Days like these

Weather like this (clear, blue sky and sunshine, even if it's not overly warm) improves my mood but also serves as a reminder. The words 'sunken lawn', 'park barbecues' and 'cheeky cigarette' remind me of being a Lady of Leisure (or, a student with a dissertation, assignments and a job). I don't think that's all, though. What I'd like to do, what it'll achieve and what I can do shouldn't, and won't, be forgotten.

I will elaborate soon.

Suki the Sim

Sometimes I feel like a Sim.

I love that I've just written that sentence. It's true, though. I picture my 'quotas' of certain necessities and luxuries. For example, if I've not left the house one day, my cabin fever quickly sets in and I imagine that my 'room' and 'social' quotas are lacking. Last week, I think I exhausted my stamina and mental concentration bars. I think this week I've already used up my bravery.

The more complex ones are harder to top up but loud music, a strutting walk home and great one liners seem to have done the trick. A friend from work masterfully made me cry with one text message, then laugh with the next. I think that says more about my topsy-turvy self than his genius, though.

I'm pretty happy February's drawing to a close.  If I could make requests of March I'd ask it to be more like December and January than February.  And if it even gets close to resembling September I think I may have to attack it with some scary mclairy spiky heels.

My eloquence is fast fading. Perhaps I need to top up my food quota.

Pogo - master of taking the essence of a film or mood

and making it even better.

'Without books I'm nothing'

The title of this post is a quotation from Jeanette Winterson's live webchat with the Guardian last week. I love Jeanette Winterson. I'd read Oranges quite a few years ago and rediscovered her in 2010, when my then boyfriend recommended some of her others the day after we met. I've since read The Passion, Sexing The Cherry and the wonderfully moving Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?, which my friend Alice has just read and also adored. Alice has been working on a great literary web venture, which I will link to when it's a little more complete - I don't think the site is finished yet. Jeanette's webchat was great to follow - I find her views incredibly interesting and feel embarrassingly ignorant when I see how passionate and well-read she is.

I've been meaning to post a small continuation of the post about love for literary characters. Thinking about it more made me question whether unrequited love can sometimes be similar to literary love - it's a fantasy in which the inflicted tends to fill in the gaps or unknowns. Maybe that's true of requited love also. Having not been in love for years, I can't really say.

The final few mentions then.

My same sex desire was for Sappho in Sappho's Leap by Erica Jong, which I really must reread. Sappho's love (both of song/words and a man she hadn't seen for many years) drove her on through all the strife and trials faced in Greek mythology. As a quick background, Sappho was an Ancient Greek poet from the island of Lesbos. Little about her life is known but I've been told that her affairs with both men and women (very common in Ancient Greece - their attitudes towards sex are very interesting and probably sensible), combined with the name of the island she's from, gave birth to the word 'lesbian' as a term to describe a sexuality. Only fragments of Sappho's poetry and songs survive but many were shaped around love. The legend tells that she jumped off a rock to her death due to her unrequited love for Phaon, a young man. Erica Jong gives Sappho a voice - much like Margaret Atwood does for Penelope in The Penelopiad which I've also read recently.

I think I had strong feelings for the passionate 'violet-haired, pure, honey-smiling Sappho'. She showed resilience and faith and had some great lyrics, as well as one-liners such as 'are you challenging me to grant you the gift of my virginity?'

I asked a friend from work his thoughts on falling in love with fictional characters. His first answer was 'Lady Macbeth'! When I implored him to be serious, he admitted to having loved Trillian from The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy. I read that years ago and can't really remember her character. I think she was quite gutsy by comparison to Arthur Dent who could, at times, be a little pathetic. That may be harsh, though - I'm not sure how strong I'd be if I learnt my world had just been 'built on' and all I had was a towel.

It's great to have some more ladies on the list. I'm sure I've loved as many ladies as men. I'm currently listening to Dickens' David Copperfield and Miss Betsey Trotwood is incredible!

This post feels slightly wordy, yet it's difficult to post images and clips when thinking along literary lines. This lovely little song can be a reward for anyone who may read this, plus it fits in very slightly. Julia blames Hollywood. I blame literature and happy endings.

Feel like running

I've had these lyrics floating through my mind for two days. It's beautiful but sad.

I wrote my name in your book

Only God knows why
And I bet you that he cracked a smile.

And I'm clearing all the stuff out of my room

Trying desperately to figure out what is that makes me blue.
And I wrote an epic letter to you - and it's twenty-two pages front and back
But it's too good to be used.

And I try to be a girl who likes to be used
I'm too good for that; there's a mind under this hat.

Laura, you silly lady.

'If you go home with somebody and they don't have books, don't fuck them' - John Waters

I love literature. Anyone who knows me is aware that, like a lot of people, I'll always have three or four (or twelve) books by my bed. They're roughly divided into books I've just read and need to put away, library/borrowed books that I've read and need to return, books I've started reading, but am having a break from, books I've yet to start reading and books I'm currently reading. That's quite a list and a never-ending cycle.

It's not uncommon to read consistently and devour book after book but it's probably less common to have to tell your eight or nine year old child that you're worried she's addicted to Enid Blyton. Sorry Mother. But addicted I wasn't, as the slightly dramatic packing of Blyton into a box (that I never saw again) demonstrated. It may be considered strange that a woman so quick to defend 'modern' women in discussions about many 'feminist' ideas (both words have very subjective definitions) grew up reading such dated novels (and some of them are incredibly dated). However, that was a lot of my early childhood. I don't think that all Blyton is dated - I bet some children in the twenty-first century will enjoy reading about the adventures toys and dolls had in the nursery (Toy Story, anyone?), but her writing style is very much of its time. I digress.

Any excuse

A few weeks ago, I remembered a fantasy trilogy I'd read in 2006. I stumbled across it through someone named Kit, who was part of my team volunteering in Australia. Kit had the second book of the Tyrants and Kings trilogy with him that week and, having started that one, I quickly moved on to the first as soon as we were back in our Port Macquarie lodgings. I don't think the books were that successful in this country -it took me weeks to track down the third once I returned to the UK- but I really enjoyed them. Amazon describes Richius Vantran as a 'complicted' hero: 'brave yet sensitive'. I remember having a big 'crush' on him. His unyielding love for Dyana and their daughter probably had an impact on my view of him, yet I struggle to find a word to describe it. 'Crush' is such an Americanism and has little meaning to me, yet anything like 'love', 'lust' or 'fancy' doesn't sound quite right either. More to the point,  what do I mean when I say I had feelings for him? I know several people who would laugh if I said I fell in love with a character from a book but I became very interested in the idea, the more I thought about other books I'd read.

Being in love (and that is how I'm going to refer to it) with a character from a book is, I think, often confused with liking an actor who portrayed the character in an adaptation. When I started asking friends about this, I felt the need to justify: 'I don't mean from a film or television adaptation: do you remember Mr Darcy before Colin Firth? Did you realise he existed before Colin Firth?'. I first read Pride and Prejudice when I was fourteen and I can't remember whether I'd seen the BBC adaptation already. I don't think I had but it makes little difference, as I can't remember whether I loved Mr Darcy or not. I feel the need to post 'the lake scene', purely to clarify that my thoughts are related to pages not screen.

Purely for clarification, you do understand.

Tyrants and Kings has not been adapted as far as I know. I adored Richius because of his passion, his bravery, his loyalty and his love. But it's not just him. I've fallen in love with a number of characters from books, and my friends and sisters have too.

Many of the characters are the heroes of our beloved heroines. Sense and Sensibility is, it seems, far less read than Pride and Prejudice and Elinor and Edward understated when compared to Elizabeth and Darcy. Yet I loved Edward. Handsome, shy, steadfastly true to his word and noble, I think I cried when Elinor and he finally got engaged. I was gutted to find out that Hugh Grant played him in the 1990s film. To me, that is not Edward.

A couple of my friends named Heathcliff. I think if you love Heathcliff (and here I feel the need to confess that I've still not read Wuthering Heights), you have to accept Cathy too. Without reading the book I can't comment on their relationship fully, but it seems you cannot have one without the other. Dramatic, bitter, painful, passionate and tragic, I think there's a lot to be read about the fact their relationship is so idolised. I think it very likely I'd fall in love with him.

Naturally some of us fell in lust with the characters as well as in love. Maybe it's partly because he teased Jane and was at times rather unkind to her that we loved Mr Rochester. As my friend Jen said, he's the 'kind of guy who'd throw you down rather than daintily kiss your hand'. But there was more to him than the dark, dangerous, slightly bad boy (although, naturally, he's humbled, almost tamed, by Jane and the fire at the end of the novel). He's loyal, protective and damaged too. Very different to many of the gentlemen we come across in other novels of the time.

Another tragic couple were Robbie and Cecilia in Atonement. I don't have space to elaborate on their many years and the web spun by that moment but my friend Cath summarised one reason for desiring Robbie rather eloquently: with the word 'library'. Yes!

One of the reasons I'm pleased I asked the question on Facebook was the range of response I got. After a little nudging, I found out that various male friends loved Tess D'urbiville (yet another tragic character), Dorian Gray (Harry also liked Rebecca, apparently - falling in love with this all-powerful, haunting yet absent character's something only he would do), Hermione Granger (I can see it: brave, strong, intelligent and keeps two rather useless males in line) and Lolita (yes, that is disturbing, Stephen).

I was both amused and amazed to read that friends Charlie and Chloe were in loved with Dickon (The Secret Garden) and Dick (The Famous Five) - I thought I was the only one! My sister Sophie also reminded me of a long-lost love in Laurie from Little Women. Now that is a book that needs re-reading (and a film that needs re-watching, with a box of tissues and some waterproof mascara).

Ladies, you can get a badge of his face from a site named RS Collect. Wow!

My question and the answers I received entertained and intrigued me. I'm very pleased to have some new characters to meet.  Chloe also named Giles Winterbourne from Thomas Hardy's The Woodlanders, and Emma named Tea Cake from Their Eyes Were Watching God and Marion (a man) in Cutting For Stone - none of whom I've yet come across.

I've just noticed the names 'Stanley Crandall' and 'Sappho' at the bottom of my page. I'll have to come back to those two. Literature, it seems, is bursting with characters to fall in with. It's the fantasy, I think. Gaps are filled in by the imagination and an ideal is created. Who really cares, though? They're hot and we heart them.

Yellow

Sometimes, when it's hard, when it's sneaked up on me and caught me, I wish I were brainless and soulless. I could just eat and fuck and sleep and preen and shit.



It's somehow somewhere between the Moody Blues and Holly Golightly's Mean Reds.
I now call them the Harsh Yellows.
And I just want to put that film on and pull the covers over my head.
And that's what I'm going to do tonight.

And on with 2012...

I seem to have made several resolutions subconsciously this year. I've never tried to give anything up or make huge changes to my life, but a few little things seem to have slipped in:

1. I don't want to waste my time in ways I did in 2010 and 2011. Essentially, this means thinking about the ways my efforts and energy are being spent. I want to be more proactive, and I've found myself nipping a couple of things in the bud (gosh, I just typed that phrase without thinking) already. Fair-weathered friends need not apply. I don't want to waste my time on you.

I really couldn't resist posting this, just for the line

'I don't want to waste my time..'

   
     2.  Already I seem to be making good use of my weekends. Five days' work and just two day weekends has always seemed a slightly unfair balance, but making sure I get the most out of those two days is so worth it. I've seen some great friends and really enjoyed the beautiful winter sun and that's a kind of therapy in itself.

     3. PLAN. And this I'm doing so far, slowly but surely.

I've been lucky enough to see nearly everyone I love over the last month. I haven't seen lovely Katie and I didn't see my Auntie Lis on Skype over Christmas, but I think everyone else featured, and this makes me very very happy. The important people are my life's constants... and I know they will always be there. They're the ones to bother with.

The word 'constant' brings to mind a friend of sorts who is leaving Bristol soon. It's pretty strange to think about, as it's a  permanent change, effectively moving someone out of my life who has been around for three and a half years. I don't know how big an impact it will have (very little for them, I'd imagine), but I think we've been helpful to one another the last few months, at times we've both needed it.

The next few months, then, should be interesting. The next few blog posts? Who knows. I have a cheeky little literature based post I'm putting together mentally at the moment, so hopefully that will transfer to screen soon. My audience of one (hi fan!) should enjoy that.