Review: Barbara Comyns’ “Our Spoons Came from Woolworths”
One of this week’s book parcels, I was meant to read this *in between* working on assignments. Sigh. I should know myself better. I started yesterday morning, then a bit more last night, and this morning’s snippet turned into a read-in rather than a study-in.
To quote the giver of this gift, this partly fictionalised autobiography is “a little bizarre but strangely compelling”. Comyns writes of/as Sophia Fairclough, married at 21 to a narcissistic ne’er-do-well artist, is the surprise bearer of two children, and is amazingly (in the true sense of the word) naïve when it comes to humans or money or functioning adulthood. Thank heavens the horrible things that happen to her give her a reality check and salvation all at once, and even the (spoiler!) Prince Charming outcome wasn’t too painful. Absorbing and charming, which is rather how one suspects the author must have been in person. Most entertaining.
Where it came from: Gift from MOD
Time and manner of reading: Increasingly hungry reads over a 24-hour period
Where it went: KS via MR
Reminds me of: At first, the voice reminds a little disturbingly of Queenie in Blackadder III … but then it becomes a creation all of its own
Who I’d recommend it to: Readers after a little frippery and history at once
Also reading: Rabbit #4; How to Read a Poem by Edward Hirsch; Selected Essays by George Orwell