The colour of heartache”

One of the more beau­ti­ful descrip­tions in Jonathan Strange and Mr. Nor­rell is that of a par­tic­u­lar box, described as being “the colour of heartache.” I have, just this minute, fin­ished the book (well ahead of sched­ule I might add, what will I do the next three nights?) and as I am prone to do, I find myself think­ing and writ­ing with affec­ta­tions lift­ed from the book.

It was good, and it was worth it.

It starts off, for the first few hun­dred pages, a lit­tle slow. But it is very immer­sive, and the char­ac­ters you meet begin to grow and change in inter­est­ing ways. Not that they change, in fact, nobody real­ly changes in the book–I think it is one of the themes–they are just revealed to be oth­er than you thought they were. But as you are inces­sant­ly bat­tered by the lan­guage and the cus­tom and the man­ner of these peo­ple, you begin to be drawn in by them.

I am par­tial to his­tor­i­cal fic­tion, and this is a good part that.

I found myself, at the end, skip­ping por­tions of para­graphs in a rush to know what hap­pens, and the end­ing does not dis­ap­point. I do wish to have some­one to speak with about it… so if you’ve read it, drop me a line. If you’ve not, but were think­ing about it, give it a try, it is sure­ly in Libraries by now. Unless they’ve all been bought up!

I do much like the ver­sion I have, all hard­cov­er and black, with the paper edges torn rough­ly (a deck­le-edge, I am told). It has a note on the type in the back, and a table of con­tents in front, oh, and an embossed raven on the spine. For a book that is, most cer­tain­ly, about books in no small degree, it is love­ly.

By Danny

My name is Danny, and I grew up living overseas, but have settled in Kansas, where it turns out some of my family started, back when. I am helping to raise my own family, and hoping to be proud of what I've done when it's all over.