I’m going to offer a simple, if controversial, equation for the meaning of Christmas.
Christmas = indulgence
Don’t look at me in horror. I completely agree that Christmas is a time for giving, reflection, gratitude and all that warm fuzzy goodness. But let’s face facts. The festive season is also a time for stuffing our faces with rich, gorgeous food, guzzling all the fizz, donning our finest garb and swanning away from the office, happily thinking, ‘oooh ’tis the season, go on, let’s treat ourselves‘ (again and again and again…) Continue reading Books are OBVIOUSLY the #GreatestGift→
I cannot believe almost a week has gone by since Eimear McBride was announced as the winner of the first Baileys Women’s Prize for Fiction 2014. What a night.
I think most of my friends and family would testify that I am a big fan of parties. I’m not talking ‘let’s-go-on-the-lash-and-get-horendously-wasted-and-embarrass-ourselves’ party (though it’s important to have a few of those for life experience…right?), I’m talking a well-organised, slick event, where all requirements are catered for and all expectations exceeded. Having left the Durham University environment last summer, where balls and formals were a regular part of my weekly schedule, I soon realised that publishing was the perfect industry to enter in order to continue enjoying such events. However, no book launch or reading had ever quite matched the grandeur I so enjoyed, so when I received an invite to the Baileys Women’s Prize for Fiction awards party, ‘excited’ simply doesn’t cover it. Continue reading Baileys Women’s Prize for Fiction Awards Ceremony→
As demonstrated by Franny’s beautiful and dedicated reviews on this very blog, the talent in the shortlist for the Baileys Prize this year is incredible. I have to admit I was excited enough when I saw the judging panel, but the sheer quality of the novels this year has been amazing.
What a treat then, on a Tuesday evening, to get to sit in an auditorium (reportedly with RYAN REYNOLDS – though an unconfirmed sighting) and listen to these six incredible women read a section from their respective novels. Well, actually, five incredible women, and one slightly bewildered Charles Dance, reading in place of the absent Tartt and declaring that he had ‘never felt so conspicuous’. Franny and Perks were lucky enough to nab tickets to this wonderful event and what a pleasure it was.
This has been my favourite book of 2014, so if you haven’t read it, do. You can thank me later.
There has been a boom in debut talent this year, and in my opinion, Hannah Kent is the pick of the bunch. Her novel, Burial Rites, is an outstanding piece of historical literary fiction, which traces the life of Agnes Magnusdottir, an Icelandic woman condemned to death for murdering her lover, Natan Ketilsson.