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Florence and Giles by James Harding

11 Wednesday Jan 2012

Posted by Beth McNally in Book Reviews

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Now and then I come across a book so wonderful and enchanting that I feel obliged to recommend it to everyone I know. Florence and Gilesis my latest addition to the list – it was a particularly spiffing suggestion from the Renaissance Man.

It is narrated by the eponymous Florence, a highly intelligent child of perhaps 12 or so. She idolises Shakespeare and, noticing that he made up a great many words, she resolves to “Shakespeare” some words of her own. This produces wonderful turns of phrase like opening a book in a disused library producing “a great sneezery of dust”. This idiosyncratic style is used throughout the book, and proves unexpectedly readable!

Florence lives a rather lonely and unusual life with her brother Giles, and the bleak and very gothic plot clearly references both The Turn of the Screw and MacBeth. I won’t say any more here for fear of spoiling the plot – if you haven’t read the book please do read it first, as what is below the line will spoil all the suspense and joy of puzzling out what happens for yourself!

****************** Warning – spoilers ahead! ********************

Florence and Giles explains most things, but not everything which is always a good trait in a book I think. So here is my theory of what really happened – I would love to hear what other people think…

At the end of the book based on the photograph I think it is fair to say that Miss Taylor is Giles’s mother and Florence’s father’s second wife, and she clearly did not die in a boating accident. So proceeding on that assumption…

My theory is that there is no uncle. The man that Florence believes is her uncle is in fact her father, who cannot bear to see his children, so painful are his memories of the past – hence the uncanny resemblance between his portrait and the photographs. His first wife died giving birth to Florence, and his second wife went to college, ran away with someone else, and tried to take Giles with her. However, the young Florence woke up at the critical moment, and thwarted the attempted abduction, hence her persistent dreams and sleepwalking, her father/uncle’s hatred of educated women, and Miss Taylor’s dislike of Florence. So there never was a boating accident, and the father / uncle replaces all of the servants with ones who are not acquainted with his shame (so none of the servants predate Florence’s fourth birthday). Years later, Florence kills the first governess (perhaps hitting her on the head with an oar) when the governess threatens to take away the only thing keeping the miserable Florence sane (her reading) Florence is consumed by guilt and blocks the horrible memory from her mind. The guilt begins to torment her when the new governess, Miss Taylor arrives, and she convinces herself the Miss Taylor is in fact Miss Whittaker’s ghost. She realises that Miss Taylor wants to take Giles away, and finds her reading to Giles at night just like she used to do before the first abduction attempt… Florence begins to hallucinate a little and, well, the rest is in the book!

Other possibilities include that Miss Taylor really is a ghost – just the ghost of Giles’s mother, but she seems a little to corporeal for that. Why would a ghost need boat tickets? And surely a ghost can’t be killed by being knocked into an abandoned well? Alternatively, perhaps she was drugging Florence to prevent her interfering – that might explain her refusal to eat, and Florence becoming so sleepy and hallucinating after eating the picnic in the garden… But there isn’t much other evidence for that.

If anyone else has any theories I would love to hear them….

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Perfume Review – Yves St. Laurent’s Opium

07 Saturday Jan 2012

Posted by Beth McNally in Beauty

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I struggle with winter perfumes. Summer is easy – something light and green and fresh usually suits (Bulgari Eau Parfumée au Thé Vert is my current favourite), but in winter that feels too austere and pale. I want something warm and spicy and rich, but also elegant and not too sweet. Since almost any floral notes seem to become overpowering and sickly sweet on my skin that’s quite an ask! I was passing through duty free today on my way to Austria, and as part of my ongoing quest for the perfect winter perfume I sampled one of the most famous (or infamous) perfumes of all time – Opium.

The creation of Jean Amic and Jean-Louis Sieuzac of Roure, Opium was released in 1977, and almost immediately became the signature scent of the era. Some people love it, others hate it, but it certainly can’t be accused of being boring. I wasn’t around in 1977 to witness Opium’s launch and the ensuing frenzy, and as for the controversial adverts – well – they can’t exactly be described as subtle or elegant! They never really appealed, so I hadn’t tried Opium before; and to me this had the air of trying on one of my (very glamourous) aunt’s designer dresses from 30 years ago.

The first thing that hit me was the slightly numbing scent of cloves and a rich, sweet amber note. Within about ten minutes, lilies and a whisper of jasmine had taken over, but they quickly faded into patchouli and cinnamon. It was opulent, spicy, warm and lovely, but after an hour or so it blended strangely into aldehydes and floral notes, and I was startled to find myself smelling like carnation soap! Thankfully the florals faded after a while, and it slowly turned from soap through resin to a rich, sweet, shadowy accord of amber, sandalwood and incense, which lasted the rest of the day. It’s very potent stuff – even after a long shower a whisper of the scent still lingered on my skin – so you only need a drop or two.

The Renaissance Man likes it, but I’m not totally convinced – I really didn’t enjoy the hour I spent smelling like soap from a cheap hotel! (The things I do in the name of research….) On the other hand, the rest of the time it was wonderfully warm and opulent and complex and spicy, without ever veering into the danger zones of powderiness or over-sweetness. It has a lot more personality than most modern perfumes too, which I like.

I guess Opium is a bit like those 1950’s “new look” dresses – they’re unmistakably of a certain era, and they don’t suit everyone, but they are undeniably glamorous! It’s getting close to my perfect winter perfume, but it’s not quite there…

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