A good book is a holiday essential. So we asked 26ers what they’ll be packing in their suitcase this summer. Sarah Farley’s taking flash fiction and short stories. Giles Calver’s opting for the sad but uplifting Stoner. And Sara Sheridan thinks The Letter for the King, Dutch fantasy novel for children and the Calzet Chronicles is the winning combination.
Beautiful Ruins by Jess Walter
I had it in mind to get round to recommending Beautiful Ruins (no barb intended) by Jess Walter for holiday reading. It was a recommendation from Richard Pelletier last summer. It’s a moving story and well worth reading for the wonderful cameo of Richard Burton while filming Cleopatra on location in Rome in the 1960s. I laughed out loud at his take on Sir Larry the acTOR.
The affairs, the successes, the affairs, the flops, the affairs, the Oscars and, er, the affairs – Joan Collins, Natalie Wood, Leslie Caron, Julie Christie, Cher, Natalie Wood, Diane Keaton, Carly Simon, Linda McCartney, Jacqueline Onassis, Joni Mitchell, Claudia Cardinale Janice Dickinson, Elle MacPherson, Goldie Hawn, Brigitte Bardot and Madonna. Exhausting, but compulsive reading!
My summer read is The Letter for the King by Tonke Dragt the classic Dutch fantasy novel for children which has just been published in translation by Pushkin Press.
I am also addicted to the (more grown up) Cazalet Chronicles by Elizabeth Jane Howard – a mid-20th century English family saga series. As a piece of riveting storytelling combined with detailed social history the chronicles tick lots of boxes for me and they are so good I’m rationing them.
I’m a big fan of the film magazine with a great graphic design heart, Little White Lies. I’ll be pre-ordering their book What I Love About Movies. Fifty film icons, 50 declarations of film love – what’s not to like about it?
Re-reading Mrs Dalloway led me to Virginia Woolf’s Second Common Reader. A great little book to dip into. Her essay on Gissing and Sidney’s Arcadia are current favourites. I bought a second-hand copy which turned out to have been printed in 1944…it came with a wartime apologia for its thin paper etc. That made my heart skip a beat as Woolf was plunged into her final despair by the impending war.