Review: Stella Gibbons’ “Cold Comfort Farm”

by writereaderly

I really have become a farm girl. Here was this book… published in 1932… on the 178 list among the *cough* best of the best… and just because it has a pretentious London lass sneering at her entire country family at (symbolic) Cold Comfort Farm in (symbolic) Howling, “deepest Sussex”, I was all insulted. A comedy, no less, meant to be awfully good, just awfully. Instead, I thought young whatshername (already forgotten) was a right busy-bodied prat coming in and fixing up her family’s life to suit her fine sensibilities — always with aplomb, of course, good dress sense and blithe unconcern for anyone else’s plans. It was meant to be a spoof of idyllic countryside family sagas, but it just seemed like bitchy city folk getting their laughs off of country people then, when they were bored, (literally) flying back to Town to romance and parties. Not recommended.

Post-Script: Curses! It’s not on the 178 list after all! But it is on the BBC Challenge which I’m also slowly digesting… 

Where it came from: MM’s Bookshelf
Time taken to read: Various bed-nights and a bath
Where it went to: Back home
Reminds me of: Laurie Lee’s “Cider With Rosie”
Who I’d recommend it to:
Also reading: “The Heart of the Matter” by Graham Greene; “Gertrude” by Hermann Hesse; “The Plumed Serpent” by D.H. Lawrence; “The Reivers” by William Faulkner