Friday Five: Books Read in June

 

1. Why Does My Dog Do That? by Sophie Collins (Ivy Press) - This helpful pocket-sized book is laid out with a page of text next to a line drawing and a question about dog behaviour (I read it for my animal care course). There are fifty questions altogether, split into sections of ‘puppy to adult’, ‘a dog’s-eye view’, ‘you and your dog’, and ‘solving problems’. The simple and practical language addresses concerns such as fighting, rolling in foul-smelling matter, trembling, biting, ignoring commands and overstimulation. The advice is mainly to remain calm, positive and consistent, while understanding that a dog is not a small human and has its own behaviour which should not be anthropomorphosised.
2. Root of the Tudor Rose by Mari Griffith (Accent Press) - If you like historical fiction with a smattering of facts and setting, you could do worse. The story is told as a straightforward romance and the feelings of the participants are interpreted in terms of modern sensibilities of love and motherhood, contrasting with contemporary political arrangements and treatment of women and children. Catherine de Valois is the young (French) bride of the great Henry V of England (and France), but she is lonely and vulnerable because she is a foreigner at court. Things worsen after Henry's death as she is forbidden to remarry but must remain in the public eye as the mother of the present king. She attempts to keep him safe from the factions at court - the Yorks and Lancasters mainly - while rather inconveniently falling in love with the Welshman Owen Tudor. It becomes a Mills-and-Boon-style romance with forbidden love and a servant who knows and keeps the secret, while the occasional historical record is dropped into the fictional romance to keep it real.



Catherine de Valois (1842) by Edward Hargrave

3. Less by Andrew Sean Greer (Abacus) - Books about writers can be tedious and self-indulgent. This is so self-consciously the latter, that it is great fun and a form of parody. Arthur Less is a failed gay novelist, about to turn fifty, who, in order to avoid attending his ex’s wedding, goes to any invitation he receives for promoting his book so that he can say he is busy. It is a sort of travelogue as he flits from adventures in one country to another, unable to settle anywhere and struggling to avoid consequences or meaningful interactions. In an increasingly crumpled blue suit he travels from New York to Mexico, Italy, Germany, Paris, Morroco, Japan, and finally India. He remains cheerful, reflective, naive and charming throughout, and he really is jolly good company.  
4. Unfinished Woman by Robyn Davidson (Bloomsbury) - The trade paperback title of this memoir was Portrait of an Imaginary Woman, which begs the question as to who exactly is the unfinished woman: Robyn or her mother? Her mother died by suicide and, although the author claims it didn't affect her, she spends the rest of the memoir explaining how it has. Best known for the travel book, Tracks, in which she recounts her solo trek across 1,700 miles of Australian outback, she comes across as aloof and condescending. She believes in anarchy and looking out for oneself, and has a dim view of community with little time for therapists. She maintains, "Scratching around in the landscape behind you, looking for terrible things, has always struck me as being… indulgent.” One could level this exact accusation at the process of writing a memoir. Complaining about the difficulty of promoting her book and touring with other writers (she counts Doris Lessing and Bruce Chatwin among her friends), she whines, “I feel myself hurrying towards the end, wanting to leap over decades, race towards release from this fairy-tale task. It is exhausting to sift through the sediment, exhausting to keep repeating ‘I, I, I’.” Not as exhausting as it is to have to read it.
5. Death Comes to Marlow by Robert Thorogood (HQ) - In the second of the Marlow Murder Mysteries, we once again spend time with the three unlikely women who solve crimes and assist the police with their enquiries in this cosy murder series. A man is murdered on the morning of his wedding when a large bookcase topples over on to him from within a locked room. Was it really an accident? Of course it wasn’t. But everyone has an alibi. With its arcane detective workings it is very pacy and easy to read, if not particularly demanding. I love the setting (naturally, it's my home town), and I also like the cover with the upturned duck sticking out of the water. There are specific mentions of real places and businesses (car repairs; cafes; pubs; hairdressers; art galleries etc.) that make one wonder whether they might have sponsored the book in exchange for a namecheck. It is a fine book to read at the weekend or to while away the time on a holiday when nothing really matters.

The three women of the TV series, The Marlow Murder Club (Jo Martin as Suzie Harris, Samantha Bond as Judith Potts, and Cara Horgan as Becks Starling)

My Newest Favourite Thing: Lanyon Homestead

As you may know, if you read my other blog, I visited Lanyon Homestead for some hop-picking a couple of months ago. While there, we toured the inside of the house, and it was pretty cool. I really enjoyed the decor and the history. Here is some of it, taken mainly from the brochure on the website.

I like the way they have presented the site, not as thing entirely preserved in a frozen moment, but more as a continuum, to show, as the quote from English historian Jack Ravensdale makes clear, that 'the house (the land and the farm buildings) has a history not a date.' Hence, inside the homestead visitors readily accept the distinct time zones. Thus the mid-Victorian hall leads into the late-nineteenth-century station office, then into the Edwardian extension. Nearby are the mid-twentieth century bathrooms and the slightly later kitchen and upstairs bedrooms. These rooms illustrate a process of continuous adaptation and change which is familiar to all.

The land was purchased by James Wright and John Lanyon in 1834, and then John Lanyon returned to England leaving James Wright to manage the property alone. He honoured his friend by naming the property Lanyon. 

Convicts were assigned to work on the property in return for rations, clothing and simple wooden huts, and with their labour, James established a home farm to provide food, built a small house for the convicts, and a kitchen and barn, both of which still stand today.

Andrew and Jane Cunningham bought Lanyon in 1849. They built a new homestead alongside the existing house, which was later demolished. By the 1860s the region was becoming less isolated as more land had been settled and homes established. The Cunninghams were "comfortable without being affluent, and the house and furnishings reflected this".

Brothers James and Andrew Jackson Cunningham inherited Lanyon on the death of their father in 1887. They ran it in partnership, Andrew living at Lanyon and James at Tuggeranong. 1905 saw dramatic change at Lanyon when Andrew married Louisa Leman, 30 years his junior. The homestead almost doubled in size and was completely redecorated in contemporary Edwardian style.

Four poster bed complete with straw mattress.

When Andrew died childless in 1913 Louisa sold the contents of the house and moved to Sydney. James and Mary Cunningham and their family moved to Lanyon, making it their home for the next thirteen years. Lanyon's hospitality and comfort during the Cunningham's ownership was well known and, although the house has received additions and minor modifications over the past hundred years, its architectural detail remains unchanged.

A mid-nineteenth century colonial drawing room with its central table, case covered furniture, and hand-blocked wallpapers had its counterpart in provincial England. The Lanyon drawing room of the nineteenth century was described as being decorated in soft golds. 

Colonial dining rooms mirrored English examples and were furnished in sombre tones. The decoration of the table, the positioning and dressing of the epergnes and vases, even the folding of napkins, were treated with the utmost seriousness. An Australian cookbook of 1861 advises that 'the napkins used at dinner, breakfast, and at all meals are not only essentially necessary [unlike that adjective], but they add materially to the appearance of the table. The fold is a matter of taste. The French model is to place them in the shape of a fan, while the English custom is to form them as a shoe, placing the bread inside, the most desirable way. Good light, moderate temperature, snow white linen, clean plate and beautiful glass are necessary appendage to the dinner table'.

During and after World War One, the family spent an increasing amount of time away from the property. The enlistment of local men also left the workforce depleted. The property was sold in 1926 to Harry Osborne and again in 1930 to Thomas Field.

Entrance halls are important because they provide instant clues to the way their owners wish to be regarded. To recreate a nineteenth-century entrance hall at Lanyon, fitted modern carpets were replaced by a hand-painted floor cloth, the walls were painstakingly peeled back to reveal a faux stone decorative finish, and the original floorboards were polished to a golden glow.

My favourite room is the study/ office with its display of wool categorisation and eclectic pipe collection. 

Replica wallpapers, floor coverings and furnishing fabrics, combined with nineteenth century Australian and European furniture, and a philosophy firmly embedded in common sense room use, recreate the style of rooms which the Cunninghams may have enjoyed. 

The Field family owned Lanyon for forty years until it was compulsorily acquired by the Commonwealth Government in 1971. They introduced modern farming methods and further expanded the property. Pastures were improved, breeding programs undertaken and new structures built.