& both books to me feature an amazing theme of the ability to forgive people in their childhoods who have done them both a great wrongs. This memoir by Kiwi Rugby Sevens player Ruby Tui & NZ singer Stan Walker’s memoir (Impossible: My Story) employed the same ghostwriter, Margie Thomson. I am going to look for more authors & poets reading their own work – I know I already discovered Truman Capote there. You Tube is an absolute treasure trove for me. & the reading finishes with a fragment of Coole Park And Ballylee(1931) but what a fragment it is! The reading is magnificent, but I did want to read the whole thing. I will bump my rating of the poem up to 5. & there is a second reading of The Lake Isle of Innisfree Much stronger & more passionate. A belief that the happy will be rewarded in heaven? 5★ Next is The Fiddler of Dooney which seems a bit clearer here 5★ (rating adjusted after hearing the second reading. Other than Georgette Heyer‘s works, I’m not currently doing much rereading, but I think I will make an exception for this one, as I have the uneasy feeling I’m being a bit unfair.Īs can anything beat hearing a poet recite his own poetry?įirst up The Lake Isle of Innisfree Yeats’s voice is wavering with age yet also curiously strong.Ī beautiful poem full of longing. But Sayers is such a literary writer! The way she chose to abridge some speech in a courtroom was brilliant! A satisfactory if somewhat tragic resolution & I feel a bit foolish that I didn’t guess the solution. I very much enjoyed the start, the detailed characters (all of whom were easy to tell apart & remember) but the story started to drag for me when Lord Peter went to France I became a little impatient.

I would doubt that the clip would be listenable outside Aotearoa (NZ) but the picture where Dylan is standing is interesting. I could follow some of the information about the bell ringing, as there has been some publicity about a young Kiwi who was a bell ringer for King Charles III’s coronation. & I suspect I would have rated this tale much higher if I hadn’t been trying to read it during a relatively busy time for me.

She saw the crime and its ensuing investigation as merely the framework for a much larger story, the skeleton – if you will- upon which she could hang the muscles organs, blood vessels, and physical features of a much larger tale. While many detective novelists from the Golden Age of mystery kept their plots pared down to the requisite crime, suspects, clues and red herrings, Sayers did not limit herself to so limited a canvas in her work. This is a book for a patient reader – which is normally the sort of book I hate!Įlizabeth George wrote a really great introduction for this edition.

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