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Sign up for LibraryThing to find out whether you'll like this book. No current Talk conversations about this book. This is a lovely, quiet book about a lower middle class English family in the early '30s, taking their annual two weeks holiday by the sea. R.C. Sherriff does a great job at conveying both the kinds of little things that people get anxious about—how to pack; how to ensure the optimal seat on the train; which spot on the beach to select and is it worth hiring out a particular bathing hut or not—and the kinds of pleasures that come with the change of routine and place, however mundane. The Fortnight in September isn't a book in which much happens—it's a slice-of-life story with no grand life lessons to it. But throughout you have a muted sense of nostalgia, the faint sense that since the Stevens children are getting older this may be the last time the family makes this journey all together. A pleasurable read. ( ) After being enraptured by Sherriff's The Hopkins Manuscript, this was certainly a change of pace. If nothing else, Sherriff has shown us he can write a tight, emotional, human drama (Journey's End), a big science fiction setpiece (Hopkins), and now this: a gentle, quotidian, nostalgic little celebration of life's simple pleasures. Author Kazuo Ishiguro, writer I admire greatly, describes it as a "delicate" exploration of "the beautiful dignity to be found in everyday living." An ordinary, middle-class family of five in 1931 England: the Stevenses: father, mother, and their three children: young adults Dick and Mary, and rowdy ten-year-old Ernie, are preparing for their annual two-week trip to the seaside. They always go there and nowhere else. They always stay at the same boardinghouse. Even the day of packing and preparation is ritualized, scripted according to Mr. Stevens's "Marching Orders." And it is filled with a lovely anticipation pleasurable in itself, as exciting as Christmas Eve, where divergence from hallowed traditions would take some the of the heart out of it. There is a frisson of tension even over the change of train at Clapham Junction: will they make the change? Will they find seats together? Who might sit with them? Even though of course it all comes right. These tiny dramas unspool throughout this gentle story. Mr Stevens relishes his long solo walks on the downs, savors the feel of an open collar, stout walking shoes, and a companionable pipe in the local pub. The family gathers in their bathing cabin (they splurge on one with with a balcony!) to watch the sea and the people. They play games in the arcade, listen to the band. Mary has a desultory flirtation with a young man, which (of course) goes nowhere. An elegiac tone creeps in here and there: the children are growing up. There is a hint that this could be the last of these time-honored holidays. Ernie may build the last of the Stevens sand castles; Dick may go off with some friends next year. Mrs Stevens notes with a pang that the boardinghouse is looking shabby; the ingratiating landlady has aged, looks ill and anxious. And Mrs Stevens, a shy, rather simple woman (whose husband occasionally notices her dropped h's with mild irritation) actually doesn't even like the sea. Her favorite part of every day is her quiet hour in the evening, alone while the others are out and about, with her needlework and a glass of port (for her health), the bottle carefully measured out to last the whole fortnight. Some readers criticize Sherriff's depiction of her as rather empty and inattentive, but I wonder if that was his point: that's the role women had, or at least that was her role in that family in that time - overlooked, unattended, unimportant to the people she devoted her life to. She's the one, after all, who notices the strain the landlady is under as her customers are trickling away: older, alone, and struggling. That's pretty much it. One family, one seaside holiday, one little stream of beloved activities to be cherished, looked forward to, enjoyed, clung to and - ultimately - to be lost. It doesn't seem like much, but beautifully observed, generously respected, it should stir some memories of beloved family traditions in many readers. A wonderful sweet tale of a simpler time. Some of Mr Sherriff's descriptions of feelings about a holiday were so right on I was whisked back in time to my childhood. Though even as an adult the anticipation and the relief after making a connection are just as he sets out. It really brought to life a wonderful fortnight at the seaside. I basked in it. I'm now on a quest to find his other books. I'm very curious after reading the afterward to this volume. This audiobook was read by a woman (including the author's note at the end), so I was quite surprised to find R.C. Sherriff was a man. no reviews | add a review
Meet the Stevens family, as they prepare to embark on their yearly holiday to the coast of England. Mr. and Mrs. Stevens first made the trip to Bognor Regis on their honeymoon, and the tradition has continued ever since. They stay in the same guest house and follow the same carefully honed schedule--now accompanied by their three children, twenty-year-old Mary, seventeen-year-old Dick, and little brother Ernie. Arriving in Bognor they head to Seaview, the guesthouse where they stay every year. It's a bit shabbier than it once was--the landlord has died and his wife is struggling as the number of guests dwindles every year. But the family finds bliss in booking a slightly bigger cabana, with a balcony, and in their rediscovery of the familiar places they visit every year. Mr. Stevens goes on his annual walk across the downs, reflecting on his life, his worries and disappointments, and returns refreshed. Mrs. Stevens treasures an hour spent sitting alone with her medicinal glass of port. Mary has her first small taste of romance. And Dick pulls himself out of the malaise he's sunk into since graduation, resolving to work towards a new career. The Stevenses savor every moment of their holiday, aware that things may not be the same next year. No library descriptions found.
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