I've read and delighted in Mirka Mora's marvellously eccentric autobiography, Wicked but Virtuous, knitted a few inches of my blanket, watched a video of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang with Jemimah, been ably wined and dined with friends, watched Shaun Tan's Oscar winning short film, The Lost Thing on telly, arranged little nosegays of lovely autumn roses by each bedside, worshipped morning and evening at our local church for the first time this year, listened to the wonderful French songs of Jacques Brel and just generally recuperated and recovered. I've even read a good percentage of The Saturday Age.
I can get amazingly excited by the Life&Style section of The Saturday Age most weekends, and this edition was particularly inspiring...
I'm inspired to read Sebastian Faulk's new book, Faulks on Fiction: The Secret Life of the Novel. As you probably know, I love literary criticism, provided it is not too erudite. According to The Age, this is a book "about lots of books a lot of people will have read, arranged under section headings. Heroes, Lovers, Snobs, Villains - what could be more user friendly?" Sounds like my kinda literary criticism!
There's a BBC series of the same name. Wonder if it's coming to Australia any time soon?
How can I have never have heard of the Rajah Quilt until this weekend? Apparently it was sewn back in 1841 by a group of convict women on their five month journey from England to Van Diemens Land on on board the ship Rajah. Hence its name. There is an inscription on the border that says:
TO THE LADIESOh, I would so love to see this quilt one day, but I'm happy even to know of its existence. Those of you in Canberra can see it at the National Museum until July 31. Jealous...
of the Convict ship committee
This quilt worked by the Convicts of the Ship Rajah during their voyage to Van Diemans Land is presented as a testimony of the gratitude with which they remember their exertions for their welfare while in England and during their passage and also as a proof that they have not neglected the Ladies kind admonitions of being industrious
Oh wouldn't it be just sublime to stay at Le Pavillon Des Lettres - Paris' first literary hotel! Imagine a hotel that pays homage to the known and hidden talents of both French and international literature. Oh my...
I would like to stay in the Hugo room, please. During the mornings I will lounge in the hotel library, where I will read my copy of The Hunchback of Notre-Dame, purchased, of course, from Shakespeare and Company. Later I will leaf through some lovely old second-hand books that I will have discovered amidst the tacky Eiffel Tower statues in the bouquinistres that line the banks of the Seine. Sounds just about the perfect holiday to me.
Care to join me? What room will you chose? What book will you read?
Have you been inspired by your reading of the paper this weekend?