Random Jottings

Revisiting my cooking blog

I had a cookery blog some years back which dwindled into obscurity as I did not have time to keep it going. I have now decided to have another go and I would love it if you lovely peeps who visit Random would give it a visit.

First post today is Christmas Cake - one of my all time favourites by the Blessed Delia Smith.

Do let me have comments on the blog - I do love to hear from you all

https://randomjottings.typepad.com/random_and_the_great_colc/2021/10/christmas-cake-my-favourite-delia-smith-recipe.html

Cooking blog - I write about soups

Do nip over and check. I love making soup and particularly at this time of year

https://randomjottings.typepad.com/random_and_the_great_colc/2021/10/soups-soups-soups.html

Random on BritTecs - Posh Tecs: Wimsey and Alleyn

Brit tecs could be a misnomer here as we all know that the creator of Roderick Alleyn came from New Zealand but as she spent most of her life in the UK and her detective could not be more British I have included her books.

It was not until 2006 that I discovered Doroty L Sayers. I picked up and read Gaudy Night and fell in love.  I don't regret the missed years, au contraire, I am now glad and happy that these were saved up for me when I have all the time in the world to read and can sit for hours and indulge myself.

I then went on to read all of the Wimsey books, some titles several times (Gaudy Night I seem to read every six months) and never tire of them.  And as I have always linked Lord Peter and Roderick Alleyn together I thought I would post about them.

After reading the entire oevre I was then struck with the similarity between Peter Wimsey and Roderick Alleyn, both of whom at times do strike me as being slightly fey and tend to overthink. I always feel that they both have a very think skin.

Both are 'gentlemen detectives' though Roderick Alleyn is a real policeman and a member of the CID, while Lord Peter regards it as a hobby.  They are both elegant, wear their clothes well, are interested in the theatre, music and books.   

They both marry strong women with their own careers:  Lord Peter marries Harriet Vane, who writes detective stories and Alleyn's wife, Agatha Troy, is a famous and distinguished artist.  Harriet and Troy also share a similar trait, both have a prickly personality in that they both fought their feelings and, initially, did not wish to marry.  Harriet because she disliked being beholden to Lord Peter who saved her from being convicted of murder, and also did not wish to lose her independence, and Agatha, a very private woman, who disliked her husband's profession very much.  As she was involved with a murder investigation (Artists in Crime) shortly after their initial meeting, this is hardly surprising.

As with all good detective stories, each has his 'side kick', usually of the plebeian order, Lord Peter has Bunter (who, in many ways is a more of a snob than his master) and Alleyn has Inspector Fox, who he calls rather whimsically (if you will forgive the use of the word) Brer Fox.  Both are essentially there to admire and appreciate their superior, usually uncritically.  Readers know that Bunter and Fox are devoted to their masters and would lay down their lives for them.

Both Alleyn and Wimsey moved in high society circles; both had aristocratic mothers, Alleyn had a brother George ( a 'silly ass') who was a diplomat and Wimsey had a brother Gerald (also a 'silly ass') who held the fictional title of the Duke of Denver.  One of my favourite Marsh novels is Death in a White Tie which is set in the Season and where a murder takes place at a grand social occasion.  Beautifully described and written this shows Ngaio Marsh had a very good working knowledge of the aristocracy and its comings and goings at this time.

The 'gentleman detective' has, of course, continued in the books of Elizabeth George and, to some extent, in PD James Inspector Dalgliesh stories (as well as being a policeman he is also a poet).  Elizabeth George is an American writer who has a huge admiration for the English detective novel and has striven to recreate this genre.  The current editions of the Sayers have a foreword written by her in which she makes no secret of her admiration for these books. 

Sadly, her detective, Inspector Lynley (who is a member of the aristocracy and is called 'Tommy' by his friends for heaven's sake) is a pastiche and not really believable.  He is self obsessed, angst ridden and continually doubting himself and his motives.  He also has a 'pleb' side kick, Barbara Havers, very much a member of the working class, no musical tastes, eats junk food, wears trainers and dreadful anoraks, and is a complete contrast to her boss.  Though she will not admit it, she is devoted to the Terrible Tommy and it is her detecting that solves the problem most of the time. Lynley marries an equally self obsessed, ghastly wife called Helen who is, without doubt, the most irritating female I have ever met in fiction (with perhaps the exception of Irene in the Forsyth Saga, who I wanted to shake most of the time.  My sympathies were always with Soames who I felt showed remarkable forbearance towards his wife but that is a blog for another day).   Elizabeth George had the sense to kill her off to my relief which vanished pretty quickly when I realised it merely gave Lynley the chance to wander off and treat us to hundreds of pages of more angst and introspection.    I have read all of the George books but finally called a halt as one of them used the horrific James Bulger case as a plot device which I found utterly despicable. 

(I essayed an attempt to read a recent one after ignoring them for several years and, yes, still as verbose and rambling so have finally put them to bed)

I do wonder who had influenced who in the Peter/Roderick output and if either of these authors had read the other and, on checking bibliographies, can see that the first D L Sayers novel was published in 1923 and Ngaio Marsh had her first, A Man Lay Dead, published in 1934 so she would have had ample time to read, and be influenced by, Lord Peter Wimsey. I have been hunting out some references on Ngaio's thoughts on DL Sayers and have found this:

"She had cordial relations with Christie and Allingham but loathed Sayers, and was one of the most vehement proponents of the cruel rumour that Sayers was a pathetic, dried-up old biddy who created Harriet Vane as an author avatar because she had fallen in love with Lord Peter Wimsey".  

This is rather horrid and I find it a bit upsetting that she had this view of DLS, a biography of whom I recently read which shows that this is rather wide of the mark.

and then this:

"Miss Idris Campanula and Miss Eleanor Prentice in Overture to Death are both vicious caricatures of Dorothy L. Sayers. Eleanor Prentice is a passive-aggressive, sex-hating, shrewish, bitter harpy who literally cannot control herself when she hears the ringing of church bells and is driven to madness by the possibility that she might miss Sunday service. Idris Campanula is a vicious, screeching tartar who tries to control people with money. Even their names are allusions: "Campanula" means "bell ringer" and is an allusion to Sayers The Nine Taylors, while Miss Prentice of the Hall is a reference to Prentice-Hall, Sayers's publisher"

NOT very nice and yet, despite this, her creation owes a lot to Wimsey.   Perhaps she was a tad miffed that she had not come up with a 'gentleman detective' first. And, quite frankly, the way she writes about Alleyn it was clear that she had also fallen into the tap of being in love with her creation.

I have discovered two marvellous illustrations by Robert Fawcett (1903-1967) who achieved fame as a book and magazine illustrator.  "As he was slightly colour blind, Fawcett did not excel as a painter, but he was an excellent draftsman and designer, with a strong eye for detail. He produced story illustrations and full-page ads that appeared in The Saturday Evening Post, Collier's Weekly, Holiday, Cosmopolitan and numerous other magazines".

They are both from Final Curtain in which Troy is persuaded by Thomas Ancred to paint his father, Sir Henry Ancred, a retired actor and Knight of the Realm.

"The man who stood before the unkindled hearth was tall and stooped a little. His hair, which had the appearance of floss, stood up thinly like a child’s. He wore glasses and blinked behind them at Troy.

“Good afternoon,” he said. “I’m Thomas Ancred."

  

The second shows Troy at work painting Sir Henry, who is in costume as Macbeth, one of his greatest parts.

I love both these illustrations and if you Google Robert Fawcett and check him out, his catalogue of work and illustrations is simply fascinating.

I adore the Golden Age of crime writing and part of its charm is the manners and speech of the time. Marsh is stuck in this time warp in all of her books, even the later ones written in the 60s and 70s, which makes them sound rather dated to say the least. She has a slightly mannered and camp style which appeals to me enormously and after an extended run of Marsh I find the words insufferable, impertinent and tedious start to litter my conversation....

Of course after reading D L Sayers I find myself saying 'Don't cha know' and pronouncing dropping as droppin' and getting a bit high and mighty.    I then remember Lord Peter saying to his faithful Bunter to whom he gives an enormous amount of leeway 'borderin' Bunter borderin' just to remind him not to overstep the mark.

After a tough crime novel set in the US or an enigmatic and dark one set in Scandinavia or a glut of serial killers, there is something soothing about returning to this era of 'teckery' (and that is a Marshism!)

Who do you prefer - Alleyn or Sir Peter? Or, like me, do you love them both...

Victoria and Albert - recent letters

A week or so ago some letters between Victoria and Albert were published and trumpeted as "new" and, as one tabloid put it, "showed Queen Victoria was a nag". Typical click bait heading and I found it very annoying.

I had already read these letters years ago so why the newness claim I do not know. I feel the letters put Albert in a bad light not Victoria.

A couple of years ago there was a two part programme on the BBC which made Victoria out to be a ghastly mother and I strongly disagreed with the stance it took. She was not a huggy feely touchy mother but she was, contrary to opinion, devoted to her children and took a huge interest in their upbringing and welfare.   Her diaries and letters show how she took pride in their achievements, how she detailed everything about the clothes they wore, the holidays they took with them and in many ways she sounds just like an ordinary mother.

But of course she wasn’t. If we want to label her we could say she was a Working Mother and therefore could not spend as much time with them as she wished.

Also I want to remind everyone that she had NINE children. Yes nine in seventeen years.  And please bear in mind that she was tiny just over 5 foot and yet time and time again she gave birth to strong healthy children (with the exception of one who was haemophiliac).

With each birth she suffered what we now realise was probably post natal depression.  She struggled through it because she received very little sympathy and Albert was particularly obtuse and unhelpful.

"I am trying to keep out of your way until your better feelings have returned and you have regained control of yourself. You on the other hand want to talk it all over with me again, you make a parade of your suffering before my eyes so as to make me feel your reproaches still more keenly,

I am ready to ignore all that has happened and take a new departure and try in future to avoid anything which might make you unhappy and your state of mind worse. Cure it I cannot. You alone can do that"

AND

"I can give you a good certificate this time and am pleased to witness your own improvement. My advice is to be less occupied with yourself and your own feeling"

A certificate! Wow thanks Albert

Over the years my opinion of Albert has undergone a change. After reading Lady Longford's seminal biography back in the sixties,  I felt sorry for him living with this bad tempered wife but as having read an exchange of letters with his adviser and mentor Baron Stockmar it was clear that the plan all along was for him to act as a King and Victoria's state of perpetual pregnancy made her heavily reliant on him. Victoria adored what she called Fun in Bed but was not so enamoured of the consequences.  There were plenty of courtiers who were secretly happy that a MAN was in charge believe you me.

Thought she was devestated at Albert's early death the real Victoria slowly began to emerge once more. Having been made to feel ill eduated and ignorant by her husband, her acute political acumen came to the fore, and she is revealed as a woman who has her finger firmly on the button and an instinctive knowledge of how her subjects felt on certain matters. In other words she had the Common Touch which Albert never possessed.  

I believe he sucked all the joy out of her and, as the years passed and her love for him never dimmed, it must have been disheartening and upsetting to be consistently criticised and ignored.   I loved the later Queen Victoria and in one of her letters to her daughter the Crown Princess of Prussia, she said "I am afraid I am going to do something of which dear Papa would not have approved" and I thought GO GIRL!

Don't ask me what it was she was going to do because I cannot remember, but I do remember my reaction....

Random on British Tecs - No. 2 Inspector Frost

I have recently been watching ITV3, a channel in the UK which plays repeats of old progs and amongst them I have discovered Frost, in which David Jason plays the title role.  I remember them well from back in the nineties and never missed an episode.  At the time David Jason was flying high as he was also Pop Larkin in the hugely successful Darling Buds of May (now being remade) and Only Fools and Horses. He had the golden touch and could do no wrong.

Frost was based on the Inspector Frost books of R D Wingfield.  There were only six and it is clear that the tv series sanitised it a bit. Frost is disorganised, dirty, untidy, sexist and a tad obnoxious.   His boss Superintendent Mullet is a slimy snob more interested in climbing the
greasy pole of promotion than in solving murders though he is always happy to take the credit when the disreputable Frost does all the work.

I have to be frank here and say that though I am not a person who takes offence at the mores of the past when reading a book, there are parts of the Frost books which grate a bit. The casual sexism and attitude to women is the main problem, but then it is easy to forget that sexism in the police force in the seventies and eighties when these books are set was rife and this is merely a reflection of this. 

I discovered the books of Robert Barnard a year or so ago and I found them the same. Books written in the seventies seem to have dated more than, say, those of Agatha Christie and D L Sayers oddly enough. I think this may be because they are far enough in the past to fall into the "historical" category and attitudes expressed in them seem tolerable. It is a thought.

The books are well written and pacy and are an enjoyable read.  The kind of detective portrayed here is an old fashioned one. Frost rose through the ranks, knows his patch, knows his villains and seems to be able to connect with them. It harks back to the days of Dixon of Dock Green for those of us old enough to remember.

As I have said, David Jason who plays Frost, was THE big tv star at the time and immensely popular and so the hard edges were rubbed off in his portrayal though the essence of the character were maintained. Revisiting them in the last few weeks I was surprised at how well they stand the test of tv time, but the casting and production values were high as were the scripts,

R D Wingfield died in 2017 and after his death other writers took up the mantle and wrote a sesries of novels about Frost.  I am not sure when writers do this (I gather the future Reacher books by Lee Childs are now to be written by his brother) but the style of the further books is pretty seamless and read as if written by the original author.  There are four written by James Henry, who I gather are two writers, and two by Danny Miller.  They slot well into the genre.

On the whole my re-read of the Frost books has been enjoyable and they are well worth seeking out.  But as I have mentioned the attitudes of the day have to be taken into account and understood.

Still, give them a go and see what you think. They are also, quite funny at times, particularly in the chats between Frost and Mullett.

A A Milne - not just Winnie the Pooh

I am currently enjoying Murder by the Book, a recent publication by the wonderful British Library Crime classics, and contained therein is a short story A Savage Game by one A A Milne.

We all know who A A Milne is (incidentally I have always wondered what A A stood for - it seems it is Alan Alexander. Thought you might like to know).  All of us are familiar with Winnie the Pooh et al and if you did not read them as a child (I didn't) your children will have done. Mine certainly did and also my grandchildren. It seems poor AA got a tad fed up with being famous purely for all the inhabitants of the Hundred Acre Wood especially as he wrote poetry, plays, essays, non fiction and other fiction.  

He has also written a mystery, The Red House which was published in 1922 which I read a few years ago.  According to the blurb  the Red House was 'where secret passages, uninvited guests, a sinister valet and a puzzling murder' lay and this formed the foundation for a classic crime.

This is what I said about it at the time of reading:

We have a murder in a study - Anthony Gillingham, a sub-Wimsey man about town, clean cut and with grey eyes 'absorbing every detail of our person'  calls on a guest at a weekend party at the Red House and is just in time to hear a gun shot and a member of the household hammering on the locked door.

Within half an hour the police have arrived, led by an Inspector who is immediately portrayed as a dim and worthy person but obviously is never going to solve the mystery and Anthony takes over without so much as a by your leave.  Apart from one or two chapters, the police spend most of their time well off centre stage and Anthony just does as he likes - it is all very unbelievable.  Most of the house guests are packed off back to town within an hour of the murder, in case they find it all too upsetting, surprisingly the police allow this to happen, and we are therefore left with such a narrow field of suspects, ie - one, that any tension that might have been hovering vanishes entirely.

By the end of the book, I was very glad to have finished this tedious rigmarole and so disappointed as I had high hopes at the start of the first chapter and it was not until the end that I also realised that the 'sinister valet' mentioned in the blurb had never appeared.

And this story The Savage Game is all that the Red House was not. Witty and perceptive and a cracking good mystery which the narrator solves in double quick time.  It had definite shades of Miss Marple about it and I am rather sorry that this appears to be one of the few short stories he penned.   The light touch shown here is such a surprise after the full length novel.  In the foreword to the Red House A A Milne admits, somewhat ruefully, that perhaps a life of crime was not for him. He was right in that case but his inclusion in this volume shows he could do it. Perhaps he should have persevered.

A few years ago I reviewed a full length novel by the author, Two People which was published by Capuchin Press and enjoyed it very much indeed. The link to this review is here (apologies for the length of the link, it won't work unless all this is in) and illustrates his versatility:

https://randomjottings.typepad.com/random_jottings_of_an_ope/2009/04/two-people-a-a-milne.html?cid=6a00d83451935569e201157004f6e9970b#comment-6a00d83451935569e201157004f6e9970b

Incidentally Murder by the Book also contains story by Ngaio Marsh which I had never read before and I was thrilled to bits to find it written in her inimical style and fooled me completely. I wonder if she has any more lurking that have yet to see the light of day?

Incidentally Murder by the Book also contains story by Ngaio Marsh which I had never read before and I was thrilled to bits to find it written in her inimical style and fooled me completely. I wonder if she has any more lurking that have yet to see the light of day?

Reading pleasures lined up

Just a quick post today as I am hitting the North Circular in an hour or two and joining up with the Other Grandparents to look after the girls over the weekend.   I always take a book with me, force of habit, but never have a chance to open it. Not complaining though. Time with grandchildren is precious.

I have quite a few books lined up on my TBR pile and future purchases to look forward to and here are just a selection.

Yesterday there was a knock on the door and my postie was clutching a parcel. "Blimey what have you got in here" was his cry and I guessed straight away what it contained. Yes and I was right. Volume 2 of the Chips Channon diaries covering the years 1938 to 1943. Over 800 pages and weighing in at 4 lb (out of interest I put the book on my bathroom scales) this is going to keep me busy for a while.  I really enjoyed Volume 1 after a sticky start when I tired of his endless descriptions of high society but once he was in Parliament his insight was fascinating. And at the end of Volume 1 was a memorandum he had written on the Abdication which made for a compelling read.

These cover the war years jup to 1943 and the only way to tackle this is to read one year at a time which I have already started to do. I am keeping a note book by me to jot down references and thoughts. If I start with post it notes the book will be bristling with them.  Will review in due course but "I may be gone some time..."

Another title on my list is George V by Jane Ridley.   A couple of years ago I read her biography of Edward VII which I loved. Insightful and full of interest the author has a knack of bringing her subjects alive and I ended up loving Bertie warts and all.   I have been lucky to receive an advanced reading copy but it is not due to be published until 4 November and I await that date to review.   Again, I have copious notes already taken and I am thoroughly enjoying it. A full review will be written in due course but I can already say it is excellent and I can recommend its purchase.  Nothing to stop you pre-ordering...

I have already mentioned Val McDermid.   I have her latest by my side entitled 1979 which gives a clue to its time and setting lest you be in any doubt. I have read all her Carol and Tony Hill books and think that she was right to finish them as not sure their tale could have been taken any further, but pleased that she is still going to continue with the Pirie series.  Saving this up which sounds daft but just knowing it is waiting for me is a nice feeling.

You know when you log onto Amazon and they come up with recommendations based on your previous reading? Most of the time I skim through but now and then I spot something that I think might be interesting and the other day picked up on one they thought I might like. Mr Finchley Discovers his England by Victor Canning. I know of this author mainly through my teenage years spent shelving books when I worked in the library service but know nothing about him. I will be honest and say the reason I bought this was I loved the cover and thought that looks fun.

"Mr Edgar Finchley, unmarried clerk, aged 45, is told to take a holiday for the first time in his life. He decides to go to the seaside. But Fate has other plans in store. From his abduction by a cheerful crook, to his smuggling escapade off the south coast, the timid but plucky Mr Finchley is plunged into a series of the most astonishing and extraordinary adventures"

I mean how could I resist?

And with the knowledge of a reboot of the series The Darling Buds of May based on the novels of H E Bates which I loved, the Pop Larkin books are now also awaiting my attention. I have a feeling Mr Finchley and Pop will provide a balance to the hefty tomes sitting on my table as I write.

Happy reading everyone.

Random on BritTecs - No. 1

As you all know by now I love a good detective/crime novel and I have been reading a lot recently. One of the results of all that has gone on over the last eighteen months has been the frying of the part of my brain that could read and digest any kind of reading that needed a keen eye and a discerning view point.  (So what is new I hear you cry.. yeh  ok)

I have been doing a lot of rereading and also some new authors and I thought I would write a series of posts regarding all the crime stuff I have read to date and as it has all been UK based I thought I would have a really snappy title like BritTecs.   Cool right?

I will be writing about Peter Lovesey, DS Bruce, R D Wingfield and a few others. No doubt Agatha will creep in somewhere but this is the first one.

Here we go and we start with the Bill Slider books by Cynthia Harrod-Eagles. I first discovered this author when I came across her Morland Dynasty historical novels, not sure where, probably a charity shop and once I got stuck in I read the lot. They started up pre-medieval and stopped at around the sinking of the Titanic, ie 1912. Then her publishers decided that they were not selling enough and pulled the plug on the entire series much to my fury and to all the thousands who had read them.  A post regarding this on Random ended up with over 400 comments such was the reaction.

She is now writing another historical series but I am not familiar with those. Good luck to her say I. In the meantime, I discovered she wrote detective novels, for another publisher, and these are pure gold.

Bill Slider, a detective Inspector is the main protagonist with his sidekick Atherton. Now I have a sneaky suspicion that CHE (as I will refer to the author from now on) must have been watching Morse and/or Lewis on the telly when she started writing these, more the latter than the former, as the relationship and character of Bill Sliderand James Atherton mirrors that of Lewis and Hathaway, even down to their physical characteristics.   It means that I cannot read the books without envisaging Kevin Whately and Laurence Fox which can be a bit disconcerting at times.

When the series starts we meet Bill, married with two children. The marriage is not a particularly happy one as his wife resents his work and the time it takes away from home.   He is plodding along when he investigates a murder involving a musician in an orchestra and meets a violinist Joanna.  The mutual attraction is instant.   As the series of books evolves and we see how he and his team solve murders and clear crimes, his personal life runs alongside the narrative and adds to the interest.   Bill is a caring compassionate man and finds it difficult to end his marriage and leave his home. Atherton is the polar opposite. Cuts through woman like a hot knife through butter, no woman is immune to his charm and, it has to be said, his selfishness and absorption with his life.

Alongside the Dynamic Duo is his team and his superior is Superintendent Porson who has a way with words that makes spoonerism look mild.  A supportive and loyal chief, unusual as most superiors portrayed in such books are usually pen pushers, keen on promotion and will sacrifice staff in order to bolster a reputation. Not here. Porson is lovable and his team admire and respect him.

“I hope it turns out to be a suicide after all or some simple mistake.  Maybe he was ampidistrous?”

There was some confusion here over the victim committing suicide with the wrong hand.

“Good enough for an amateur to think it would pass mustard” Porson grunted.

Very difficult to convey just how witty this series is and when I started reading them how unexpected I found it as I had only known CHE by the Morland novels and some very early stand alone novels (which I do not recommend) and I can only say you have to read them to enjoy the style and the imaginative narrative.

“at the station Prentiss had accepted his offer of a cup of coffee but when it was put before him he only looked at it blankly, as if such things had never come his way before.  Well perhaps it hadn’t Slider reflected.  In Prentiss’ world, coffee was probably a delicious aromatic stimulant made from freshly ground roasted arabica beans. Maybe he’d never been presented with a dingy ecru liquid that smelled of rancid laundry and been expected to swallow it”

Great stuff.

There are 22 books in the series so plenty to keep you going. Do try them and though I would not normally bother with reading in order, I think in this case do start from the first one and work through.

I have just reread them all after a long gap and have loved them all over again.  Already looking forward to No 23.

Andrew Lownie - Traitor King

Traitor King is a title obviously chosen to catch the eye and act as a selling point on this latest tome regarding the WIndsors. Ditto the subtitle “The Scandalous exile of the Duke and Duchess of  Windsor”.   It is what is now called click bait using a title to catch your eye and interesting you enough to click and read. Newspapers do it all the time.

It is extraordinarily difficult to find anything positive to say about this ghastly pair and, in particular, the Duke.  I have to state right away that I do not think that the Duke of Windsoe would consider he was a traitor.   My main reason for coming to this conclusion is the utter immaturity, weakness and stupidity of the ex-King.   He was venal, greedy, selfish and narcissistic but I find the premise that he plotted against his country at a time of war and engaged in treasonable activities difficult to believe.   It was crystal clear that the German hierarchy and Hitler himself viewed him purely as a useful tool, somebody easy to use and control because he thought of nobody but himself and his wife.

I believe he genuinely thought that avoiding war and coming to peaceful terms with Germany was the sensible thing to do and, on paper, it is difficult to disagree.   But his reasons for this were purely for his own purposes.    He wanted to be King again this time with Queen Wallis by his side and he thought the Germans would help him achieve this.   It was all about him and what he wanted and the thought that he might be viewed as a traitor probably never crossed his mind.

Time after time when the Germans thought they had pinned him down he wriggled away finding excuses and avoiding practicalities and concrete plans.   The Duke wanted a role which would allow him to come back to the UK and be King George’s representative and when this was refused he became increasingly impatient and bitter and this is where he was at his most vulnerable.   He was offered the Governorship of the Bahamas which he was loathe to accept as he was astute enough to realise that his brother just wanted him out of the way and in a place where he could do no harm.

The most intriguing part of this biography is the discovery of the so called Marburg Papers

These are alleged to have detailed a plot by the Nazis called Operation Willi orchestrated in 1940, to persuade the Duke of Windsor to officially join sides with the Nazis and move him to Germany in a bid to bring the UK to peace negotiations. At the time the Windsors were in Lisbon refusing to move to a safer place and turning down taking the flight offered to them as they had too much luggage to be taken on board – hard though that may be to believe.  Operation Willi proposed convincing the Duke of a phony plot by King George VI and Prime Minister Winston Churchill to have him assassinated upon his arrival in the Bahamas and conspiring with him to stage a kidnapping in the hope of blackmailing the monarchy and the UK into surrender. The papers are also alleged to show the possibility of the Nazis' plan to reinstate the Duke as king, whilst also officially recognising his wife as queen, in exchange for Nazi forces being given free movement across Europe.  It was alleged that among his final communication with the Nazis before leaving for the Bahamas he encouraged relentless bombing attacks on the United Kingdom in a bid to force the British government to begin peace negotiations.

Difficult to believe all this is true but it was serious enough to make Churchill and following governments try to keep the papers under wraps.   The Americans had obtained copies and a great deal of diplomatic activity was brought to play to persuade them to co-operate.   They were ultimately published and it seems the Duke was extremely annoyed…

Whatever conclusion one reaches about this whole affair it clearly shows the character of the Duke and, as I have already mentioned his selfishness and self-absorption.   In such thrall to his wife and bitter at her not being accepted and her lack of title, he allowed himself to be seduced by false promises regarding her status to engage in what the UK government viewed as traitorous activities.

And so we come to Wallis with who, no matter how awful she may appear, I do have some slight sympathy.   From an impoverished childhood and background and fiercely ambitious she became involved with the then Prince of Wales to gain a foothold in society which seems to have been her main aim.   In her letters to her aunt in Baltimore, she described herself as “Wallis in Wonderland” and told her that she was determined to make the most of it as she was under no illusion it would all come to an end.   So she allowed the POW to become attached to her, spending hundreds and thousands on jewellery and giving her a lifestyle she could only have dreamed of.   Unfortunately, she underestimated his neediness and soon discovered there was no way she could be rid of him and, to give her credit, when she realised that he was threatening to abdicate, did all she could to stop him and tried to end it.   The Prince then threatened to kill himself and said he would follow her if she left and then it was too late – Mrs Simpson was, not to put to fine a point on it, lumbered with him.

Various reports at the time of the Abdication and the time of their marriage were quite clear that she did not love him. Baba, wife of a long time friend of the Duke, “Fruity” Metcalfe wrote in her diary after the wedding ceremony:

“I knew I should have kissed her but I just couldn’t….I don’t remember wishing her happiness of good luck as thought she loved him.  If she occasionally showed a glimmer of softness, took his arm, looked at him as if she loved him, one would warm towards her, but her attitude is so correct and hard.  The effect is of an older woman unmoved by the infatuated love of a younger man. Let’s hope that she lets up in private with him else it must be grim”

And, indeed, it was grim.  Her patience was tried to the limit – if she left the room or went out he wandered around lost wanting to know where she was, what she was doing, every minute of the day.  As the years passed she seemed to become more irritated and vicious with him and he was overheard to ask her whether she was going to send him to bed crying again.

Obsessed with money though they were fabulously wealthy the Duke appeared to have engaged in what would appear to be fraudulent activity when in the Bahamas to hide his money and avoid taxes.   After the death of the Duchess when her jewellery was auctioned, certain pieces which had been part of a burglary while visiting the UK and on which insurance was claimed, turned up in the sale.   Spending freely while on a visit to the US during their tenure in the Bahamas and finding they were being criticised, the Duchess said she was buying Christmas presents for the poor children as they had nothing.   It was acidly reported that one did not usually buy children’s presents at Cartier and Mainbocher.....

It is so tawdry and sad.

I found while reading this biography that I had to keep putting it down and taking a break as the awfulness and emptiness of their lives was really depressing.    To sum up, this is a story of a man who hated being Royal and who married a strong ambitious woman to whom he was totally in thrall. Once away from his royal life he seemed to long to return and when it was made clear to him this was not possible, became bitter calling his family cold and unfeeling, complaining about money and selling his and his wife’s story to the press.

I leave you to draw the obvious parrallel....

NOTE since writing this review the author has been in touch and points out the evidence shows that the Duke was more than a dupe and was a traitor. I am not arguing with this for one moment, but the point I have made in my review is that the Duke was so self absorbed and interested only in himself and Wallis, that no matter what we may think then and now, he would not view himself as a traitor.

This is my opinion and I am staying with it but as my statement that I do not think the Duke was a traitor sounded slightly ambiguous I am clearifying my meaning.

Current Reading and recently received

The last eighteen months have been rather odd reading wise, for me at least, as I have found myself taking comfort from re-reading a lot of titles and series.   I am currently ploughing, though that sounds as if it is difficult to do so when it is the opposite, the Bill Slider series by Cynthia-Harrod-Eagles which are simply terrific. I have been searching through Random and it seems I have never really written about them so I intend to rectify that mistake soon.

I have recently discovered that the series of The Darling Buds of May which first appeared on our tv screens over thirty years ago now is being remade, or as it is now phrased 'rebooted'. I remember the original very well because for years after reading the books by H E Bates, I did what I quite often do, and cast the characters just in case a film was ever made.   Pop Larkin had to be David Jason and I held this view for several years so when the casting was announced and there he was I was simply delighted.  Of course, to be honest, his Pop was a country version of Del Boy but it was "perfick" so I was not complaining.  It was a huge success so I am hoping the remake is as good.

I first read the H E Bates books when I was about twelve and remembered, little innocent that I then was, asking my sister how Pop and Ma could have so many children when they were not married?   She explained...

I love the books and so decided a reread was in order and as my old and battered copies vanished some time ago, decided to treat myself to new ones and they arrived today. I love the covers and am looking forward to reacquainting myself with the Larkins over the next week or so.

I have also received two titles from the Classic Crime series published by the British Library, Murder by the Book and Till Death us do Part and will be reviewing and writing about these later.

On a recent visit to a friend, whose collection of books makes mine look puny, I spotted on a table by her side a book called My Victorian Novel. Well, I could not resist taking a look and after starting to read the first essay decided I had to buy a copy. Price is £25 but managed to find a second hand one and it arrived earlier this week.  It contains essays on Jane Eyre, The Duke's Children, Middlemarch, Daniel Deronda, Vanity Fair, North and South, Bleak House, David Copperfield and the Pickwick Papers all of which I have read and loved so this is sheer joy. I have already read the first on Jane Eyre but am saving the rest and eking them out. Just knowing they are there waiting for me is a wonderful thought.

Andrew Lownie, who published a book about the Mountbattens recently, was at the Felixstowe Book Festival this year and I really think we need to ask him back as I would love to speak to him about his latest, Traitor King - the scandalous exile of the Duke and Duchess of WIndsor.  It is totally engrossing but honestly the more I read about them the more ghastly they both appear. I can find excuses for the Duchess (more anon when I review) but it is almost impossible to find anything good to say about the Duke. Spoilt, selfish, narcissistic, needy, pathetic and, to be honest, rather dim is all I can think of at the moment.   I have been reading this with an horified fascination and have to keep putting it down as the sheer awfulness of their behaviour is simply staggering.

Oh and a few weeks ago I was asked to review a fictionalised account of the Duchess of WIndsor's 'love story'.   I had to apologise to the publishers and say I simply could not review it as it was utterly utterly dire and so far removed from reality I had difficulty in not hurling it across the room.   It is going to the charity shop though I feel rather guilty in inflicting it on some poor unsuspecting reader.

And in the middle of all this as I felt I needed some light and love I re-read Anne of Green Gables which made me feel much better....

Faber & Faber - the Untold Story by Toby Faber

One of the first things that delights me when I read a book is the use of English. Yes I know I am reading in English so what is my point?  Well there is English and English and my point is that there are times when reading a book, usually modern literature, when I wonder if the author ever went to school so clunky and dire is the narrative.   I find I wince at a word which has no place in a sentence but has been shoe horned in to make an effect which it does, but the opposite to that intended.  Excessive use of adjectives and pronouns and my bête noire, exclamation marks.   Drives me mad.

And then the joy of coming across a book which is so beautifully written that it flows, the nerves relax and one can sit back with a sigh of contentment.  Well, last week I finished reading Faber & Faber: the Untold Story by Toby Faber whose grandfather founded this publishing house.   I started reading and knew that this was a book which would have me purring with pleasure. And it did.

Toby has drawn on the Faber archives to tell the history of the firm and they form the bulk of the narrative with his additions and comments in between to clarify.   I love reading diaries and letters as, whether or not the person writing intends to, the personality of the author seeps through. There is no escape. I have read diaries when I have intensely disliked the writer even though they have tried to portray themselves in a certain way. Others I have read and found I simply loved the diarist for the reason given above.

Reading this book gave me so much joy.  For a start the author’s godfather and a huge supporter and influence to the firm was T S Eliot.  Well, you cannot get much better than that as a starting point and this is where the joy begins. The writing. The exchange of letters between Geoffrey Faber and T S Eliot.   Elegant, witty, each line effortlessly produced. While you might expect this from Eliot I hasten to add that all the correspondence featured in this tome is of the highest quality.  My copy is packed with lurid post it notes where I have flagged up a felicitous phrase, a sentence that had me burbling with delight.   Difficult to pick out those that had me grinning with pleasure but here are a few:

T S Eliot to Geoffrey March 1936 regarding a book of children’s verse about which he had doubts

“I am more and more doubtful of my ability to write a successful book of this kind and I had rather find out early that I can’t do it than a waste a lot of time for nothing. And this sort of thing is flatter if it is flat than serious verse can be. Nobody wants to make a fool of himself when he might be better employed……………….there are several ways in which this could be a failure. The various poems might not be good enough. The matters here as such might not be amusing; a book simply of collected animal poems might be better…………….there may be many more ways of going wrong than of going right”

Even TSE had worries about his writing  it seems..

And a difference of opinion with Geoffrey over the publishing of Nightwood by  Djuna Barnes (which did make their catalogue in 1936):

“……..I have read it again over the holidays and am more strongly in favour of the book than ever. What is important to me is that I believe that this may be our last chance to do something remarkable in the way of imaginative literature. As for our literary reputation, remember that people like Joyce and myself may help to keep the temperature level, but we can’t send it any higher. There is something an author does once (if at all) in his generation that he can’t ever do again. We can go on writing stuff that nobody else would right, if you like, but The Waste Land and  Ulysses remain the historic points. From a publishing point of view, there is a tremendous difference between getting a good author first and rounding him in after his reputation is made and if Joyce and I, for example, had up to now been published by some other firm, we should no longer be worth getting…….”

Geoffrey Faber’s response:

“What distresses me is that I should have so hopelessly failed to see what you both* see  in Nightwood. After reading your two letters I cannot doubt that you are right, and that I am wrong – which is a discomforting, though perhaps salutary state of mind for a publisher, let alone an educated man to be in..”

*Frank Morley another director of the firm thought it good

Was ever two opposing points of view so elegantly expressed?

If I went on with further examples I would end up quoting the entire book so may I urge you to go out and purchase this and give yourself up to its glory. And yes I do mean glory. Not a word I use lightly but, I have to emphasis once again, just how wonderful it is to read English so beautifully phrased and expressed.   There is another letter featured written to a director, who they feel should leave, and is being asked if he feels it would be a good thing for him to do.   It is clear that if he does not resign he may be asked to do so but the letter suggesting the correct course of action is a masterpiece of tact and kindness. Iron hand in the velvet glove.

I do not think it is a coincidence that one of my favourite authors, P D James, whose utterly perfect writing I have written about elsewhere, has always been published by Faber & Faber.

As a final note, I attended a lecture given by Toby Faber a few years ago and found him to be as stylish and witty as his illustrious friends and relations and I asked him if he would come to the Felixstowe Book Festival to repeat this talk.   We all know what happened in 2020 and it was only this summer that he finally made it and it was worth the wait.  He was interviewed by Nicola Upson, another Faber author and it was a lovely occasion.

I have tried to give a flavour of The Untold Story which only uses part of the archive – it would be such a treat if there were more treasures to be unearthed for us to see.

Fingers crossed.

This title goes on my Book of the Year list…