tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post5643233025241776232..comments2023-10-30T09:26:32.732+00:00Comments on Now's the time: few words, two books, lightsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-21508591999016008472007-11-22T09:50:00.000+00:002007-11-22T09:50:00.000+00:00You and I and an old friend of mine called Robbie,...You and I and an old friend of mine called Robbie, (and I hope many others), seem to agree on Dombey and Son, which is gratifying. I have, as it happens, read Bleak House and Dombey and Son,in the last few years, because I felt rather guiltily that I had been neglecting Dickens,in favour of Balzac, Flaubert, Zola, and the Russians. I admired Bleak House without enjoying it very much. You know what I think of Dombey.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-33770207094373023182007-11-20T19:30:00.000+00:002007-11-20T19:30:00.000+00:00Oh I am glad it was Cranford you liked! I gave up ...Oh I am glad it was Cranford you liked! I gave up on the radio Dombey yesterday on the first episode; I read it at university but remember little of it, though I did like Bleak House. The telly version made me want to re-read Cranford. So many gems; I liked the line something like "She must have been in a very overanxious state when she wrote the letter, there were exclamation marks!" which I take as cautionary... also the scene from the book I remember about eating duck with peas and having to eat the peas off the small roundbladed knife, the fork having only two prongs.Lucyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09764296105901909328noreply@blogger.com