My favourite type of fiction is one that transports me to another, foreign but familiar world. My favourite writers are those who are most authentic through actually living in that foreign world, which is why I love Dorothy Sayers.
I came to Sayers' contemporary Evelyn Waugh later in life, I am grateful for this as I am now able to read his books for the first time.
Currently I am reading 'Sword of Honour', a trilogy inspired by Waugh's own experience in WW2. So far a great read, the quote from Wikipedia below shows how apt it is for today's world.
"The reader is never quite sure whether it is that Guy is powerless to resist the world's decline from a Golden Age of chivalry or whether the Golden Age was a romantic illusion."
Like Guy I feel powerless in the face of the decline I see around me and sometimes wonder whether my memory of better times in the past is just a trick I am unwittingly playing on myself.
Woke up early today so I could bask in the delight of my tree. There is something special about all of it. I'm so grateful for all of the amazing people in my life. And somehow this tree represents that.
Turkey stuffing cranberry sauce salad on challah. (Chopped and mixed with gherkins and mayo.)
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