Friday Five: 5 Frosty Favourites for Snowy Weather
Friday, March 02, 2018
As #snowmageddon ravages Britain, we're looking forward to the weekend. We have firm plans to camp out - pressed against the radiator, under a dozen blankets (and two cats), with whisky in hand. Also, books. *
Here are a few of our cold weather favourites.
I have read David Eddings' Belgariad so. very. many. times. My Mastermind category is Polgara's stitching. I can retell the battle of Vo Mimbre better than Belgarath. My fantasy tattoo would be 'why me?'.
They're littered with racial essentialism, the female characters are pretty awful, and there's absolutely nothing not predictable about them. (To give Eddings credit, the latter is intentional: the prologue to the first book literally tells the entire story, but then he makes the characters so goddamn loveable that you wind up reading all 85,000 pages anyway.) BUT, it is also the warmest, coziest, snuggliest fantasy epic I can think of - my go-to books when I'm feeling under the weather, or, in this case, trapped by it.
Tillie Walden's The End of Summer is a beautiful graphic novel about a family trapped inside a secluded, slightly surrealist, castle for a lengthy winter. Think Game of Thrones meets Gormenghast, as told by Shirley Jackson. The result is sometimes bizarre and always moving, as Lars and Maja become increasingly detached from reality in the dreamlike cocoon of their surroundings. A truly stunning work.
Larry McMurtry's Lonesome Dove makes me hungry? This is an immensely physical book. It travels across the continent (and the years), and exposes the reader to wind and rain; snow and storm; sunstroke and starvation. So it is no wonder I always wind up craving hot biscuits with honey on them. As long as I'm bundled up and ready for anything, might as well head west...
There's a Georgette Heyer for every situation, but for heavy weather, I'm going with her lightest book - Cotillion. It is easily the frothiest of her ouevre: charmingly dimwitted characters doing charming and dimwitted things, and never really much in the way of risk or conflict. But it is also wonderful and huggable and nice, and everyone gets the happy ending they deserve. Warm fuzzies to ward off the chill.
Jenni Fagan's The Sunlight Pilgrims is the exact opposite: sharp, tortured characters, operating under a pall of apocalyptic tension. The story of a handful of people in a trailer park, marking time until the new Ice Age sweeps over them. It is triumphant - in a grim way - as they achieve a sort of ordinariness in the face of inevitable extinction. As with anything Fagan, the writing is utterly superb: lyrical and hypnotic.
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*We've also made a donation to St Mungo's. Not everyone has the benefit radiators, blankets and cats. If you can, please help out.