One of my wonderful presents for giftmas this year was Essential Dykes to Watch Out for by Alison Bechdel, author of the excellent Fun Home, a graphic-novel format autobiography.

The Essential Dykes to Watch Out For (DTWOF from now on) is a collection of short comic strips featuring a bunch of people living their lives, and often worrying about them.

I’m a fan of comics that show ordinary people. Of course, there’s really no such thing as ordinary, and I enjoy being welcomed into a different reality than my own. I guess that links in with the people-watching side of my personality, except this way I can do it from the comfort of my new reclining armchair with a blanket and a cup of tea. Handy when you have the flu.

I planned on dipping in and out of DTWOF, but instead I started reading and didn’t really do anything else until I’d finished, the cast of characters being such good company. I missed them when I finished, especially as the strip is on indefinite hiatus while Bechdel works on other projects.

Incidentally, DTWOF is the source of The Bechdel Test, (that The Gurrier blogged last year). If something (a film really, but I find it interesting to apply it to other mediums) fulfills the following criteria, is passes:
1. There are two women in it.
2. They talk to each other.
3. About something other than a man.

It’s depressing how few things pass.
(Original comic strip here)

Well, there’s only one answer to that question, so I got up at 4am on Tuesday to make the 6.30 flight, and by 8am we were on the airport bus watching a beautiful sunrise over the city.

Our first stop, at an hour that really was too early to expect such wonderful hospitality, was with Karen from Cornflower. Karen welcomed us into her lovely home with tea and a delicious passionfruit cake that was light a creamy and sweet and mmmmmmm. (and some lovely Scottish angora yarn that’s deciding what it would like to be). I’ve been reading the Cornflower blog for a little while now, and I suspect that some of my reading material for 2009 will be based on recommendations from there. Thank you so much for having us to visit Karen, it was lovely to meet you.

Delicious treats chez Cornflower

Our next stop was a short bus ride across the city. Ok, It was walkable sort of, but we had bus tickets, and a long day planned, and the bus went right where we needed it to. So. Justification over. Our next stop: Fidra Books. Oh boy, am I glad I don’t live near here, I don’t think they’d ever get rid of me. Ostensibly a children’s bookshop, Fidra also has a small but extremely well selected (to my mind) choice of adult books books for adults too. The shop was welcoming and friendly, and Vanessa, Malcolm and Teaga all lovely. Teaga (the dog) is quite big, so I think they would have noticed if I’d tried to sneak her home with me, but I was very tempted.

Fidra also have a publishing arm, for classic children’s books. The editions are lovely, and if you’re a fan of classic children’s adventure stories or books about ponies do check them out. They also have the later books in the Trebizon series, that I didn’t know existed. I may need to see if my local library has the earlier ones, as I haven’t read them since I was a child.

Lovely Fidra Books editions

Now, when we’d arrived in Edinburgh, the very helpful lady at the information desk told us about a German christmas market and a highland market that were on in the city. These were down by the Scott memorial, and also featured a ferris wheel. Hmmmm, is all I have to say about that.

The market was, well, small. A couple of stands, some hot wine or sausages, and that was the German market. The Highland market was pretty similar – tablet, fudge, or hats knit in Nepal with the Scottish flag on them. Oh, and crepes. Meh. It was raining at this point anyway, so we didn’t linger, and instead visited the National Gallery of Scotland for art and lunch. There are some fabulous pieces there. I especially liked the fact that their famous painting of the ice-skating preacher, The Reverend Robert Walker Skating on Duddingston Loch, by Sir Henry Raeburn, might not have actually been painted by Raeburn, was probably painted ten years after they thought, and doesn’t seem to be of Duddingston Loch.

Anyway, refreshed from our lunch and culture, we ventured up many steps…

…and down more, to K1 Yarns, which is a lovely and friendly shop with a small but nice selection of yarns. I’d imagine it’s a lovely place to hang out and knit.

K1 Yarns

By this time it was about 3.30, and we were flagging a little. Coffee, shortbread and knitting were required, and we spent a very pleasant hour in Always Sunday, a bright and comfortable cafe on the Royal Mile.

Chocolate chip shortbread and a cappucino

A very small shop later, and a stroll along Princes Street, and we were ready for home.

A very quick photo of the castle in the dark

I fell in to bed back in Dublin at about 11.30pm, very tired, but very happy.

However, onwards.

In France I read four excellent books, all very different, and all written about women by women. It was interesting.

The Forgotten Garden by Kate Morton was some easy going fiction to start me off. I sort of enjoyed this – what attracted me in the first place was that I felt that the author had visited the Lost Gardens of Heligan in Cornwall, and after reading the book I’m pretty sure she had been inspired by them. It was well written, and interesting, but I’m not mad on stories that have a self satisfied plot twist that’s visible a mile off, and this sort of did. I found everything wrapped itself up a bit too nicely for me at the end. It kept me interested though, and was a nice easy going book for the beginning of the holiday.

Next on the list was The Short Life and Long Times of Mrs Beeton by Kathryn Hughes. Yep, Mrs Beeton of Household Management fame. The author hadn’t had a lot to go on for a detailed biography, but had filled in the gaps with historical background information, educated guesses and details of other family members and it made for a very interesting read. It was also interesting as a history of publishing, as that was Mr and Mrs Beeton’s business. For example, Mr Beeton was a partner for a while to Weldon, who published Weldon’s practical needlework, the source of a good few vintage knitting patterns.

Now, I’d started Cunt* by Inga Muscio before we went away but only just. The sub title is A Declaration of Independence, and that’s what this was. A fantastic feminist book, I found this hard to put down, and very inspiring. I’d like to be able to give a copy of this to every woman I know, but I lack the courage to do so. I’m getting more and more interested in women’s issues, and this was a great starting point. Many years ago I took a first year university course on feminism and philosophy, and had a few arguments with people in seminars, and I identify as a feminist, but I haven’t done much academic reading in this area and I’d like to do more. I’m open to more suggestions if anyone has any.
(*Psst! It’s just a word, don’t be scared.)

Finally, I moved on to The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood. I’ve only recently got into Margaret Atwood (mainly after reading The Handmaid’s Tale, see getting into women’s issues, above) and it’s great. I love falling for a new author with a large amount of work behind them – the knowledge that there are many pleasurable hours of reading ahead is deeply satisfying. I lost myself in The Blind Assassin, which kept me wondering until the end (a more subtle plot twist). Wonderful characterisation, heartbreaking at times, and a beautiful tale of a family in layers that weave in and out smoothly, interspersed with completely different fiction within the fiction. Excellent.

I started The Forgotten Garden on the ferry over to France, and finished The Blind Assassin as the ferry back to Ireland pulled in to Rosslare. Very well timed indeed.

I’ve just finished* reading / re-reading the whole of the series to date – three original books, a sequel, and the prequel.

Worlds away from the Stephanie Meyer books, this is a young adult series that I can’t put down and stands up to extra reads. Intrigue, battles, romance, ninjas, the tales have them all. Strong female characters that are important to the plot in their own right and have actual conversations without men in them.

The final book in the series, The Harsh Cry of the Heron, is by far and away my least favourite. It’s as though she had the plot worked out but was tired of the characters. There was potential there for a lot more stories, but perhaps she didn’t want to write them. That’s understandable. To a certain extent I’m just upset by how the plot all ended up too.

So, when the prequel, Heaven’s Net is Wide, appeared in the shops recently I was wary. I wanted to read it, but didn’t have high hopes. I wasn’t disappointed though. I was back with the characters I loved in the land that I loved, learning more about them. I didn’t plan to, but I ended up reading the whole series again from start to finish. It was totally worth it.

*As I write this, a week or so before it’s being posted

Right then. My thoughts on these books.
I loved them, but I also hated them.

Spoilers will be included, so the post is after the jump, (sorry if you’re reading in a feed reader)

Firstly, the teenage girl in me loved them. I couldn’t put the books down once I’d started, even when I wanted to throw them across the room. There’s something about an attractive bloke being completely drawn to you and it being about love and not lust that just suckered me right in and I’m guessing is the cause of the immense popularity of these books among teenage girls.

Actually, it’s no good. I’m trying to explain what I loved about the books, and why I couldn’t put them down, but I can’t. I can only remember the things I didn’t like.

It was the third book that put me over the edge. The relationship between Edward and Bella is horrible. It’s practically sub-dom. In fact it is. She’s not allowed to do anything without his approval and supervision, to the point where he physically restrains her at times. That’s just messed up. It’s a model of a controlling abusive relationship and I wasn’t comfortable reading it at all.

Jacob is a much more sympathetic character, as he wants Bella to be herself, but she’s still all of a sudden this weak female who needs to be protected from everything. (I think a part of me also finds Jacob the more appealing character because I’m usually freezing so someone who’s always really warm is preferable to someone who’s always cold.)

Speaking of which, as the books progress I think the author ran out of adjectives. There’s only so many times I want to hear about Edward’s cool white skin like marble. I didn’t see what made him so attractive towards the end – there was no development of his character really.

Also, why is Bella’s father suddenly a bumbling fool who doesn’t know how to work his microwave and needs her to do his washing? He was managing fine without her before she moved to Forks.

The thing that made me nuts though was the sex stuff in the third book. Bella would like to take the relationship further, but Edward doesn’t want to until they’re married. It’s apparently ok to spend the night together and lie to Bella’s dad, but not to actually have sex. I don’t mind that, but there’s no mention of the possibility of anything in between a chaste kiss and full on shagging, either – it’s one or the other in Ms Meyer’s world.

Anyway, at first the message that Bella’s a wanton harlot trying to lead the wonderful Edward astray is a bit subtle. Her wanting to be made into a vampire is a pretty thin metaphor. By the end of the third book though, there’s no messing around. We’re told very clearly that sex before marriage is wrong, and that the strong pure male is the one to resist and the evil temptress female who needs protecting and to be told what to do should not be given in to. I have no problem whatsoever with books for teenagers not being full of sex. That’s fine. The third book is full of sex though – full of really unsubtle messages about it.

OK, I know I’m probably reading way too much into it, but, well, I found the third book very misogynistic and I didn’t like that at all.

The trouble is, despite my objections, I still didn’t actually throw the books across the room. I couldn’t put them down. I have no idea what it was but they grabbed me.

So, there you go: I loved them and I hated them too. Go figure.

In summary: Anne Rice light

I was going to write a big old blog post, tidy the kitchen, do some washing, maybe even clean the bathroom, and then get a nice early night.

But before I did all that I decided to just read a chapter of this:

My plans went out of the window. I couldn’t put it down. I didn’t even stop to make a cup of tea. Whole book read, I got to bed at 1am.

To make it even worse, I stopped off at a bookshop on my way home tonight (showing great restraint by not ditching work today to do so), and bought this:

Tonight I’m wiser though: I’m putting the kettle on before I read even one tiny little word.

I’ve been lacking writing inspiration, and haven’t felt like posting just a ‘oh look what I made post’, except, now it’s been a while, so that’s exactly what I need to do. I think another small thing may be that I get to be creative at work now, which is awesome, but has affected my blogging somewhat. Ho hum.

So, some random points…

I have another pair of baby socks almost finished and these will be in the post soon, I hope.

Bread making is flying along. Strong flour. It’s all I needed. Haven’t bought bread since and I’m loving the loaves I’m making. Bread making seems to be all the rage at the moment: Of course DaviMack‘s been at it for a while, Bridget‘s been making potato and garlic bread, Roobeedoo‘s at it too, and Cheryl‘s been working magic with a borrowed breadmaker. The machine does use electricity, but it seems fairly economical. At knitting on Saturday we were talking about the machine lacking the connection that comes from kneading the dough, but it takes me less than 10 minutes to put the ingredients in the machine, and as someone who barely keeps up with the housework and who finds it a huge effort to cook dinner when I get in, well, the machine’s the only way I’m gonna get bread! (I will still make batches of pizza bases by hand though, as I like the recipe I use).

Back to the knitting, and the terrifying balaclava is almost finished.

Chatting about it in the pub, about how best to decorate it – with the suggested skull mouth thing or with a big curly moustache – Linus suggested putting eyes on 2 sides to give two different options – it’s too late this time, and it would only work with one like this that’s destined to sit underneath a snowboarding helmet, but I loved the idea.

So, aside from a brief obsession with the Ravelry forums, which I’ve reined in to a passing interest, a few long work days, and lots of reading in the bath, what have I been up to?

Well, I’ve finished Kavalier and Clay

This was a wonderful, wonderful read. I was totally absorbed, I bought into the characters, and I was at once sad to finish and happy to leave them to the rest of their lives.

On Sunday we went to see No Country For Old Men, which was one of the best films I’ve seen in a long time.

Now, I leave you with some advice. Say you’ve just finished the pot of coffee, and want to make more, so need to fill the hot glass pot up with cold water to refill the filer machine thingy. With me so far? Now, you don’t want to put cold water in to the hot glass pot, because that might make it break, and you don’t want that. See. I know that. I’m smart.
Anyway, should you find yourself in this situation, I don’t recommend placing your palm flat against the bottom of the pot to gauge how hot it is.
Yep, I’m smart, me.

This was a birthday gift, and I saved it for holiday reading, which turned out to be a good idea – once I got hooked I couldn’t stop and I’m not sure I would have got a lot of anything done if I’d started them in my normal life. This is a collection of 5 kids books, in one edition – the books are definitely kids books, not ‘crossover’ fiction in the way that Philip Pullman’s wonderful ‘His Dark Materials’ books are.

They start off with a touch of the Famous Five about them, but then get much, much deeper, and darker at times too. I really loved the great English legends running through them – King Arthur and Merlin – I would have loved these books as a kid. I do now, but I can imagine how I would have lost myself in them then. They feel like walks on a wet and windy beach followed by mugs of hot tea and toast with butter in front of a roaring fire.

The movie of the second book is coming out soon, but by all accounts the story’s been mashed to pieces, with the main character turning from an eleven year old English boy to a fourteen year old American, among many other things. It’s so unnecessary – his age is important, as it makes the task he has to face that wee bit bigger, and making him American will take away from the Englishness of the books, which I find a real shame. It also suggests that the makers didn’t feel that American audiences would have any interest in an English lead, which I find a bit, well, weird. So, despite the film starring Ian McShane (Lovejoy!) and Christopher Eccleston, I’ll be avoiding it. If you’re going, get your kids to read the book first!

No discussion though, I have no desire to spoil it for anyone.

I picked this up on a Sunday morning planning on reading a chapter or two before I got on with my day, and put it down, finished, later that evening having done nothing else but read all day.

It reminded me a lot of The Secret History by Donna Tart, which was ok, but I don’t know why, I just really got into this. It was a little far fetched at times too, but still I couldn’t put it down.