia, and in many other places; her presence helped him cope with the stress of command.

The book is filled with domestic details -- of the houses they lived in, and the work of running Mount Vernon {both George and Martha did a lot of shopping :) }.  All together, I think this book was the perfect way for me to learn more about them.

{I just noticed that the book cover shown above has a different subtitle than mine. The phrase on mine is on their tomb...so lovely.}

The Washingtons:  George and Martha, 'Join'd by Friendship, Crown'd by Love',
by Flora Fraser
Alfred A. Knopf, 2015
From my bookshelves

The light of Paris

'I dare say, moreover,' she pursued with an interested gravity, 'that I do, that we all so here, run too much to mere eye. But how can it be helped? We're all looking at each other — and in the light of Paris one sees what things resemble. That's what the light of Paris always seems to show. It's the fault of the light of Paris — dear old light!'
      'Dear Old Paris!' little Bilham echoed.
      'Everything, everyone shows,' Miss Barrace went on.
      'But for what they really are?' Strether asked.
      'Oh, I like your Boston 'reallys'!  But sometimes — yes.'

From The Ambassadors, by Henry James,

quoted in Paris to the Moon, by Adam Gopnik

{The painting is Boulevard Montmarte, by Camille Pissaro, found here}

'You enquire of me how I like Paris...'

Auteuil, 5 September, 1784

My Dear Lucy,

... You enquire of me how I like Paris.Why, they tell me I am no judge, for that I have not seen it yet. One thing, I know, that is that I have smelt it. If I was agreeably disappointed in London, I am so much disappointed in Paris. It is the very dirtiest place I ever saw. There are some buildings and some squares, which are tolerable, but in general the streets are narrow, the shops, the houses, inelegant and dirty, the streets full of lumber and stone, with which they build. Boston cannot boast so elegant public buildings, but, in every other respect, it is as much superior to my eyes to Paris, as London is to Boston. To have had Paris tolerable to me, I should not have gone to London. ...

To Mrs. Warren

Auteuil, near Paris, 5 September, 1784

... If you ask me what is the business of life here? I answer, pleasure. ... Ay, Madam, from the the throne to the footstool it is the science of every being in Paris and its environs. It is a matter of great speculation to me when these people labor. I am persuaded the greater part of those who crowd the streets the public walks, the theatres, the spectacles, as they term them, must subsist on bread and water. ...

      I believe this nation is the only one in the world which could make pleasure the business of life and yet retain such a relish for it... to be 'triste' is a complaint of a most serious nature. ...

...The cleanliness of Britain, joined to the civility and politeness of France, could make a most agreeable assemblage. You will smile at my choice, but as I am likely to reside some time in this country, why should I not wish them the article in which they are most deficient?

Abigail Adams, quoted in

Americans in Paris: a literary anthology, edited by Adam Gopnik

For Elizabeth Taylor, on her birthday

I 'discovered' Elizabeth Taylor in an odd way.  When I first moved to Boston, one of my first happy finds was an odd, wonderful, bookstore called The New England Mobile Book Fair {it wasn't one ... I think it was a book distribution business open to and made accessible for the public).  It had three things I loved:  all the new books were 20% off {in the days before Amazon}, new cookbooks were often 40% off {they had their own catalog}, and in addition to stocking just about any new book I might want {they were arranged by publisher, though, so it wasn't especially conducive to browsing...I had to do some homework first}, there was an equally large remainder section {this was arranged by subject, so it was easier to get carried away}.  Even so, in those early days, the remainder section had a whole section devoted to Viragos, and I bought a lot of them, without knowing much about the authors, an embarrassing number of which still sit unread on my shelves. 

Several of them were by Elizabeth Taylor, but this is only the second one that I've read.  It was nice  that when I was looking for ideas on what to read in honor of Jane's Birthday Book of Underappreciated Lady Authors, I found I already owned the ones that sounded most appealing (and even nicer that she and I read the same one).

The soul of kindness is Flora, a pretty, delightfully air-headed young thing whose good words and good deeds are often insensitive, even unwittingly harmful. After her wedding, she thanks her lonely, widowed mother in a way that hurts; she buys her father-in-law a cat which he does not want; she tries to foster her friend Meg's unrequited romance with a gay man {'Do use your intelligence,' her husband tells her.. 'Oh that,' Flora responds. 'I never believed it.,'}, and she encourages Meg's brother, an unsuccessful actor, to believe that he will have a brilliant career. She is loved, and tolerated, and dismissed, in turn, by her friends and family; there's only one character, Liz, an unpleasant, quirky painter, who instantly dislikes her, although they have never met. All of the characters are wonderfully drawn, and most of them {in contrast to Flora} are mildly dissatisfied, or struggling against the lives they have which are not the lives they want. And then there's Miss Folley, who deserves a book of her own.
 
I think we're meant to see devastating harm in Flora's lack of understanding of other people, especially in what happens at the end of the book. It was a little hard for me to see her as the villain of the piece {maybe times, and our sense of personal responsibility, have changed?}  But I could, and did, read and greatly enjoy it, in other ways, and I have a feeling that the other books of hers that I bought so long ago won't stay unread for long.


The Soul of Kindness, by Elizabeth Taylor 
First published in 1964
From my bookshelves

Miss Folley

      The next day, there was more church in the morning. Social church, with hats. Richard was left with Miss Folley, whom he watched with a wary eye, tried to avoid. She kept offering him things -- a mince pie, a glass of her sloe gin, a dish of marzipan strawberries.
      He did not quite like to get out his briefcase and set to work again on Christmas morning, so he looked about for a book to read. No newspapers:  no market prices. Mrs. Secretan was reading Elizabeth and her German Garden  -- 'for the umpteenth time,' she said. 'Such a beautiful book. How much one would have liked to have known her.'
      Richard thought that for his part we would have tried to run a mile in the other direction, if such a risk had risen. He had 'picked' at the book once, as he put it; and had been vaguely repelled, but because he could never justify his reactions to art and literature, he kept quiet. I'm a businessman, he  thought. This bolstering-up reflection he also kept to himself. ...
     Ageing ladies' books filled the shelves -- My Life as This or That -- he skipped the title  -- The English Rock Garden, Rosemary for Remembrance, Down the Garden Path, The Herbaceous Border Under Three Reigns.
       'If you're looking for a nice, pulling book,' Miss Folley began, coming in to bully him with Elvas plums.
       'No, no,'' he said, straightening quickly, backing away from the shelves. 'I never read.'
       He would have his little joke, she thought; and laughed accordingly.
       'I-literally-never-read,' he insisted.  She laughed so much at this that she stood there with the dish of plums in her hand, and held a handkerchief to her eyes with the other 'Oh dear! Oh, dear!' she laughingly gasped. 'I had a gentleman friend one, who had a sense of humour like yours. I was always in fits. Malcolm,' she added thoughtfully, her eyes suddenly clouded, as if with reminiscence or or invention. 'That was up in Warwickshire,' she went on, with an air of explaining everything. She looked down at the dish of plums, and advanced toward him. ...     

from The Soul of Kindess, by Elizabeth Taylor

I've fallen a little bit behind with reading this,in honor of the author's birthday on Wednesday, but right now I am so grateful that it is too hot out to do anything but read.  All of the characters are wonderfully drawn, but Miss Folley!  She is my absolute favorite.  She's Flora's mother's cook and housekeeper, and she's like someone out of Angela Thirkell, but insane.  There's a scene before this one where she's reading some old love letters to her employer {but -- gasp -- they're from Clive! not Malcolm!} which is absolutely priceless.  I'm only about halfway through the book, but I hope there's a lot more of her in it.

 I hope what you're reading today is giving you as much joy.

{illustration found here}

A little bit (not very) different ...

Some days, I'm aware that I don't travel all that far and wide in the books that I read; other days, I tell myself that I know what I like, and there are plenty of good books that fit into those probably-too-narrow confines.  Most days, I don't worry about it, and that's all for the best. :)  But it was fun today to realize that the two books I just finished were the kind I'm always drawn to, but weren't the usual thing.

As you may know, I love Angela Thirkell's Barsetshire novels.  I've collected them all, read most of them, am slowly re-reading them, and am so happy that she's had a resurgence.  Coronation Summer is one of her three(?) standalone novels, and until a little while ago I had assumed that it was about the coronation of the current queen. {The cover of my paperback has a more ambiguous illustration than at the vintage cover above. :)}  It's actually, though, about two friends, Emily and Fanny, who have a chance to visit London at the time of Queen Victoria's.  There are silly brothers, and handsome young rakes, and fathers who gamble, and romantic triangles, and some colorful descriptions of the procession to and from the ceremony.  It reminded me a little of Georgette Heyer, but isn't as witty as her novels (or Thirkell's others) are.  Coronation Summer was fun and forgettable, and a perfect book to listen to on my lazy warm-weather walks.

As you may also know, I read mysteries by the handful, so it was nice to find one with an interesting twist. The sleuth in The Word is Murder is Daniel Hawthorne, a disgraced Scotland Yard detective who's still brought in as a consultant on difficult cases, and as he starts investigating the murder of a middle-aged woman who is killed on the same day that she visits a funeral parlor to plan her own funeral, he decides to strong-arm a writer he knows into writing a book about him {Hawthorne Investigates}.The twist here is that his reluctant but fascinated sidekick is Anthony Horowitz himself.  It's a great idea, Hawthorne is a great character, and I think Horowitz pulls it off, though he lost me a little, right at the very end.

Neither of these books was outstanding, in my humble opinion, but I enjoyed reading them and if nothing else, they've just added to the ongoing pleasure that I get from liking what I like.  :)


Coronation Summer, by Angela Thirkell
Originally published in 1936
Audiobook, purchased from Audible

The Word is Murder, by Anthony Horowitz
Harper Collins, 2018
Borrowed from the library

Only connect: Anthony Trollope and Angela Thirkell

... 'Henry, what is the number of people out of work at Hogglestock? Mr. Winter is interested in unemployment.'
      'About three hundred, I'm afraid, since the boiler works closed down,' said Mr. Keith.
      'There!' said Mrs. Keith.
      'They are doing all they can for them in Barchester,' said Mr. Keith. 'The Dean's grandfather used to be a curate at Hogglestock when it was a very poor agricultural community, and Crawley has always felt a special interest in it. What touched him very much as that some of the Easter flowers in the cathedral were offered by the men there, who had grown them in their enforced leisure. The committee on which the Dean and I serve had provided garden tools and seeds.'
      'They asked for bread and you gave them stones,' said Philip sternly.
      'Not stones, seeds,' said Mrs. Keith. 'I wonder, Mr. Winter, if you are related to my Uncle Andrew. He was the youngest of my grandfather's second family. My father, who was the youngest of the third family, was very fond of him. ...' 

I've collected at least one (ahem) edition of all of Angela's Thirkell's Barsetshire novels, and a year or two ago, I decided that I wanted to finally finish reading the rest of them {in order, of course}. Soon after that, when I was trying to figure out where I had left off {about half way through, I think}, I decided it would be more fun to just start over. I haven't gotten very far (just High Rising and Wild Strawberries), but this was a good week to treat myself to Summer Half and hopefully keep going on from there.

And speaking of treats, now that we've read the #6barsets, I remember the Dean's grandfather, the Rev. Josiah Crawley, the miserable curate who was falsely accused of stealing a check. It will be fun to find more Trollopian allusions and place names and ancestors ...