My husband is a world champion in several events. Here he is setting a new world record in the Long Jump (Kinect, that is):
With his next jump another world record!
and another view:
Great fun!
An ABC Wednesday post for the letter L.
My husband is a world champion in several events. Here he is setting a new world record in the Long Jump (Kinect, that is):
With his next jump another world record!
and another view:
Great fun!
An ABC Wednesday post for the letter L.
These are my thoughts and reactions on reading Bram Stoker’s Dracula.
I knew the story of Dracula from film and TV versions – with most notably Christopher Lee and later Louis Jourdan as Dracula, but have steered clear of reading Bram Stoker’s book until now. I didn’t really know what to expect from the book but I was interested to know how Stoker described Dracula, was it anything like the film versions? This is what he looked like when Jonathan Harker first entered Castle Dracula:
… a tall old man, clean-shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.
… he moved impulsively forward, and holding out his hand grasped mine with a strength that made me wince, an effect which was not lessened by the fact that it seemed as cold as ice – more like the hand of a dead man than a living man.
… His face was a strong – a very strong – aquiline, with high bridge of nose and peculiarly arched nostrils; with lofty domed forehead, and hair growing scantily around the temples, but profusely elsewhere. His eyebrows were very massive, almost meeting over his nose, and with bushy hair that seemed to curl in its own profusion. The mouth, so far as I could see it under the heavy moustache, was fixed and rather cruel-looking, with peculiarly sharp white teeth; these protruded over the lips, whose remarkable ruddiness showed astonishing vitality in a man of his years. For the rest, his ears were pale and at the tops extremely pointed; the chin was broad and strong and the cheeks firm though thin. The general effect was one of extraordinary pallor. (pages 22 – 25)
Not like the film versions I’ve seen.
Dracula is composed of letters, journal entries, newspaper articles and transcripts of phonograph diary entries, from several characters, so the story is told from several different viewpoints. Stoker used a variety of sources in telling his tale – folklore, myths and legends and historical facts, all blended together with his own inventions. It’s a very scenic novel, and I could easily imagine the locations – most memorable are those describing Jonathan Harker’s journey and first meeting with Dracula. Dracula doesn’t eat and has no reflection in a mirror, can change his shape dramatically and grows younger, but apart from the opening chapters he remains an elusive figure.
It’s also a very sensual and melodramatic novel, full of religious references. So there is the question of life after death, the existence of the soul, the triumph of good over evil, the nature of sexuality, fear and superstition. Vampires are at the same time appealing and repulsive. Much use is made of hypnotism and putting people into trances. I was struck by the comparison with Christianity – Dracula drinks the blood of his victims and has everlasting life as one of the Un-Dead and Christ gave his life to redeem the world. It reminded me of the Communion Service – this is my body, this is my blood.
It is too an adventure story with a final chase scene and a love story. It reflects the time in which it was written, with women seen as frail creatures unable to withstand the danger that the men confront. Mina Harker, that most resourceful woman, is left behind whilst the men seek out Dracula and plan to kill him. I was puzzled – why was she left alone with no cross and garlic flowers to protect her when the men were fully armed? The outcome was predictable.
I found the character of Renfield most interesting. He is one of Dr Seward’s most dangerous patients in the lunatic asylum, who wavers between lucid and intelligent episodes and sheer madness. His hobby is catching flies and eating them. He progresses to eating spiders and birds.
I thought it was a fascinating book, found it thought-provoking, both whilst I was reading and after. A book which certainly qualifies for the RIP Challenge.
Kerrie’s Crime Fiction Europass stops in Italy this week, which gives me the opportunity to write about David Hewson‘s Italian mysteries featuring Detective Nic Costa and his partner Gianni Peroni. The books in this series are:
This is a new series for me and I’ve jumped in to read the fourth book, The Lizard’s Bite, I hope I shouldn’t have read the earlier books before this one.

In a dilapidated glass furnace off the island of Murano the fire races out of control. Two people are dead, and for Leo Falcone, exiled to Venice, with Nic Costa and Gianni Peroni, the question is whether he’s dealing with one murderer or two.
For Costa, life in Venice is more perplexing on other fronts too. His relationship with Emily Deacon is deepening, and she is missing the law enforcement work she’s abandoned for a different, quieter career. Slowly, the sluggish world of the lagoon begins to enfold the Romans in its sinister grip, as they try to untangle the complex family ties of the tragic Arcangeli family on a private island falling into ruin. (Description copied from David Hewson’s website)
I’ve also been reading one non-fiction book, Map Addict by Mike Parker, which I’m finding brilliant in parts and not so brilliant in others – I’ve decided that I’m not really a map addict after all, even though I do love maps.
The other book that has taken up quite a lot of my reading time is a re-read of Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy. This was for my reading group which met in September. I haven’t finished it yet but after the discussion we had I’m keen to get back to it.
As for October, I’ve started The House on the Stairs by Barbara Vine. In addition to the books I wrote about yesterday (and in earlier posts too) I’m also keen to read some of these this month:
I think that’s enough to be going on with. In any case I often find it’s not a good idea to plan what I’m going to read as I usually find myself reading something completely different.
Once more, on a Sunday I’ve come to the end of one of the books I’m reading and thinking about what to read next. The book I’ve just finished is Bram Stoker’s Dracula, which I’ll write about in the next few days.
What to read next? Checking my to-be-read books, which seem to be ever growing and not decreasing I’m going to look at these:
I also have a couple of review books:
I’m going to read the beginning of each to see which grabs me the most.
Yesterday we went to watch our grandchildren rock climbing at Ratho at the Edinburgh International Climbing Arena.
This is our oldest granddaughter, underneath the overhang, looking like spiderman:
and grandson, in the middle of the photo, nearing the top of his climb – white stripe down the side of his tracksuit trousers:
and finally our youngest granddaughter, who was fearless as she scaled the wall!

We’d been to watch them once before – see this post.
And here is their granddad in his youth, rock climbing in Wales – note no rope, or helmet! Safety standards have improved since then!
But he is using a rope in this one:
More Saturday Snapshots can be seen at Alyce’s blog At Home with Books.