For Christmas, I got a shoeshine kit and Rosemary Sutcliff’s sprawling rendition of the King Arthur’s myth, Sword at Sunset (1963). The latter is unique in that Sutcliff takes out Camelot and the Round Table, and presents Arthur as a stress riddled, impotent king trying to rally argumentative Celts and fend of Saxon barbarians. The… Continue reading Rosemary Sutcliff’s ‘Sword at Sunset’
Month: January 2015
On My Mother’s Taste in Literature
When my mother got into her mid-thirties she decided she’d read enough books by men, and has almost exclusively read women’s writing ever since. When I turned thirty-four last year, I was thinking about this. I counted through my bookshelf and it was about 70% books by men. They were mostly good books (mostly Wodehouse),… Continue reading On My Mother’s Taste in Literature