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Sunday, 07 June 2009


I found it great fun!
It's the only Heyer I've read so I can't comment with any authority, but those who are very familiar with her work maintain it's a novel for older, settled, married people (whereas other GH books appeal more to younger, flightier souls), and I can quite see what they mean.
It's likely pastiche, but I feasted on the detail and was taken up by the plot, however exaggerated the former and neatly convenient the latter may be. As to your 'cappucino approach', Lindsay, I know nothing of milky froth as I take my coffee strong and black, but yes, it's an escapist romp and none the worse for that!

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  • Nothing is of greater consolation to the author of a novel than the disovery of readings he had not conceived but which are then prompted by his readers. (Umberto Eco, Reflections on The Name of the Rose)
  • ... relatively few persons in London ... can afford the luxury of one or more servants. No fewer than 3,700,000 have no servants at all, and of the half million that have servants 227,000 have only one. (The Times, 6 June 1895)
  • Standing among savage scenery, the hotel offers stupendous revelations. There is a French widow in every bedroom, affording delightful prospects. (Tyrolean inn brochure, according to Gerard Hoffnung)
  • (A doctor is at an elderly relative's deathbed) "The old sawbones, eh?" he bellowed ... "Just in the nick, perhaps. Haul the old girl back by the short hairs, if you ask me. Devilish smart at his work ... Always take a fence with more confidence when I know he's out with us."
  • Too often, when a man of Monty Godkin's mental powers is plunged in thought, nothing happens at all. The machinery just whirs for a while, and that is the end of it. (P G Wodehouse, Heavy Weather)
  • ...the breed that take their pleasures as Saint Laurence took his grid (Kipling, The Five nations)

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