Holiday Book Haul
I had to pay a rather absurd amount for overweight luggage, although it was only my suitcase that was 4 kilos overweight, my older son’s suitcase was 4 kilos underweight and my younger son had no suitcase at all. What can I say except: don’t fly TAROM, as they clearly try to rip you off. So what was in my luggage? Of course all the Romanian delicacies that I miss so much when I am back in England: wine, homemade jam and honey, herbs and tea leaves from my mother’s garden, quinces (shame I cannot bring the tasty organic vegetables or cheese or endless array of milk products – kefir, sana, drinkable yoghurt, buttermilk etc.). And, naturally, I had to bring back some Romanian books and DVDs. Romanian cinema is not very well known but highly respected in a small niche community. I got a recent film Child’s Pose, winner of the Golden Bear in Berlin in 2013, which covers pretty much all the topics that interest me: domineering mothers, generational and class conflict, as well as corruption in present-day Romania. I also got two older films from the 1960s by one of the best Romanian directors, Lucian Pintilie: The Forest of the Hanged based on one of my favourite Romanian novels, and The Reconstruction. The latter was named ‘the best Romanian film of all time’ by the Romanian film critics’ association, although it was forbidden during the Communist period because it turned out to be too much of a commentary on the viciousness of an abusive, authoritarian society. There are many beautiful bookshops in Romania nowadays, although not all of my pictures came out well. I certainly lived up to my reputation of not being able to enter any bookshop without buying something! Among the things I bought are Fram and Apolodor, a polar bear and a penguin homesick for their native lands, two children’s books I used to adore and which I am very keen to translate into English and promote for the BookTrust reading scheme for diverse children’s literature In Other Words I succumbed to the lovely hardback edition of Mihail Sebastian’s diary from 1935 to 1944, such a crucial (and sad) time in Romanian history, especially from a Jewish point of view. I got two titles, both family sagas, by female authors that I already know and admire: Ileana Vulpescu and Hortensia Papadat-Bengescu (the latter is sort of our national Virginia Woolf, although not quite as experimental, but she nevertheless dragged Romanian literature into modernity). I also bought some new contemporary writers to try out: Radu Pavel Gheo – Good Night, Kids about emigration and coming back to the ‘home country’, Lavinia Braniste – Internal Zero, a book about young single women in Romania today, Ioana Parvulescu – Life Starts on a Friday, a historical crime novel or time-travelling story. Last but not least, I sneaked back one of my favourite books from my childhood Follow the Footprints by William Mayne. Nobody else seems to have heard of this book or this writer, although he has been described as one of the ‘outstanding and most original children’s authors of the 20th century’. Sadly, in googling him, I discover that he was also imprisoned for two years in 2004 for sexually abusing young girl fans, so that leaves a bitter taste in my fond childhood memory. While in Romania, I received a fairly large pile of books back home in the UK to my cat sitter’s surprise, some for review, some I’d previously ordered. So here are the things which came thudding through my letter-box. I went on a bit of a Murakami Haruki binge following the reading of Killing Commendatore. I suppose because the book was enjoyable but not his best work, I wanted to get my hands on some of my favourites by him that I did not yet own: The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, Sputnik Sweetheart and South of the Border, West of the Sun. Unrelated, and possibly as a result of some Twitter discussion, I went on a Marian Engel binge – a Canadian author I had heard of, but never read. I had to search hard in second-hand stores but found The Honeyman Festival, Lunatic Villas and Bear (I had heard about this last one, the love story between a woman and a bear, and it sounds absolutely bonkers). Meanwhile, I decided I needed to up my game with Chinese women authors, so I bought two Shanghai-based stories of illicit passion, Eileen Chang’s Lust, Caution and Wei Hui’s more contemporary Shanghai Baby. I also read an extract from Anna Dostoevsky’s reminiscences about how she met and fell in love with Dostoevsky on Brainpickings, so I ordered a copy of her out-of-print memoir. I make no bones about being an unabashed fan of Finnish crime writer Antti Tuomainen, but I realised that one of his books was still missing from my shelves – his first to be translated into English (and possibly his darkest) The Healer. And the final, thick tome to make its home on my bedside table is from the Asymptote Book Club. I am very excited to be reading Ahmet Altan’s first book in the Ottoman Quartet – yet another family saga – Like a Sword Wound. Currently imprisoned in Turkey for his alleged involvement in the 2016 coup attempt, Altan (better known in the West as a crusading journalist, but much loved and respected in his homeland for his fiction) is currently working on the final volume of the quartet in prison. Last, but not least, I also received a copy of Flash Fiction Festival Two, a collection of sixty micro fictions written by participants and presenters from the second Flash Fiction Festival in the UK, which I attended (and loved) in Bristol in July. I am delighted to be there among them with a tale about a kitchen!
14 thoughts on “Holiday Book Haul”
I really enjoyed the film of Lust, Caution but somehow the fact that it was a novel passed me by. I’ll look forward to hearing what you make of it!
I’ve had Sputnik Sweetheart and The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle in the TBR for a while so if you get to them hopefully it will give me the nudge I need!
The bookshops look so beautiful 🙂
It might take a while till I get to the Murakami ones, as I’ve read them already, so it would be a reread. I just thought that I would quite like to own them too… But I would love to hear what you make of them.
Those bookshops are so beautiful, Marina Sofia! I can completely see why you couldn’t go in one without getting something. And I’m glad to hear you were able to get some of the things you miss while you were in Romania. Those little things can be so wonderful, can’t they? And as far as the excess luggage cost? I don’t see how you could have left any of those lovely things behind…
Beautiful bookshops, really.
I loved South of the Border, West of the Sun but couldn’t finish The Wind-Up Bird Chronicles. I’m looking forward to hearing your thoughts about them.
Of course I know none of the Romanian writers you mention, that’s certainly a shame.
Congratulations on being among the sixty stories!
Ioana Parvulescu won the EU Literature Prize and has been translated into French.
Ooooh, lovely books and bookshops! And I feel better about my recent acquisitions too! The Anna Dostoevsky memoir is tantalising – I may have to explore a little…
Funnily enough, I actually saw Child’s Pose at the LFF a few years ago. I’m not sure if it ever had a proper release over here in the UK, so that might have been a rare opportunity to see it on the big screen. Anyway, I’m pretty sure you’ll like it. Let me know what you think once you’ve had a chance to watch it. 🙂
You are always way ahead of me when it comes to films. Will be watching it Friday night with friends (Ladies Night In).
Any post about books, bookshops and book libraries can only be lovely, as this post of yours is. I liked the Brasov Bookshop 1 picture. Oh, the possibilities.
I that first picture also in Brasov Bookshop 1? What a beautiful place in which to go shopping. I think I wouldn’t have to buy anything; I’d just be happy to be in there, ….
Yep, we spent quite a bit of time in there just being happy…
Lovely haul, lovely bookshops. I so wish I could access Romanian literature as easily as you do. Enjoy the reading!
Alas, I often feel completely ‘out of it’ with Romanian literature! I tried to order books online and have them shipped over to England, but it cost too much and was often quite tricky logistically.