Over the pre-Christmas weeks, there was the usual flurry of lists of best reads of 2011. One title appearing highly recommended on several reliable lists was a new Frank Moorhouse – the third in his series on the League of Nations. I bought the the first one (Grand Days) about fifteen years ago; and the second one (Dark Palace) when it was released in 2000. ‘Dark Palace’ won the Miles Franklin that year. There was a huge fuss because, while it is about an Australian, it is not actually set in Australia and that was really pushing the boundaries of the award criteria – and you know how the luvvies work themselves into a state about things like that!
They are HUGE (both over 700 pages) and very earnest seeming from the blurbs - you know, the sort of thing one thinks one should read - eventually. They've both been sitting on Mt TBR awaiting an appropriate moment.
The recommendations - and a sense that I should read at least one ‘worthy’ thing over the break instead of all escapist fantasy and mindless crime thrillers - prompted me to bite the bullet. I selected a larger handbag on Thursday, hefted ‘Grand Days’ into it; and headed off into town for a round of personal wellbeing appointments - the hairdresser, the optometrist etc.
Well, despite its weight, I couldn’t put the bloody thing down. I was so enthralled I didn’t even get grumpy at being kept waiting long past scheduled appointment times.
It is the mid 1920s and a young Australian diplomat, Edith Campbell Berry, arrives in Geneva to take up a role with the newly established League of Nations. Berry leaves home as an impractical idealist and ends up as a somewhat jaded, but still idealistic, international bureaucrat. She has to be one of the most interesting characters I've come across in years - and the world she lives in feels as real as the one I inhabit.
I finished it at 3am on New Years Eve; and promptly searched out the second on Mt TBR. It took sheer willpower not to start it there and then and turn the light off. ( )
On a train from Paris to Geneva, Edith Campbell Berry meets Major Ambrose Westwood in the dining car, makes his acquaintance over a lunch of six courses, and allows him to kiss her passionately. Their early intimacy binds them together once they reach Geneva and their posts at the newly created League of Nations.… (more)
They are HUGE (both over 700 pages) and very earnest seeming from the blurbs - you know, the sort of thing one thinks one should read - eventually. They've both been sitting on Mt TBR awaiting an appropriate moment.
The recommendations - and a sense that I should read at least one ‘worthy’ thing over the break instead of all escapist fantasy and mindless crime thrillers - prompted me to bite the bullet. I selected a larger handbag on Thursday, hefted ‘Grand Days’ into it; and headed off into town for a round of personal wellbeing appointments - the hairdresser, the optometrist etc.
Well, despite its weight, I couldn’t put the bloody thing down. I was so enthralled I didn’t even get grumpy at being kept waiting long past scheduled appointment times.
It is the mid 1920s and a young Australian diplomat, Edith Campbell Berry, arrives in Geneva to take up a role with the newly established League of Nations. Berry leaves home as an impractical idealist and ends up as a somewhat jaded, but still idealistic, international bureaucrat. She has to be one of the most interesting characters I've come across in years - and the world she lives in feels as real as the one I inhabit.
I finished it at 3am on New Years Eve; and promptly searched out the second on Mt TBR. It took sheer willpower not to start it there and then and turn the light off. (