Which books have you taken to read on holiday? This was my selection.
Slow Days, Fast Company
I first heard about Eve Babitz from a blog I follow over on Medium. It’s written by a guy called Loren Kantor and he tells some pretty interesting stories all based in California or more specifically, Los Angeles.
I’m pretty sure Loren has a background in film making but these days he teaches wood cut printing mainly to elderly people in care homes in LA. In one home there were only a few people wanting to take up his course so he asked some other residents if they were interested and someone he tried to bring on board was a woman called Eve, the other residents though didn’t care for her at all and didn’t want her in the group.
Anyway, Kantor got talking to her and she mentioned that she used to be a writer. Later he found out her name -Eve Babitz- did a little research and found that she was a pretty serious writer, well known for documenting the social scene in LA through various semi fictional memoirs written in the 1970s.
I’m a great lover of blogs and the essay was so interesting I searched for the book he mentioned and quickly got myself a copy of Slow Days, Fast Company.
It’s a really good read, a very personal series of essays and the book is split into 10 essays or chapters, each one about a different man she was either involved with or friendly with and set in a different area around LA. I read it rather quickly and then found myself going back to it and reading parts of it again. One chapter is about a man who is a soap actor on a long running US TV series. One day he gets to look at the flimsies. What are they I hear you asking? Well the flimsies are a sort of book, detailing what the coming storylines are and sketching out roughly where the show is heading. There are no scenes or dialogue, it’s just a sort of guide for the writers. Anyway this guy takes a peek and sees that his character is heading for a plane crash that leaves him alive but surviving as a vegetable. The guy is crushed and as much as Eve tries to help him he cannot get over this news.
In another chapter Eve talks about the demolishing of the Garden of Allah, the home of a silent film star that later became a famous hotel. It was knocked down and a dull office building was erected in its place and it seemed to Eve, that it was hard to believe that Errol Flynn and Tyrone Power, two of the more famous residents of the hotel, ‘even existed’.
The book is full of similar sharp observations and I found it really intriguing.
Verdict: 9/10 highly entertaining.
Red Strike by Chris Ryan
Chris Ryan is the pen name of former SAS sergeant Colin Armstrong who uses his background in the SAS to great effect in this action packed book. In fact it reminds me a little bit of the novels of Frederick Forsyth in that the author tells a lot about preparations and planning and then the action suddenly takes centre stage. This was a great little read full of exciting incidents and with a pretty good story at its core. One thing struck me about the villain of the piece, he’s a British politician, known to be on the so called right wing, a beer drinking populist and a friend of the American president. Who does that ring a bell with you? Well for me I thought immediately of Nigel Farage. I like to think that Farage has a pretty good sense of humour so I’m fairly certain he’d be the first to have a laugh although whether the character was based on or inspired by Farage only the author really knows.
Verdict 9/10: A great holiday read.
The Fry Chronicles by Stephen Fry
This is a follow up to his previous book, Moab is my Washpot. In the first few pages Fry mentions how obvious it was that he chose that title although for poor uneducated non university me, that went right over my head. The book continues in the same stream of consciousness way of the first book, charging on headlong into the story with various forays to the left and to the right but this time perhaps not as so intense. A lot of the book is about his life at university and he patiently explains to us non-university folk the ins and outs of life as a student and about life at Cambridge in particular. He meets soon to be famous friends like Emma Thompson and Hugh Laurie although I was surprised to find that Rowan Atkinson was not a contemporary of his but from an earlier student intake and Fry and his colleagues look up to Atkinson almost as much as they look up to Peter Cook and John Cleese.
Fry wonders what he will do after university but after success in the Edinburgh Fringe he acquires an agent and is soon involved in a TV show and then goes on quickly to writing for magazines, doing the book for a musical and creating the sketch show Fry and Laurie with his friend Hugh.
A lot of autobiographies of film and TV celebs seem to end up becoming lists of films or shows that the celeb has appeared in; I did this and then I did that, but this book is so chatty and interesting with a host of fascinating little stories about TV and film making and the characters involved in those pursuits, that it never seems to become boring.
Fry was a friend of Douglas Adams who wrote the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy books. The two bonded over a love of computers and Fry gives a compelling portrait of Adams and his stop/start way of working. (Adams famously said he loved the sound of deadlines as they went whoosh past his head.)
Ben Elton is one of those irritating TV personalities that I have always detested and Fry talks about Elton and how his poor reputation is so apparently undeserved. Fry puts forward a very positive case for his friend but I’m afraid Elton has always come across to me as obnoxious. (Not long ago he was a guest on Saturday Kitchen, the BBC cookery show and after a few minutes I was compelled to turn over.) Full marks to Stephen though for defending his friend.
This is not only an entertaining book but very personal and gives the reader a great insight into not only what makes Fry tick as a TV personality but what makes him tick as a human being.
Verdict: 10/10 well worth reading.
The Man who Died Twice by Richard Osman
This book is the follow up to the popular Thursday Murder Club and I have to say I enjoyed it more than the original. Perhaps I’m a little more used to the characters and the author’s interesting way of presenting alternate chapters as if written by a member of the club, actually a lady named Joyce. The Thursday Murder Club is a group of retired friends who meet to discuss murder cases, aided by two of their friends who they met in the first book, a detective and a female PC. The ending was a little fantastic and not something that I could really see happening but anyway, this was a very entertaining holiday read and I enjoyed it very much.
Verdict 9/10 due to the slightly fantastic ending.
It’s Not a Rehearsal by Amanda Barrie
Amanda appeared in Coronation Street for a number of years but I’ve always known her as the girl who played Cleopatra in the Carry On film Carry on Cleo, you know, the one where Kenneth Williams says ‘Infamy, infamy; they’ve all got it in for me!’
Liz bought this book as Amanda went to school in St Annes where Liz has lived all her life and she was interested to read about that part of her life. I was running out of books to read so I was very happy when she passed it over to me.
Amanda tells us her story starting off with her life at school then becoming a dancer and performer. She explains how hard life is for dancers with rehearsals and late night performances. Amanda goes on to work in the West End as well as in film and television and I found the book very entertaining and interesting. I really do love reading about life in ‘showbusiness’.
One really interesting element was her life living in Covent Garden and the great sense of community there, especially when the market was in full swing. She tells of the early opening pubs to cater for the porters and market staff and how if you were ever short of something like an onion for an evening meal, you would always find whatever you needed out on the streets.
When the market moved away Amanda worked with local residents to preserve the area as the council just wanted to knock everything down and build houses.
The latter part of the book concerns her time in Coronation Street which was a complete contrast to her theatre days. Then she was working late at night but on Corrie, she had to start in the early morning, a complete turn around for her. Amanda found out early on in life that she was dyslexic so imagine how hard it must have been learning all that dialogue!
She cautiously tells us also about her love life and the men and women in her life and the result was a really engrossing look at the life of an actress in the theatre and TV as well as a little about her famous foray into the Carry On films.
Verdict 10/10
What’s in your holiday book bag?
I know I’ve written about this first book already but as it’s part of this month’s holiday read, I feel I have to talk about it once again. As I mentioned in a 
I sought this book out on the internet after reading Bennett’s The Lady in the Van which was a very enjoyable although short book. This volume is a collection of various essays and diaries by the author and it begins with the title essay, Untold Stories which is a series of observations mostly about his mother and father. He describes the life of his family in Yorkshire as he saw it evolve. It is perhaps a very ordinary story of a working class family and their fairly uneventful journey through life. It is very sharply observed and the author takes us through the lives of not only his parents but also of his two aunts as well as other family members. I found this section hugely interesting and with many parallels to my own life, especially when Bennett deals with his aging parents and he has to take them to numerous hospital appointments. His mother suffered with depression and was even hospitalised on a couple of occasions. Later in life she begins to suffer with dementia.
I picked this book up in a sale ages ago, in fact actually a few years ago. I think it was one of those offers like ‘buy two and get one free’. This was my free choice and as such it’s been lying around waiting to be read. It’s a collection from the author’s radio series ‘Letters from America’ which used to be broadcast many years ago on BBC Radio 4. I can’t say I’ve ever listened to the broadcast but I do remember watching a quite exceptional TV documentary series called ‘Alistair Cooke’s America’ which detailed the history of the USA.
This is not one of Forsyth’s thrillers but an autobiography and it was a really interesting read. Forsyth spoke many languages and he puts this down to learning them with local people. He studied French and German at school of course but then spent the summer holidays in France learning from a French family and then later did the same with a German family and even later with a family in Spain. His observations in France were really interesting. The French welcomed Forsyth as an English hitchhiker with the union flag on his backpack but later when travelling in what had been Vichy, France, he felt the English were not as popular.
Essentially, John Darwin was facing bankruptcy after getting hugely overreached on a series of buy to let mortgages. He decided that the only way out was to fake his own death and cash in on some life insurance policies. His wife apparently tried to talk him out of the idea but John, a dominating and overpowering personality, went ahead and faked his own death. Amazingly he even went back to live with his wife, sometimes having to retreat to the bedsits next door when any friends or family came to visit. He arranged a false passport using a method explained in the book ‘Day of the Jackal’ by Frederick Forsyth and then the two, Darwin and his wife, planned to buy property in Panama and live a new life. Later, Darwin decided he wanted to return to the UK under his own name by posing as someone who had suffered with amnesia and in fact one day he disposed of his fake passport, walked into a police station and told them ‘I’ve lost my memory!’
For me, who has been interested in the JFK assassination since at least 1968 when his brother, Robert Kennedy was also murdered and I was 12 years old, it’s a fascinating record. Others might think perhaps that the author has spread his research too far, that we are not interested in what the President’s pilot thought or did or how the honour guard prepared for the President’s funeral and how the President’s sister or brother-in-law reacted.
Marlene was one of those people perhaps born at the wrong time. Today might be a better time for her when lifestyles of gay and lesbian people are not so much of an issue.
In my last few posts about books, rather than publish my usual Book Bag posts, I’ve incorporated book reviews into other types of posts; holiday memories and posts about books made into films and so on. During my last few holidays, I always seem to either have a couple of John Grisham books with me or found some in the places, usually rented villas, where we have stayed. I thought it might be an idea to write a John Grisham themed book bag post. Who actually is John Grisham then?
A Time to Kill by John Grisham
The Client
The Pelican Brief by John Grisham
The Firm by John Grisham
The Racketeer
The Boys From Biloxi
I’ve actually read this book quite a few times and it’s one of those that I mention when people ask me to describe Floating in Space. As much as I’m fond of Floating, this book is infinitely better. It’s a very simple story and probably one that has happened hundreds of times to hundreds of couples.
Back in the 1970s my Saturday ritual involved getting the bus into town and scouring book and record shops for, yes, you’ve guessed it, books and records. One day back then I was flipping through the posters in one particular shop. The posters were the music stars of the 70s; Elton John, Mick Jagger, Suzi Quatro, David Bowie and so on but one was a picture of a really good looking guy with a fifties combed back hair style. In some pictures he was dressed like a cowboy and in others in a red jacket and denim jeans. The guy behind the counter must have seen me wondering who the guy was and he told me he was a film star called James Dean. He handed me a paperback book about the actor and I took it home and read it and very soon I was trying to find out everything I could about him.
The paperback book I bought that day in the record shop in the 1970’s was probably James Dean: A Short Life by Venable Herndon. It wasn’t a great book but an interesting introduction to Dean and who he was. It detailed his struggle for acting roles, TV work in New York, his apartment at 19 West Sixty-Eighth Street, his three films, his doomed affair with Pier Angeli and of course his death.
Another book I picked up only recently was another picture album James Dean: Portrait of Cool edited by Leith Adams and Keith Burns. It’s an album of photographs found in the Warner Bros archive and some have not been published before. Included are all sorts of documents such as casting sheets, production notes and messages. Dean’s address is listed as 3908 West Olive Avenue which I think might have been a place he shared with Dick Davalos who played his brother in East of Eden. During Rebel Without a Cause, Dean was listed as living at 1541 Sunset Plaza Drive.
This book was a Christmas gift from Liz. She knows I’m a big film fan and I do love reading about the background to films and how they are made. Arnold is from Austria and he tells us a little of his life there but mainly focuses on his desire to be a great bodybuilder and to eventually go to America. There is a lot of talk about the process of competitive bodybuilding and the different muscles, muscle definition, reps and squats and all that stuff. Arnold eventually wins various competitions and is wondering how he can compete in the USA when he gets an invitation to do just that. The bodybuilding industry is a close knit one and there seem to be various people welcoming him to California, helping him to find a place to stay and so on. He wins more competitions and makes a little money. He starts a mail order business selling magazines and pamphlets about himself and his body building techniques. He brings one of his Austrian friends over and the two begin a bricklaying and home improvement business. His big break is getting a film part as Hercules and even though the production eventually goes bust it seems to give him a taste of the film business and he wants more. He plays Conan the Barbarian in the film version of a comic book hero and pretty soon he plays the Terminator and goes on to success after success, even becoming governor of California.
This is not a book I brought on holiday but one I found on the shelves of our rented villa in Lanzarote. I started reading it when I got a little bored with Arnold Schwarzenegger and liked it so much I just carried on to the end. It is a real pleasure to read something by a master wordsmith and I enjoyed every minute even though I had read this novel years ago. Young Pip, apprenticed to be a blacksmith, is invited to the home of an eccentric rich woman, Miss Havisham, purely for her amusement. Later in his young life he finds he has ‘great expectations’ and is to inherit a remarkable property. He is taken to London to be brought up as a gentleman and although he is told that his benefactor has asked to remain a secret, he naturally assumes it is Miss Havisham. At the beginning of the book, Pip encounters Magwitch, an escaped convict on the marshes near his home. He compels Pip to bring him some food and a file. He is captured and transported to Australia and later we find, much to Mr Pip’s shock and amazement that Magwitch is the mysterious benefactor.
This is a collection of globe trotting stories from John Simpson who has travelled the world as a journalist for the BBC. These though are travel stories with a difference, for instance in the first chapter he talks about airports, not the airports that I generally use, tourist destinations like Spain and Greece. The ones Mr Simpson mentions are airports in war torn Angola and Bosnia, and places like Kabul in Afghanistan and other places where he has had his passport and papers routinely torn up or thrown into a river by laughing revolutionaries and mercenaries. He tells us about headlong dashes to catch flights, including one somewhere in eastern Europe where he was in such a mess after weeks living rough the stewardess was reluctant to let him on board, especially as he had a first class seat. His fellow passenger in the next seat asked to be moved. Luckily John wasn’t flying on a budget airline like the ones I travel with.
There is a process by which I choose books to take with me on holiday. I like to think it’s a thoughtful process combining different genres of books, some novels, maybe the odd classic, and some biographies and autobiographies. What actually happens is that the day before our trip I’ll just grab something near to hand that I know I haven’t read yet and shove it in my suitcase. Anyway, that’s how I ended up with the books you see above. Last year I read The Rainmaker by John Grisham and I thought it was a pretty good read. I must have mentioned that to Liz so she filed that away and got me a stack of Grisham novels for my last birthday. The Firm isn’t a bad read and in my case it was a nice change of pace after reading Dickens and John Simpson’s globetrotting memories. It’s a good story but like a lot of Grisham’s works, its more plot driven than character driven. The characters are sort of bland templates that I’ve recognised in a lot of his novels and so far I’ve only read three. Anyway, characters aside, this is a really original story about a young guy who graduates from law school and gets head hunted into a firm he has never heard of but which offers tremendous financial benefits, a brand new BMW, and an ultra cheap mortgage as well as other financial bonuses. The downside as he comes to learn later is that the firm is just a cover operation to launder money for a big mafia crime family and the FBI wants our hero James McDeere, to help them.
I’m not sure I would normally have picked up this book if I hadn’t run out of books to read. I saw this on the shelf in our rented villa and Liz had read it and mentioned about numerous references to old black and white films which were right down my alley, apparently.
Peter Sellers by Alexander Walker
Bill Clinton: An American Journey by Nigel Hamilton
An Autobiography by Agatha Christie
Dylan also is the sort of writer I’ve always wanted to be: A bohemian, pub crawling, boozing writer who fought with himself as he laboured to paint his word pictures. Whether that was really the case I don’t know but Dylan did like his pubs and he did enjoy a drink.
As you might have guessed from reading these posts, I really do love my books. One particular book pictured here, about the last days of poet Dylan Thomas is one I’ve had a long time but have not got around to reading until more recently. I do endlessly peruse our local secondhand shops for books but I have a feeling I bought this one from one of two online bookshops, either Abebooks or Awesome books, both of which I use especially when there is a particular book that I am after.
A long time ago I picked up A Right Royal Bastard somewhere in a charity shop. I have a feeling it was whilst walking round Skipton a few months ago but anyway, I didn’t know much about Sarah Miles except that she was a film actress and had appeared in Those Magnificent Men in their Flying Machines and also Ryan’s Daughter, that latter film being one of director David Lean’s less appealing films. Apparently, as Sarah reveals in Serves Me Right, Lean was so upset by the bad reviews he didn’t make another film until A Passage to India, many years later.
I wrote in an earlier post about being a fan of the 
I always find it interesting just how I seem to hook up with a particular book. In this case I had an email from the ITV Hub telling me about a great new series of Manhunt and how I could watch the previous one on the ITV hub. Now what criteria ITV uses to send me an email like that I don’t know because not only had I never watched Manhunt, I’d never even heard of it. Looking at the ITV website I found that Manhunt was a three part thriller based on the real life case of killer Levi Bellfield. Having nothing more interesting lined up to watch that evening, Liz and I settled down to watch and actually got pretty interested, so much so that I immediately went to Abebooks and ordered a copy of the book that the series had been based on. It had been written, in fact written quite well by former Chief Inspector Colin Sutton who was in charge of the real life investigation of a young French student murdered in Twickenham, London.
Letters from an Unknown Author! 