Posts filed under ‘Short Stories’
Ages ago, when Corey was studying in London, she sent me this perfect little slate-blue volume from Persephone Books. Intriguingly called Tea with Mr. Rochester, the book had beautifully flowered endpapers and even a matching bookmark, betraying an attention to detail that I found endearing.
In fact, the book was so pretty that, um, it stayed on my shelf in my “To Be Read” pile for between four and five years (I don’t remember exactly when she sent it to me, but it was a long time ago). Finally, after finishing Far from the Madding Crowd, I was in need of a little palate-cleanser, and I cracked this one open.
I was completely surprised to find that it was a collection of beautiful little short stories, each independent of the others, but perfectly matched to portray the same sort of feeling — of England between the wars, mostly in the countryside, where the old ways are fading even as a certain magic clings to everyday life with tenacity.
Often, short stories are compared to multiple jewels set in the same piece of jewelry. In the case of Tea with Mr. Rochester, the stories are more akin to facets of the same jewel, or maybe a ring of mirrors, each reflecting the same thing from a slightly different angle. (more…)