I did not know who Martin Millar was, but he is apparently well known in the UK for his earlier works. I picked this book randomly up in a bookshop, and having studied ancient Greek (a long time ago...) the name of Aristophanes, the famous Athens playwright of Peace, struck me and awakened my interest. Reading a half page made me also feel good and happy, and though it did not strike me as a literary masterwork I bought it, in the expectation of some fun in reading it.
It did. The book is a charmer, it's funny, original, light, with a happy ending (you know from the beginning this book is not going to try to hurt you), and well, and it makes very nice reading. It has just enough depth to be interesting too and not too shallow, and it's a book I would give to my 17-year old daughter.
The story plays in 421BC and Athens and Sparta are at war. The Gods, whose power is diminishing, intervene, with Athena for peace, helped by a fierce Amazon and a very very nice nymph, and with Laet, bringer of discord, as paid instrument to stop peace and lengthen the war. An unsuccesful lyric poet, Luxos, a philosopher, Socrates, a historic warrior from Crete and a chorus of giant phalluses complete the scene for a witty fantasy. Good to read before you go to sleep, or on a terrace in Greece, accompanied by a nice light white wine or a rosé.
I love eating, I love reading, and so I love reading about food. And what I like most are books that combine history and food. So when I was browsing in the Brussels Sterling Books bookshop, I was immediately attracted to the beautiful cover of this book and when I leafed through it the scent of lemons seemed to jump from the pages and Italy, with all its culinary and historical attractions beckoned...
It's been quite a while since a non-fiction book gave me such joy as this. The subject itself is fascinating, and since I know the difference between our supermarket-citrons and the real Sicilian thing citrus fruit fascinates me. I will allways ask travelling friends to bring a few of them over when they come from an area "where lemons grow", and I keep being amazed by the rich taste and intensity of these fruits. A visit to the Flower Island of Mainau in Lake Konstanz (the Bodensee) introduced me to my first citrus collection and here I became aware that there was also a story behind them and that they were once quite special and exotic, and that people collected them.
I love this book. The author has the power to transport you straight into an Italian garden, so you can almost taste the fruit. Chapter after chapter she brings on other stories about the history of the lemon and the regions and gardens where it grows, about the history of its cultivation, its origins, its economical importance and the disappearance of this importance, and when she talks about the harvesting of the esrogim, the perfect citrons that the Jews need for their Sukkoth feast, it is as if you are there, sitting next to her.
The book is sprinkled with recipies that tempt you to walk into the kitchen and try them. It is a pleasure to read it, it is beautiful prose, and the short chapters make it perfect for short moments of happiness on dreary days. It will probably make you change your holiday plans and go to Italy instead, but, hey, what a sacrifice...
To be read with a glass of limoncello or a good white Pessac-Léognan (I like them most smelling and tasting of citrons and oranges) with a good percentage of the sémillon grape.
This book is about William Avery, a junior officer recently arrived in Calcutta, Jeremiah Blake, an ex-captain turned native and Xavier Mountstuart, a legendary poet. When Mountstuart goes missing, Blake and Avery are sent on a mission to find him, but as the story unravels there is more behind their mission than they thought, adn some people are not really who they seem to be.
The background of this novel is 19th century India, before Great Britain took it over from the Honorouble East India Company, a joint stock company founded to do business with India and China. From 1757 to 1858 its private armies and administrative force ruled large parts of India with the sole purpose of sucking as much money as possible out of it. In this it is a serious historical novel, well researched and I think quite accurate in its descriptions. But most of all it is a fantastic boys book (for adult boys).
It is packed with adventure, the story is very well written and it is a pure joy to read this as you jump from your adult self, interested in social history, to your boyhood self, with mystery, murder and adventure. In short, it is a thrill to read, with sufficient background to make it interesting, but especially with a lot of downright adventure. Lovely. Maybe not for girls. :-) Sorry.
PS MJ Carter is a pseudonym for Miranda Carter, a historian and writer. She is married to John Lanchester, one of my favourite authors.