In an ideal world I would give this just under 4 stars. I t's a brilliant book and Jeanette is so interesting, I would love to go for a coffee with her. I hadn't read Oranges so this was my first intro to her world and work..it's an evocative book which vividly portrays the world of Northen Eng...
Based in the reign of James I, in a country obsessed with eradicating the last vestiges of Witchcraft and Catholicism. Not necessarily in that order. It is a fictionalised, supernatural account of the Pendle witch trials, Pendle being not too far from where I live. A short, good read that highlig...
Potent, passionate examination or her life, and art, and emotional struggles. A pinnacle of memoir. a great writer and thinker a great window into the human soul
I think I should have read her other book first. Her adoptive mother is a piece of work. In the minority, again - liked, but didn't love this book. Many of my friends loved the memoir.
Sex=Lies; Art=Transcendence (2012).Winterson, Jeanette. (1994). Art & Lies. New York:VintageIdly, I picked up this book in a used book shop. The publisher’s blurb on the back said it was “…a daring novel that burns with phosphorescent prose on every page.” I thought, “Yeah, sure.” I opened the b...
Silver lives with her cruel aunt in her family's ancestral home, Tanglewreck. Forced to clean and never having enough to eat, Silver only has the house for company. But one day her aunt takes her to London to visit Abel Darkwater, a man Silver doesn't trust, a man who wants very badly for Silver...
What a disappointing book. Almost masturbatory in some areas, and I don't just mean the extended bits where Heracles strums his own trumpet - you can actually imagine Winterson writing this and thinking to herself 'oh yeah, that's for the academics, that's the stuff'. Winterson clearly fancies he...
"Questo non è un luogo desolato. Villanelle, che ha la capacità di osservare le cose almeno due volte, mi ha insegnato a trovare la gioia nei luoghi più impensabili e a lasciarmi stupire dalle cose quotidiane. Sapeva sollevarti il morale solo dicendo «Guarda» e ogni volta scoprivi un tesoro."L' a...
“All of one’s life is a struggle towards that; the narrow path between freedom and belonging. I have sometimes sacrificed freedom in order to belong, but more often I have given up all hope of belonging.” “I live in the space between chaos and shape. I walk the line that continually threatens ...
bizzarly profound.food for thought:"The Hopi, an Indian tribe, have a language as sophisticated as ours, but no tenses for the past, present and future. The division does not exist. What does this say about time?Matter, that thing the most solid and well-known, which you are holding in your hands...
well I gave it 4 stars before I finished as I loved the way it challenges standard narrative...BUT the last 2 chapters kind of blew that....like she just chucked in a few pages from her journal... so downgrading it to 3 stars.14/03/13 1 of 19 books for $10***********QUOTES ********* SPOILERS****...
Excerpts from reflections I wrote for "Gender, Bodies, and the Medical Establishment":"One of the first things that struck me upon reading Written on the Body (besides the fact that the narrator—and possibly Winterson herself—is totally fat-phobic) is that the narrator’s love for Louise is almost...
Parliamoci chiaro, l'edizione è veramente bella: copertina meravigliosa, come ogni Mondadori è curata, ma da un'idea completamente sbagliata al lettore di turno. Pone il focus, come si vede dalla citazione dietro la copertina, sulle relazioni omosessuali di Jeanette, quando non è affatto il punto...
Eye-opening read.“The most interesting young writer I have read in 20 years.” - Gore VidalTo betray with a kiss. The reek of Judas.Nothing. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, love to love.I come from a people to whom the invisible world is everyday present.I can’t go back into the past and change it, ...
An early Winterson, Boating for Beginners is certainly not written in the usual poetic language she employs in most of her works. It is, however, a good laugh. Indeed, I agree with Andrew Sinclair, who is quoted on the back of the book, that admirers of works like Monty Python's Life of Brian wil...
In her book filled with crafty and powerful metaphors, Winterson doesn’t leave the reader hungry for more words, rather a stiff drink and a cigarette, or two. This book is worth the time, but you should consider going in open minded and willing for confusing stimulation.The premise of this book i...
"The Stone Gods is a vivid, cautionary tale- or, more precisely, a keen lament for our irremediably incautious species." Ursula K. Le Guin, "The Guardian" (UK) A glimpse into unlikely love braved in the face of the void. On the airwaves, all the talk is of the new blue planet-pristine and habitab...
The note bells. The note bells the beauty of the stretching train that pulls the light in a long gold thread. It catches in the wheels, it flashes on the doors, that open and close, that open and close, in commuter rhythm.On the overcoats and briefcases, brooches and sighs, the light snags in rou...
What a kitchen that was, with birds in every state of undress; some still cold and slung over hooks, some turning slowly on the spit, but most in wasted piles because the Emperor was busy. Odd to be so governed by an appetite. It was my first commis...
Two! Three! Four!” “If you wanna know if he loves you so, it’s in his kiss, that’s where it is.” The Separations were great. They had a sound they called Hillybilly Soul Banjo and snare-drum, girl-group harmonies, steel guitar played hard on pedal and plec. Tall bass, thumb- and finger-plucked, a...
Who was in the house? My family. Who was outside the house? Myself. I stood looking up at the tall house in between other tall houses and I understood that I always had been outside. The insider me, the belonging me, was a dark projection on to darker walls. I am my own magic lantern, casting my ...
She was sitting in her study with Christopher Southworth. He kept fingering his neck. She made a joke about the noose. He shook his head. ‘I have lost my crucifix. I took it off in your bed. Now I cannot find it. I took it off to make love to you.’ She kissed him as they sat either side of the fi...
Glad to be rid of his grocer-duties, he struck south, and founded the hundred-gated city of Thebes, in honour of his birthplace. Honour or not, birthplace or not, Heracles soon tired of being a city-dweller. Leaving behind his fine clothes and all-night feasts, he dusted o...