There were also six tables of different sizes, some armchairs gapingly stuffed, boxes, stools, and unravelling baskets, books and papers on every chair, a sofa for cats, a harmonium for coats, and a piano for dust and photographs. On the floor were strips of muddy matting, the windows were choked with plants, the walls supported stopped clocks and calendars, and smoky fungus ran over the ceilings. A black grate crackled with coal and beech-twigs towels toasted on the guard the mantel was littered with fine old china, horse brasses, and freak potatoes. That kitchen, worn by our boots and lives, was scruffy, warm, and low, whose fuss of furniture seemed never the same but was shuffled around each day. The first is a description of the family’s kitchen, a kitchen landscape. Instead of reviewing the book I wanted to share a few quotations from it that appealed to me. I was surprised to find that the novel is not told in a chronological order but is instead divided into thematic chapters, which I quite liked.
I watched the BBC adaption a few years ago and I think I’ve seen one of the earlier film versions but, hey, you can’t get enough of a good thing. I know I’m reading them the wrong way round but I can’t see that it really matters. Following on from my recent read of Lee’s As I Walked Out One Midsummer Morning I thought I should actually get round to reading Cider With Rosie.
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