Two Memorable Books

May 7th, 2013

The Light Between OceansI recently enjoyed reading the two following books for the book discussion group I belong to.  Both are by Australian authors, and both of were long listed for this year’s Miles Franklin Award, but neither made the short list.  However, that doesn’t diminish their stature, and both relate to the impact of WorldWar I on our newly independent nation.  Although ‘independent’, Australia was still part of The British Empire, and as such rushed to support the allied war effort by supplying troops representing a large percentage of our young men.  That war was brutal leading to people feeling it must be the war to end wars.  It didn’t of course.

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 Through the central character Tom, this interesting story provides a sensitive look at how WWI affected men who returned home ‘unscathed’ , that is, appearing to be of sound limb perhaps, but very emotionally disturbed by their war experiences.  Tom’s insight into his own state of mind leads him to expect to take a long time to heal. Many returning soldiers had little understanding of this and found little true understanding among people around them of how war scars psyches as well as bodies.
Quoting from the blurb on GoodReads:  “After four harrowing years on the Western Front, Tom Sherbourne returns to Australia and takes a job as the lighthouse keeper on Janus Rock, nearly half a day’s journey from the coast. To this isolated island, where the supply boat comes once a season and shore leaves are granted every other year at best, Tom brings a young, bold, and loving wife, Isabel. Years later, after two miscarriages and one stillbirth, the grieving Isabel hears a baby’s cries on the wind. A boat has washed up onshore carrying a dead man and a living baby.
Tom, whose records as a lighthouse keeper are meticulous and whose moral principles have withstood a horrific war, wants to report the man and infant immediately. But Isabel has taken the tiny baby to her breast. Against Tom’s judgment, they claim her as their own and name her Lucy. When she is two, Tom and Isabel return to the mainland and are reminded that there are other people in the world. Their choice has devastated one of them”.
Lucy’s natural mother, still lives in the small coastal town where Isabel grew up, from which the annual supply boat to the lighthouse is based, from where the boat with baby and father aboard set out, and she has never accepted that her daughter could be, indeed most likely is, dead.  Gradually, and its complicated (but at no time too complicated to follow) she learns that her husband died but that the baby was rescued.  As the story unfolds further we learn a lot about her life and how the father and baby came to be adrift at sea in a boat, and the incedible luck that the boat washed up on the rock/island it did.  The lives of all people surviving this strange but interesting set of events are set totally upside down, at times incredibly tragically, however the whole saga ends with a note of hope.  Like a richly woven multicoloured brocade – this book is enjoyable on so many levels, including vignettes of 1920′s Australian social values, the role of isolation and communication in our nation building era, and fascinating accounts of the now vanished way of life of the lighthouse keepers around our coasts, and so much more.   This is a fantastic first novel. and Margot Stedman’s next work will be eagerly awaited by many.

We also recently discussed Tom Kenneally’s  book, The Daughters of Mars which I thoroughly enjoyed. as did most others in the group.  It’s an intriguing story of fiction based on actual accounts in letters and wartime diaries of several Australian soldiers and nurses nurses involved in Egypt, Greece, France and UK

Quoting again from GoodReads’ blurb:     “From the acclaimed author of Schindler’s List, the epic, unforgettable story of two sisters from Australia, both trained nurses, whose lives are transformed by the cataclysm of the first World War. In 1915, two spirited Australian sisters join the war effort as nurses, escaping the confines of their father’s farm and carrying a guilty secret with them. Used to tending the sick as they are, nothing could have prepared them for what they confront, first near Gallipoli, then on the Western Front.  Yet amid the carnage, Naomi and Sally Durance become the friends they never were at home and find themselves courageous in the face of extreme danger, as well as the hostility they encounter from some on their own side. There is great bravery, humor, and compassion, too, and the inspiring example of the remarkable women they serve alongside. In France, where Naomi nurses in a hospital set up by the eccentric Lady Tarlton while Sally works in a casualty clearing station, each meets an exceptional man: the kind of men for whom they might give up some of their precious independence—if only they all survive.”I’m quite a Tom Kenneally fan from way back and this was one of his best.

Winter Clothes Time

May 2nd, 2013

Today it’s raining – not yet cold but I think we’ll be having our first fire in the next day or so for sure.  I received this new scarf and glove set in an end of year secret santa exchange -  I have fellow mahjong player Sally-Anne to thank for them  – they’re black and animal print, my favourite colour!

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I’m wondering if it’s possible to wear just too many animal prints in the same outfit?  Because I have a nice warm jacket, and an angora beret in black/grey, both in charcoal/black jungle print and they go together well – however adding the scarf plus trimmed gloves to that might all be a bit much!  Oh, and I have a couple of pairs of animal print jeans and pants …

The Leaning Tower of Carrasco

April 15th, 2013

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In this shot of the Casino Hotel Carrasco taken from the other side of the Rambla (esplanade) the hotel  was nearing the final competion of the massive restoration project that has just been finished – at last.   It first opened in 1921, and became an iconic building within the city of Montevideo, but after many years of gradual decline, the hotel finally closed about 17 years ago and stood forlornly looking out over the River Plate as it crumbled in situ here in Carrasco at the eastern end of Montevideo, 10 minutes from the airport.   Down the ensuing years several attempts to carry out the massive restoration job fell through, one after the other, so that locals became rather used to the huge abandoned building in which the actual casino part continued to function, until that was closed to enable the restoration to begin, again.  But this time the job was completed.   It took several years, perhaps 3, for this grand, fin de siecle hotel to be transformed as a modern 5 star hotel.  We never did get our invitation to the gala opening ….. but I heard that was very political, and so we’d have been out of our league, but we enjoyed the fireworks anyway.  One of my friend’s sons is a manager there, but even she couldn’t wangle an invite, either.

But I’ve noticed one strange thing about it – walking on the beach about a year ago, heading westwards towards the hotel, I saw for the first time that the two ‘towers’ on top are not parallel, and my keen quilter’s eye detected a lean of perhaps 3-4 degrees off vertical in the western tower.  It’s hard to photograph because if you get up closer you can’t see it properly, but I took this recent pic in favourable early morning light:

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No one I’ve talked to seems to have noticed or have any idea about it, and so I have no idea if something happened many years ago or if it is moving ever so slowly, like the Tower of Pisa, Italy !!  think I’ll get a confirmation of the situation before I spend time there …

So far, like many people thronging around the complex, we’ve been in to have a look around, but haven’t yet had lunch, dinner, or spent a night there.  Rooms start at, well, 5 star prices ;-p and gorgeous suites can be had for the thousands of dollars according to the website!  It looks lovely.  You can phone up and have a guided tour of the hotel, which we might do sometime.

In the Casino, much like other casinos, really,  there’s garish lighting of course, typical of casinos everywhere, and not many places to sit, but I thought these chairs looked very a nice, stylish shape, though I wasn’t mad about the upholstery fabric which on one chair was aready showing a split seam at a corner.   I do think leather would have been far classier, as they produce heaps of really lovely leather in this country – colours, textures, stamped designs, beautiful.

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Of course I tried one for comfort, and am sorry to report these are the most dreadfully uncomfortable chairs I have ever sat in – well, more like ’perched on’, really, as the back rest is so far back at a difficult angle which leaves you literally sprawling in the chair – horribly uncomfortable, and there’s no way to sit in a ladylike manner.  Mike commented they don’t want you sitting around the gambling areas, anyway…. and he has a point.

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Creative Knitted Art – A Golliwog!

April 8th, 2013

Since the height of their popularity in C19 and C20, the popularity of golliwogs as toys has declined as the opolitical incorrectness of their use as anti-cultural icons has increased.  From Wikipedia – where there is a lot of interesting reading if you wish to pursue the subject:”The golliwog, golliwogg or golly was a black character in children’s books in the late 19th century usually depicted as a type of rag doll. It was reproduced, both by commercial and hobby toy-makers as a children’s toy called the “golliwog”, and had great popularity in North America, Europe and Australia into the 1970s. The doll is characterised by black skin, eyes rimmed in white, clown lips, and frizzy hair. While home-made golliwogs were sometimes female, the golliwog was generally male.

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This fellow, from Graciela’s collection, doesn’t quite conform to the type descriptor above – but we recognise him, anyway, as one of these figures.  And, to me he looks rather Uruguayan, not just because his wristband says so, but his headgear and short dreadlocks are somewhat reminiscent of candombe drummers, whose music is listed as a World Cultural Heritage from the Rio Plate area.

Creative Knitted Art – Charlie!

March 31st, 2013

This muneca (doll) propped up on the couch is the second of a group I have acquired from a creative knitter, textile artist, who sells her creations on a couple of the regular street markets in Montevideo.  And, I think she has done a lovely job producing the unmistakeable Charlie Chaplin. That’s his bendy walking cane he’s holding in his hands.

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When I asked, she told me she works out the patterns herself, and that each one this size, about 45cm, takes at least a whole day to make, often more  depending on the detail.  Some of her designs require specific colours and patterns in their clothing which makes them more finnicky.  Some parts are machine knitted and other parts, the smaller segments of the design, are hand knitted. The facial features of course, are stitched by hand.

I have one more, so far, to show you in a few days’ time, and I have decided that they would be a fun wall display in the downstairs loo aka here as ‘social bathroom / bano social.