First it was 1924, then 1938, and now 1947 (yes, you may point out, that’s how chronology works. Shush, I say). Simon and Karen are hosting another year-themed reading event; from October 10th to 16th, they are encouraging us all to read and post about books published in 1947. And, miraculously, I am feeling vaguely prepared (this contrasts with the 1924 Club, which passed me by entirely, and the 1938 Club, for which I was only organized enough to talk about books I’d already read and then fail to finish the one book I was attempting to read – Nightingale Wood by Stella Gibbons. Not recommended.).
This time, I have a plan. I have a list. And, to show how serious I am, I have library holds. This is happening.
Here’s my reading short list (for now):
Chatterton Square by E.H. Young – I’ve owned this for a while now, having wanted to read it since Harriet reviewed it years ago.
The Chequer Board by Nevil Shute – any excuse for a Nevil Shute book is a good one.
Mrs. Tim Gets a Job by D.E. Stevenson – I love Mrs. Tim and read and enjoyed this a few years ago (though never got around to writing about it). I’d love to revisit her in time for the club – let’s hope my inter-library loan comes through in time to let me do so.
Mrs. Mike by Nancy and Benedict Freedman – a childhood favourite that I’d been thinking about rereading after finishing several other books set in the West. Providentially, it turns out to have been published in 1947.
Hetty Dorval by Ethel Wilson – a unread Persephone – set in my home province of British Columbia, no less! – that has been languishing on my shelf for too long.
Wanting to share reading suggestions, I looked through my old reading lists to discover I seem to have neglected 1947, with only three books from that year reviewed in my archives – and only one of them is particularly good:
One Fine Day by Mollie Panter-Downes – an exquisite post-war novel.
Private Enterprise by Angela Thirkell – An unwieldy post-war novel that requires strong knowledge of existing Thirkell characters. And even then it’s not brilliant (but I still enjoy it, having read it 3 times now).
Kate Hardy by D.E. Stevenson – instantly forgettable. I literally remember nothing about this book. But if you are fighting a very bad cold and have zero attention span, have I found a book for you!
Will you be joining the club? Any favourite 1947 books you’d recommend?