GREAT READS FOR MARCH
Merivel, a man of his time, by Rose Tremain.
Here is the sequel to
‘Restoration’, Rose Tremain’s superb novel of 17th century England
in the reign of Charles II, and I am delighted to say that the story, once
again, loses nothing in the telling.
It is 1683 and Sir Robert
Merivel is 17 years older, back in favour with his godly hero the King, and
delighting in being a father to Margaret, his pretty and vivacious daughter. The King has restored Bidnold, Merivel’s
beloved Norfolk estate back to his ownership, and all should be perfect – yet
it isn’t.
Merivel is bored. But when he examines possible reasons for his
restlessness and lack of concentration, he is hard put to find a cause: he has a flourishing medical practice caring
for the sick in the area (not that they pay him, for hard times have visited
all); he is a generous host, socialising often with his neighbours, and he
takes a great and kindly interest in the smooth running of his estate by his
trusted, long-time servants. But - he is
lonely.
Merivel’s proudest
achievement has been the raising of his beloved daughter; now she will soon be an adult and he knows he
must prepare for her coming independence and eventual marriage, the thought of
which, whilst he hopes for the best possible match, fills him with the dread of
losing her, his only child. The solution
is clear: while Margaret is holidaying
with family friends, Merivel will launch himself on a new adventure, thus
proving to all that he can lead an independent and exciting life of his own –
he’s not ready to moulder away in dowdy seclusion at Bidnold just yet, thank you
very much!
To that end, Merivel obtains
a letter of introduction from the King to Charles’s cousin, Louis XIV of France
(given most reluctantly: Charles cannot
see the sense of going to France: Merivel
must face his fears, not flee from them!) applying for a post as physician at
the court of Versaille; he will enjoy
French cuisine, French women, and bask in the warmth and approval of the Sun
King and his ministers, freely bestowed because of his close friendship with
the King of England.
Needless to say, events do
not transpire as Merivel wishes. He has
adventures aplenty, but not the thrilling and delicious kind he imagined. As before, his life plays out in entirely
different and unhappy ways, and once again he must subject himself to uncomfortable
and humiliating self-examination. As
anyone knows, being honest with oneself is the hardest of truths to face, but
Merivel, that flawed, self-indulgent, kindly and loving man, does so with
bravery and grace.
Ms Tremain has created a
great and enduring character in Robert Merivel, and a wonderful evocation of an
age which bears much resemblance to our own.
It was a singular pleasure to make Merivel’s acquaintance, and proves yet again that Ms Tremain is an
unsurpassed writer of fine historical fiction.
Highly recommended.
GREAT TEEN FICTION IN YOUR LIBRARY.
Scarlet,
by Marissa Meyer.
It has been a while since
I reviewed any teen or children’s fiction available in our library, but the
librarians have recently given me some great titles that ably demonstrate the
wealth of writing talent catering to young readers, ensuring by their
excellent stories that the wonderful pastime of reading will continue into
adult life.
Such a story is ‘Scarlet’,
Ms Meyer’s sequel to ‘Cinder’, her fabulous futuristic version of ‘Cinderella’. (Reviewed May, 2012, see below). ‘Cinder’ was so good that this reader found
it a real chore to have to wait for Book two – and I’m grinding my teeth to
think that Book three won’t be released until next year: couldn’t Ms Meyer speed things up a bit?
Anyway:
Cinder is in prison,
having been captured at the the Prince’s ball – instead of leaving a slipper
behind, she leaves her Cyborg foot!
How’s that for a variation on the old tale? A? A? Sadly, the loss of her foot means that she
was an easy catch and is now disabled in her cell – until a secret visit from
professor Erland, a research scientist:
he provides her with a new state-of-the-art hand and a top-of-the-range
foot, enabling her to engineer (she’s a mechanic, remember) a daring escape
from jail. And guess who he is? Yep, Ms Meyer’s version of Cinderella’s fairy
Godmother.
She also takes with her
another prisoner, Thorne, because he has a stolen spaceship hidden in a
warehouse, and on their travels they link up with Scarlet Benoit, who has been
looking for her beloved grandmother, kidnapped by a gang of wolves. Scarlet wears a red hoody, has a nasty temper
and a reluctant attraction to a street fighter called – Wolf. Now.
Who do you think she could be?
And guess what happens to poor old Grandma imprisoned by the wolf gang
in the bowels of the Paris Opera House, derelict and in ruins since the Fourth
World War? (the Opera House, not Grandma!)
Nothing good, that’s for sure.
As before, Ms Meyer has
her readers in an iron grip and doesn’t relinquish them until the very last
page: once again, the reader is
screaming ‘but what happens NEXT! And
once again, we’ll just have to wait and see.
I’m sure all this suspense is hell on the digestion, but I’ll just have
to tough it out. This is a great series.
Cinder,
by Marissa Meyer (Young adult reading)
Our Children’s librarian recommended this book to me
and as she’s seldom wrong in her reading choices, I’m happy to give this the
ravingest (ravingest??) endorsement possible:
WHAT A STORY!
The tale of Cinderella –
yep, Cinderella, her nasty stepmum and the two stepsisters – is transferred
hundreds of years into the future.
Cinderella is now Cinder, living in New Beijing with a family who are,
to say the least, most reluctant guardians.
She is a mechanic (truly!) and a Cyborg, to her shame, having been
fitted out with a steel hand, leg and inbuilt computer screen after a terrible
childhood accident. Cyborgs are the
future’s Untouchables, considered fit only to perform the most menial and
degrading of tasks, but Cinder is such a good mechanic that a Royal prince
visits her to have his tutor android repaired, and after that visit she and the
reader are lost: she to alien romantic
impulses (she is not programmed for this!) and a reluctant involvement in a
life and death experiment - and the
reader to being nailed to one spot until they have reached the last page.
To add insult to injury,
the hapless reader finds that after a thrilling journey at a breakneck pace
through more clever plot twists than a pretzel, there are three more books to
come – and they haven’t been written yet!
To say I feel cheated is an understatement and the withdrawal symptoms
are dire, but I also say with complete confidence that ‘Cinder’ will be the
next big Blockbuster book/movie series:
you read it here first.
Waterfall,
by Lisa T. Bergren
Gabriella and her sister
Lia are the daughters of two archaeologists who travel from Colorado to Italy
each summer to excavate ancient Etruscan tomb sites. Sadly, the girls’ father died six months
previously but their mother is still committed to carrying on their work, pushing
into the background the terrible grief they all feel by relentlessly pursuing
the research that meant so much to she and her husband – neglecting her
daughters in the process: they’re bored
out of their minds! They want to hang
out, have fun, be the teenagers that they are, and not hang around archaeological
sites: they’re fed up with history,
ancient and otherwise; it’s time for a
little rebellion, and to that end they decide to do the unthinkable: sneak into a tomb and check it out a little,
even though they both know they are not to go within 100 metres of the latest
excavation. Do they care? Well, what do you think?
The inevitable
happens: fitting their hands into
mysterious prints on the wall of tomb #2 sends them on a terrifying journey
through time, and when it ends, Gabriella and Lia find themselves in the year
1431, in the middle of a pitched battle between the Forellis and the Paratores,
warlords fighting for dominance of the region of Toscana each family covets.
Oh, this is all great fun
– it doesn’t take Gabriella 5 seconds to realise that the ‘knightly dude’
striding towards her is, seriously, like a total hottie of the first order,
which makes her wonder over the coming weeks why she never met anyone like that
in the 21st century - and how she wishes that she had some product
(at the very least) to control and improve the huge mane of her hair which
refuses to lend itself to medieval hairstyles.
She’s hard put to convince her Forelli hosts that she is a visitor from
Normandy temporarily separated from her family;
her Italian is good, but her Norman French is practically
non-existent: it is better to say little
and look mysterious than chatter and reveal serious holes in her story,
especially to speakers of French.
Marcello the Hottie is
betrothed to another, an arranged alliance between his family and the most
powerful family in Siena but predictably, this does not stop him from being
smitten by his mysterious visitor.
Naturally, the course of true love does not run smooth and he and
Gabriella endure political powerplays, battles with their Paratore enemies and
eventually the dreaded separation as Gabriella is finally forced to return to
her own time. But for how long?
Miss Bergren has provided
all the necessaries here to keep everyone turning the pages: a novel, well-researched plot, action and
humour by the ton and a most satisfactory line-up of battles and villains. I’m
looking forward to reading Book Two, ‘Cascade’ for I’m not ready to leave these
characters yet: what a pleasure it will
be to read more of the same.
Little
Manfred, by Michael Morpurgo Children’s
fiction
To most children, Michael
Morpurgo needs no introduction; he has a
great body of quality work for young people which covers many different subjects, and
his book ‘Warhorse’ about a young man’s wonderful relationship with his horse
during the 1914-18 war was filmed to much acclaim by Steven Spielberg. Now, he visits another war, World War II, to
examine once again, through the eyes of the very young and the elderly, the
horrors and tragedies of a global conflict, searing and traumatic for all those
who fought and a source of unforgettable memories and regrets for those who survived.
It is 1966.
England has just won the World Soccer Cup, defeating Germany 4-2; the country is ecstatic! On their Suffolk farm, Charley and her mother
cannot understand what the fuss is about;
neither of them share Dad and Alex’s worshipful enthusiasm of the
Beautiful Game and really couldn’t care less WHO won. Needless to say little brother Alex thinks
his sister is just being a big GIRL. She
doesn’t know what’s good. Instead,
Charley and her mum would rather that Dad would do as he said he would, and fix
mum’s old childhood toy, a small wooden Dachsund called Little Manfred, which
he stood on and broke – and always said he’d repair but never did. For some reason that she never reveals, Little
Manfred is very important to mum, and she is very upset that her old toy is
missing a wheel.
It is not until the children visit the beach not far
from their farm that many little mysteries are solved: they meet two elderly men, an Englishman and
a German, sightseers who have returned so that one of them can see once more
where he was a prisoner of war, working on the very farm that Charley and
Alex’s mum lived with her parents twenty years before, and where she still
lives with her husband and family.
Walter, the German, was rescued by Marty, the
Englishman when his ship, the mighty battleship ‘Bismarck’ was sunk by the
British navy in a huge sea battle;
Marty’s ship, HMS ‘Dorsetshire’ picked up some of the survivors from the
water but nearly 2000 men drowned, abandoned to their fate because there were
rumours that U-Boats with torpedoes were in the area.
Walter’s best friend Manfred and he formed a bond
with Marty, who showed them kindness in many ways , but the steadfast
friendship of Manfred and Walter sustained them throughout their imprisonment,
and the kindness shown to them by the farming family they were sent to made
their lives more bearable; in fact
Manfred became so close to their little girl that he made her a wooden toy, a
Dachsund, so that she could remember them when they returned to Germany.
Twenty years later, the toy is still with her, broken
but not discarded, a symbol of love, friendship and understanding that
transcended fear and hatred in the midst of war.
What a lovely story this is, simply told but full of
wisdom and life lessons that we could all live by, young and old alike. Little Manfred was truly the gift that kept
on giving. Highly recommended for all
ages.
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