Showing posts with label Jan Morris. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jan Morris. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Tales of Wales

flag of Wales
"Cymru am byth"
"Wales for ever"

Let's talk about Wales.

I once spent about seven minutes in this country on a tour of Great Britain. The bus pulled in at what I remember to be little more than a rest stop, we all got out and said, "Wow! Wales!" We then proceeded to travel back across the border and on to Chester.

Book-wise, I have spent a bit more time in this country than I did on that one occasion.

In addition to recently reading The Cold Light of Mourning which takes place in North Wales, I recall three other books in which the country - land of rugby, two languages, and singer Sir Tom Jones - is a main character.

On my 2011 Books Read List is the delightful Castles in the Air by Judy Corbett. It tells the true story of her and husband Peter's restoration of a crumbling 16th century mansion, Gwydir Castle in Conwy, and their adventures in dealing with local workman, scurrying critters in the night, and even a ghost or two. They now offer the castle as a bed and breakfast.

Another non-fiction book is Jan Morris's A Writer's House in Wales in which she writes not only about her home, Trefyn Morys, which holds a sweet jumble of books and travel keepsakes, but also about the country - its culture, ways and, well, Welshness.

Finally, the wild and witty Framed by Frank Cottrell Boyce which I wrote a little bit about here. The action in this novel concerns what happens when the National Gallery in London is flooded and its paintings are moved to an abandoned slate quarry mine in Manod for safe keeping. The story is told by nine-year-old Dylan Hughes and will have you laughing out loud. Just writing about it makes me want to reread the book.

As far as I know, those four books are the only Wales tales that I have read. Do you have any that come to mind? 

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Journeys


I slept in...and in...and in...this morning. Much later than I planned. When I finally looked out the window while the coffee was brewing I saw the sunshine doing its best to warm up a very cold day.

I felt this would be a good Sunday to do some armchair traveling, so I picked up off the library chair Jan Morris's Journeys which has been sitting there for weeks waiting for me to get on board.

Ms. Morris gives the reader a wonderful sense of a place. Not tourist site after ubiquitous tourist site, but more of a collage-painting of sights, sounds, conversations, weather, history, architecture, atmosphere, and anomalies of the cities and countries she is visiting.

Already today I have been to Sydney, Australia; Wells, England; Las Vegas, Nevada; Bombay and Calcutta, India; and, Houston, Texas. Quite a whirlwind trip.

These essays were written based on visits in the early 1980s. But what does it matter? The writing is entertaining and Ms. Morris is quite a companionable and well-spoken guide. From her balcony at the Taj Mahal Hotel in Bombay to the drawing room of the Organist at Wells Cathedral, her droll sense of humor and spot-on (and sometimes caustic) observations never fail to bring a laugh or a nod of agreement. She is not one to avoid the controversial comment.

There are 13 different journeys to be enjoyed - all from the comfort and coziness of my reading chair.