We try to be good, but we can't, and occasionally we indulge in the trashiest sort of fiction... I couldn't resist buying Dodie Smith's I Capture the Castle. For a simple reason: my mother's nickname is Dodie. Written in 1948, it is a very self-conscious and deliberate heir to Jane Austen. Very trashy, pretty decent writing. By the end it becomes tedious. But her descriptions of the "mad" father's attempt to follow up with a sequel to his literary bestseller Jacob Wrestling is really interested and quite modernists.
Anyway, they made the novel into a movie a couple years ago, which I have no interest in watching. But if you want something a little different for night-time reading, this book is it.
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