Wednesday, 26 March 2008

I'm Leaving - on a Vaporetto

'Ello. I am off to Italy tomorrow morgen, for just over a week - Florence, Siena (briefly) and Venice. *dances*

And I originally packed EIGHT BOOKS (not including the Lonely Planet). I have now reasserted my sanity, and have cut it down to five- Wuthering Heights (although technically a half, since I'm half-way through), The Grass is Singing (Doris Lessing, and technically work, hurrah, because it ties into my The West and the Third World paper), Northanger Abbey (Austen, and I haven't read it yet, shamefully), Wide Sargasso Sea ("prequel" to Jane Eyre, re. the first Mrs Rochester), and for comfort reading, Strong Poison by Dorothy L. Sayers (Yay for Lord Peter Wimsey!). I think this isn't too excessive - they're all small-ish, 150 pages each, and I have to have too many in case I take a violent dislike to one or other of them. This happened in Cornwall last summer, and I was stuck in Mousehole with only one book which I hated - absolute nightmare. The shop was shut, too, so I couldn't even buy a newspaper. (Thank god for the Sennen Cove shop, which provided me with the surprisingly good The House at Riverton, by Kate Morton). Plus, F is also bringing books, and The Brother too, so all-in-all, I should survive. If that fails, I will have to learn Italian whippety-quick...

So yes. I will attempt to connect to the tinty at some point - our Florence hostel promises free internet, although it is sure to be slow and oversubscribed - but if that fails, feel free to entertain yourself over at the ongoing First Line Quiz, or why not use this post to introduce yourself? Tell me five things about you, perhaps, or your favourite quote/book/film - and why.



PS In case you were wondering, jettisoned were The Prince, by Macchiaveli, because although it is also technically work (Early and Medieval Political Thought) and terribly relevant, it's also my grandma's copy and I don't want to lose it, and Plato (The Republic) and Aristotle (Politics)- both actually work, but heavy, and I know I just won't read them. I've taken a pile of notes from Paper 15 (European History 1250-1500) to read through instead.


  1. Or you could find one of the lovely Feltrinelli bookshops that sells English language books. The one in Bologna kept me well stocked for a summer. Getting three large Neal Stephensons *home* (via Rome and Naples) proved more problematic...

  2. Oh man, I love Strong Poison. And Freddy Honeychurch, although he belongs with your other post.

  3. Swiv: If I'd been there any longer, I would have done that. In Australia I got quite good at getting tatty second hand copies of everything, reading it and then leaving it behind. Still carried my body weight in books, though - will I never learn?

    Patroclus: Oh, dear me, so do I. I ended up reading it in Florence as an antidote to all the death and gloom of Wuthering Heights, and embarassed myself by laughing very very loudly, very very often. But it's the only Sayers I've read - I feel that this is remiss of me.

    As for Freddy, he (via Rupert Wossname) was an early crush of mine, ooh yes.