A Tree-less Christmas
It’s a tree-less Christmas this year. We do not have a tree.
Due to the Northern California fires and the drought, fresh trees are very expensive. And because they’ve traveled a great distance –they all looked pretty beat up. We’re still reluctant to go the artificial tree route, so we decided to rethink Christmas decorations this year.
First, we put lights on big wreath and hung it in our front window, thereby maintaining some street cred on our city block.
Then I gathered my collection of pine cones from our Sierra hiking trips and created a little Christmas tableau in what we grandly call the library, but, in actuality is just a small and cozy reading nook.
Thought you might like to see some photos.
I pricked my poor fingers jimmying all the little lights into the pine cones, until I had them just right. Then, I dug out my favorite vintage Christmas and Scandinavian cards and hung them.
Interspersed with some birch bark candles and cute singing robins. Well, it feels like Christmas in our cozy little house.
It turned out quite pretty, if I do say so myself…and I gaze upon it happily each evening, as it’s just across from my reading chair.
Enjoy your own holiday decorations~~ tree or no tree.
Just Passing Through
Throughout the year, I collect Christmas books at the library book sales and from my favorite book store. These books are often planned as Christmas gifts and, as such, are just passing through my little book filled house.
The weeks before Christmas are busy, and I don’t have a lot of time to read, so I pick through my stack of Christmas gift books, ready to be wrapped, choosing short ones to read just before bed.
Here are three that are sure to please my intended recipients and perhaps yours as well:
The Mysterious Toyshop by Cyril W. Beaumont
This lovely little book will please not only older children, but also adults. Written in 1924, The Mysterious Toyshop is a compelling example of relatively early science fiction, combined with a bit of the Brother’s Grimm. Written in Victorian style, the book tells the tale of a wonderful toyshop that suddenly appears in an abandoned building in a small village, run by an equally curious toymaker. The toys are mechanical and uniquely magical. And the shop itself – well, just read this description:
It was a long rambling room, bull of bends and corners that seemed to say: “You loose yourself if you’re not careful. The first object to meet the eye was a large doll places just inside the doorway. [Its] arm was outstretched and held a silver wand which pointed towards a long glass-covered counter, heaped with objects to tempt the most exacting child. The walls were lined with shelves and cases full of toys and bright coloured boxes, with their lids raised ever so slightly to afford a tantalizing peep at the treasure within. The ceiling was dazzling in its light and colour, for it was covered with convex and concave mirrors.
The townspeople are bewildered by the toymaker who only sells some of the toys, some of the time, to some of the customers —
…the more pressing a the customer became the more evasive would be the toymakers replies.
Those fortunate enough to purchase one of these mechanical wonders, host parties to show off their acquisitions.
Then, an pompous aristocrat demands that a toy be made exactly for him, but the old toymaker resists. He does not take commissions, the aristocrat makes a fuss and the toyshop disappears as mysteriously as it appeared.
I fell hard for this book based on illustrations
A short, very interesting story and perfect for reading aloud to both children and adults. I know just the parents and child…in a few years.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
The Christmas Rose by Sepp Bauer ~~Illustrated by
Like the previous volume, I was taken with the cover and exquisite illustrations for this little fairy tale. First published in Germany in the 1920’s, this advent story is told in parts one for each day from Saint Nikolaus’s Day – December 6 to Christmas Eve.
A classic tale of two little children who must find a blossom from the only rose that blooms at Christmas, as one whiff of this rose will cure their father’s illness.
The illustrations are pure enchantment, which I think any child will love, I know I did.
This goes to a German friend and proud grandmother.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
The Mistletoe Murder by P.D. James
I have read everything – yes everything written by P.D. James, so I was all in when these previously unknown stories were published after her death.
So grab a cup of cocoa and light the fire…this is a quick read to cozy up with any night during the holiday season.
The title story is a classic drawing room murder, complete with a body found in a locked library. But as always, the author’s descriptions of place lift her writing beyond the common place mystery story:
…[my first sight of Stutleigh Manor]. It loomed up out of the darkness, a stark shape against a grey sky pierced with a few high stars. And then the moon moved from behind a cloud and the house was revealed; beauty, symmetry and mystery bathed in white light.
Our narrator looks back 52 years to a Christmas spent at her grandmothers manor and a suspicious death. Now the successful crime writer, the only member of the family still alive, can tell the real story.
The manor is creepy, the Christmas decorations sparse – just a few sprigs of holly here and there, and our narrator is suspicious of one of the guests. The story is riveting, and despite who you think did it, I’m guessing you’ll be surprised by the last sentence.
The second story, A Very Commonplace Murder is Ms. James at her creepy best. A psychological study of a voyeur who cleverly convinces himself, and the reader, he is doing the right thing by keeping silent about something evil he observed. Again, the ending will surprise.
The final two stories The Boxdale Inheritance and The Twelve Clues of Christmas feature a young Adam Daglish – bumbling through a crime in the first story and, in contrast, amusing and clever in the last.
While these are short yet complex stories, and, as in her novels, Ms. James always delivers a sly twist — that we never see coming — but rather than feeling duped we are totally entertained.
This went to one of my biggest Book Barmy fans, my mother.
In the Dark Streets Shineth by David McCullough
In the Dark Streets Shineth packs alot of Christmas spirit in a very small book.
Written by author and historian David McCullough, it recounts the infamous meeting of Churchill and Roosevelt during Christmas of 1941.
Churchill traveled in great secrecy and at considerable risk across the ocean to meet with President Franklin D. Roosevelt.
Roosevelt poses the question; How we can celebrate Christmas because of the war?”
And, so they both spoke from the Whitehouse balcony to a crowd at twilight Christmas Eve. A reporter notes
A crescent moon hung overhead. To the southward loomed the Washington Monument …as the sun dipped behind the Virginia hills.
Both speeches are in the book so I’ll only quote a few lines which moved me.
Our strongest weapon in this war is that conviction of the dignity and brotherhood of man which Christmas Day signifies. Roosevelt
Therefore we may cast aside for this night at least the cares and dangers which beset us, and make for children an evening of happiness in a world of storm. Churchill
Christmas morning, Churchill and Roosevelt attended Christmas services together and they sang Oh Little town of Bethlehem, which Churchill had never heard before.
The book has numerous and rare photos from the World War II meeting — photos of the meeting but also of the Roosevelt family celebrating in the Whitehouse.
Here they are on the White House Balcony…
The book goes on to share the stories behind the traditional Christmas carols ~~ Oh Little town of Bethlehem and I’ll be Home for Christmas.
There’s a DVD included with this book — in it, David McCullough presents the story at the Mormon Tabernacle Choir’s 2009 Christmas concert.
See what I mean? Quite the little book, and well worth adding to your Christmas book collection.
North Wind Manor by T. L. Chasse
My mother in law hailed from Maine and years ago we read and exchanged a series of books by Elizabeth Ogilive — romantic mysteries set in the small villages and islands of Maine. Ever since then, and because she was one of my favorite people, I have a soft spot towards anything set in Maine.
So when North Wind Manor came across my radar — just look at that cover — I broke my own rule and asked the author for a copy of this self-published debut to review here on Book Barmy. Happily, Ms. Chasse agreed and I closed the last chapter just the other night with a sigh of contentment.
Turns out this was a lovely first read for my holiday reading season.
Katie escapes her abusive step-father, to live with her long-lost grandparents in New Hampshire. On her way, she gets off the bus at a rest stop and mistakenly gets back on a different bus headed to Maine. Confused, without any belongings, and sick with flu, she arrives in the village of Vintage, Maine and is rescued by Bobby, who himself was rescued by an elderly man named Harry.
Harry has recently died and left his home, North Wind Manor to Bobby who befriended him. Bobby now has a large home and opens up a private room and bath to Katie as she recovers her health.
Bobby and Katie form a sweet friendship and Bobby’s funny and gentle manner slowly wins Katie’s cautious affection. With Katie, we are taken into the comforting arms of small town Vintage, Maine and Bobby’s friends and relatives. Once recovered, Katie finds a job at the local diner where she slowly starts to feel part of the village.
Beneath all this happiness, Katie knows she can’t stay forever, so she contacts her grandparents in New Hampshire. Arrangements are made for her to go and stay with them for a bit. Here the story takes an unexpected turn. I will tell you no more — other than there’s a heroic rescue, interesting characters, and some exiting events.
North Wind Manor is a delightful, non-violent story, populated with real characters. It is a credit to Ms. Chasse’s pacing that I found myself turning the pages, just as with a thriller, to be sure everything turned out alright – and you can trust me, everything does.
Some of my favorite bits were the descriptions of the Maine weather and the lovely coziness of being snowed-in (as if snowed in myself, I cuddled up with a cup of cocoa). I liked the characters and enjoyed their dialogue which is sprinkled with gentle humor and insight. There’s a wonderful homage to Beauty and the Beast when Bobby shows Katie his library. But the best thing about North Wind Manor is the storyline — love found, then lost, the value of friends and community — and finding one’s real family in an unexpected place.
If there are any editors or publishers reading this, you’ll want to keep an eye on Ms. Chasse. While still a bit raw around the edges, she has excellent pacing and is a natural storyteller. In my humble opinion, Ms. Chasse and her Vintage, Maine books have the potential of becoming a best-selling series.
Thank you to the author for providing me with a copy of the book in exchange for an honest and non-compensated review.
Packages are mailed, cards sent, and now I’m able to get to my holiday reading, so stay tuned…
The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel
I write this through bleary eyes. I stayed up way too late the last two nights, watching the entire first season of a wonderful new series on Amazon TV.
The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel.
I knew nothing about it other than it was set in 1950’s New York City.
Count me in — love the 50’s, adore NYC.
Well, turns out I stumbled onto a real treat – some of the best television around.
Miriam “Midge” Maisel (Rachel Brosnahan from House of Cards), is a cheery 1958 New York City woman who has everything she’s ever wanted–the perfect husband, two kids, and an elegant Upper West Side apartment perfect for hosting Yom Kippur dinner — until her life implodes. Her husband leaves her for his secretary, but what hurts Midge more than the affair, is that his chosen secretary is extraordinarily dim-witted – the ultimate betrayal.
While trying to put her life back together, Midge cultivates her natural gift for making people laugh (the series opens with her giving her own funny speech at her wedding).
Ms.Brosnahan sparkles in the pilot’s early scenes, as the very image of a perfect housewife; tirelessly making brisket, doing calisthenics to keep her bridal figure, and in a wonderful scene — getting up before the alarm to fix her hair and makeup, then crawling back to bed so her husband sees her all pretty – when he wakes up.
Until her husband leaves — then the real Midge begins to emerge, no longer hiding behind the happy homemaker, or the pre-dawn lipstick — she is snarky, funny and whip-smart.
The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel is about her struggle to break into the world of standup comedy (obviously all-male) , while now living with her parents and holding down a job in a department store.
She makes friends with the legendary Lenny Bruce and finds an acidic, but endearing, manager. Throughout it all, Midge remains exuberant – and that’s the best thing about this series — Midge’s delightful combination of Upper East Side privilege stirred up with a bit of street smart and a raunchily funny sense of humor.
Her first stand-up act is accidental and performed while drunk on kosher wine — and is one of the best monologues I ever watched — both brutally honest and ferociously funny.
Midge’s confessional comedy style is a homage to the early women comics, such as Joan Rivers, who first broke into the male dominated stand-up comedy circuit.
There’s a great cast of wonderful characters. Her father is played by Tony Shalob, there’s her prickly manager (again some wonderful dialogue there), and even Jane Lynch has a wonderful cameo role.
I’ll stop now, you’ll just have to watch for yourself.
The show was written and created by Amy Sherman-Palladino who also created the Gilmore Girls series — which I never watched, but now may have to do so, if the writing and dialogue are as stellar as Mrs. Maisel.
So, if you have Amazon TV – I highly recommend this show, but no need to binge watch as I did– you can watch it one episode at a time -but only if you’re made of stronger stuff and, unlike me, able to turn it off.
NPR did a quick segment on the series Here
Fair warning: There is profanity and some very dirty (but very funny) jokes – oh get over yourselves – Just watch it.
Us by David Nicholls
You can rest assured Book Barmy followers, we’re done with dark thrillers for awhile.
Time for something completely different.
I read another book by Mr. Nicholls (One Day) a long time ago and was not enthralled. I found it one-dimensional and it often trespassed into a sticky-sweet romance.
So, when one of my favorite booktubers, Wilde Reads raved about Us by Mr. Nicholls I was skeptical, but in dire need of a break from dark thrillers – I borrowed it from the library for our recent trip down south.
Douglas and Connie, a British couple have planned a vacation through Europe, but it’s nearly called off when Connie wakes up and says “I think I want to leave you.”
Douglas forges ahead and cajoles his wife to enjoy one last hurrah with their teenage son, who is soon off to college. And thus begins a bittersweet and awkward journey through Europe.
The past and present are told in many short chapters. The family is on a forced march through Europe following Douglas’s precise itinerary, carefully laid out in numerous spread sheets.
Douglas and Connie’s past relationship is slowly revealed — how they met and fell in love, despite being complete opposites. Connie is an uninhibited artist, while Douglas is an introverted biochemist – they marry, inhabit a bohemian London apartment, have a child. We see Douglas struggle with Connie’s artistic and unconventional upbringing of their son, and watch as Connie gives up her art and they move out of London to a larger house with a garden. All seems to be going well – or is it?
These are real people — Douglas, well-meaning but suffering from a lack of spontaneity; Connie, beautiful, charming, and artistic — and their son, Albie, a typical teenager filled with scorn for adult conservatism.
The dynamic between Douglas and Connie is funny and genuinely touching.
’I was looking forward to us growing old together. Me and you, growing old and dying together.’
‘Douglas, who in their right mind would look forward to that?’”
So they’re off to Europe. There are painful scenes when Douglas is trying desperately to ensure everyone is having a good time, but these are contrasted with laugh out loud funny incidents, such as when it turns out Douglas has mistakenly booked the three of them into a questionable hotel in Amsterdam…
“Dad”, asked Albie “have you booked us into a sex hotel?” and they began to laugh. It’s not a sex hotel, it’s boutique, I insisted. “Douglas”, said Connie, “tapping the print of the bound Japanese lady, is that a half hitch or a bowline?” I did not answer, through it was a bowline.
What I most enjoyed about Us was the subtle, bittersweet, and unflinchingly honest writing.
I think our marriage has run its course. I think I want to leave you. It was like trying to go about my business with an axe embedded in my skull.
I could especially relate to this, about Douglas’s ability to appreciate modern art
It’s not about what you liked and didn’t like, Connie would reply, it’s about what it made you feel. More often than not, it made me feel foolish and conventional.
And I had to nod in agreement with this about parties;
Because parties, dinner parties in particular, had always seemed to be a pitiless form of gladiatorial combat, with laurel garlands bestowed to the most witty, successful and attractive, and the corpses of the defeated lying bleeding on the painted floorboards.
This is a cynical, bittersweet, yet loving portrait of a love — of a relationship. A reminder that not every couple can be happy, no matter how much they love each other. These are real and familiar characters; especially the befuddled Douglas, certain he can fix something unfixable if only he applied enough logic, pragmatism, and unfailing optimism.
Mr. Nicholls does not give us a happily ever after ending, no perfect tying up of loose ends. This is a civilized yet loving portrait of the slipping away of a marriage. Like Nora Ephron’s, “Heartburn”, this a funny and touching novel about a situation which, I’m certain, living through would not be at all funny.