To The Lighthouse


To The Lighthouse – Virginia Woolf

First Published: 1927

This Edition: 2002, Wordsworth Editions Limited

From the back of the book:  “This simple and haunting story captures the transience of life and its surrounding emotions.”

Thoughts:  I’m not sure what I was expecting with To The Lighthouse, but it took me a while to get into it. It is beautifully written, but I prefer novels with a little more forward motion. I think I’m just too easily distracted for Virginia Woolf; by the time I’ve read a few paragraphs inside one person’s head, I’m not ready to skip to somebody else’s point of view, nor can I remember who else’s there is to skip to.

That said, the writing is fabulous. With lines like

“At the same time these lovers, these people entering into illusion glittering eyed, must be danced round with mockery, decorated with garlands.”

it’s easy to see that this is a book worth poring over. The characters are so fleshed out that I found myself getting hooked towards the end, but if you’re looking for a packed plotline it’s probably not the right book to go for.

Perhaps I’d have enjoyed it more as a literature student.

Edibility Rating: 3 Monster Points

Favourite Line: “Through the open window the voice of the beauty of the world came murmuring, too softly to hear exactly what it said – but what mattered if the meaning were plain?”

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The Size of the World


The Size of the World – Branco Andic

First Published: In Serbian as Velicina sveta, by Prosveta, 2008

This Edition: 2015, Geopoetika Publishing

From the back of the book:  “The Size of the World offers a finely structured story about a world long gone but forever existing in its protagonists. It depicts Andic’s experience of growing up and coming of age in the former Yugoslavia, from the early 1960s till the late 1980s, presenting an image of a typical Yugoslave childhood of the time, with some notable differences that formed the author’s character and his world-view…This portrait of the artist as a young and somewhat older man is a pleasure to read.”

Thoughts:  I picked this book up in one of many busy, bustling bookshops in Belgrade. As our book stores dwindle in the UK, it was refreshing to watch people milling around the stands, picking up titles and inspecting them carefully before making their choices. My own choice was somewhat restricted by the fact that I cannot read Serbian, but a selection of translated prose gave me access to some modern and classic works, and I am very grateful for the opportunity.

I’m still not entirely sure if this book is fiction or not. If it is not, then it is a piece of non-fiction written in the style of fiction, and it works fabulously.

The protagonist is now an adult, but reflections on his own childhood act as a background for reflection on his son’s coming of age as, his own ever-increasing maturity and the early experiences of his father.

A sporting theme recurs throughout, from trying to engage his teenage son, to idolising his dad as one of the finest swimmers on the beach. How can you not be one of the greatest when you’re wearing hand-decorated swimming trunks? But the sport really serves to illustrate the subtleties of family relationships. The trophy on the cabinet: Do you allow your son to believe it was from an Olympic race, or admit that perhaps dad isn’t the champion you think he is?

Alcohol is another topic to create a wake-up call. Surely, from a family of wine-makers, the traditions and tastes will be passed through the generations? How is Dad supposed to act then, when his son’s first alcoholic request (and the second, and the third,) is for beer?

Some of the memories visited are touching, and some made me cringe. There is a finely portrayed moment where the child gets it so wrong. But that’s what happens as you grow up, sometimes you put your foot in it, and it’s unfair to expect a little person to understand the difference between having some money and being a millionaire. Still, the scene on holiday where the penny drops recalled to my mind moments in my own childhood where a misunderstanding left me confused and wondering why people were pulling funny faces at my comments.

The tiny moments of victory experienced within a family are cherished in this book. When your own festive calendar doesn’t match with celebrations authorised by the state, it must be a huge internal struggle. But reading about how the family managed to balance what had to be done, with what they felt they should do, really makes me grateful for never having encountered such dilemmas.

I am very pleased with my random selection, and will keep an eye out for other translations from Geopoetika.

Edibility Rating: 3 Monster Points

Favourite Line: “Only amateurs and self-important tourists count miles. For travellers by trade, they just fill in the space from here to there.”

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Breakfast At Tiffany’s

Breakfast at Tiffany’s – Truman Capote

First Published: 1958, by Random House.

This Edition: 2000, Penguin Classics

From the back of the book: “It’s New York in the 1940s, where martinis flow from cocktail hour till Breakfast at Tiffany’s. And nice girls don’t, except, of course, Holly Golightly. Pursued by Mafia gangsters and playboy millionaires, Holly is a fragile eyeful of tawny hair and turned-up nose, a heart-breaker, a perplexer, a traveller, a tease. She is irrepressibly ‘top banana in the shock department’, and one of the shining flowers of American fiction”

Thoughts: Audrey Hepburn posters on university hall walls and that song by Deep Blue Something, circa 1995, are what spring to mind when somebody says ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’, but I’d never read the book. I have now.

Refreshingly, it’s a novella, so for those of you who like a quick read, this is perfect. Truman Capote catapults the reader into 1940s Manhattan, to the narrator’s first brownstone apartment. Downstairs lives curious Holly Golightly. They frequent the same bar on Lexington Avenue, run by the sullen and slightly uncomfortable Joe Bell, under the guise of using the telephone, but more than a few drinks seem to disappear in the process.

Tales of Holly’s maturing gentleman friends, oddballs that she may or may not end up marrying and bizarre social gatherings were enough to entertain me on their own, but her visits to an elderly mafia man in prison add a welcome sharp edge to the otherwise idyllic party scene in glitzy New York. The fact that he is named Sally Tomato and is almost certainly up to no good are bonus points.

If you’re a fan of the movie, you will notice some major differences. The most obvious to me is the change in Holly’s character. In the film, I have to admit she almost gets on my nerves with her slightly flaky approach to life. Here, in the depths of the original story, you can untangle that character properly. Dark, lonely, egocentric and using logic that only Holly can truly make sense of, Capote has created a character that would merit several more chapters, but we have to make do with a short story. It is, however, extremely well written.

In this edition, we’re also treated to three short stories to follow the main Novella. House of Flowers, A Diamond Guitar and A Christmas Memory.

Edibility Rating: 4 Monster Points

Favourite Line: “He perched up there with the balance of a bird, his paws tangled in her hair as if it were knitting yarn; and yet, despite these amiable antics, it was a grim cat with a pirate’s cut-throat face; one eye was gluey-blind, the other sparkled with dark deeds.”

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