Wednesday, 31 December 2014

My 2014 in books, music and dramatic arts

It's the last day of 2014! My first thought when looking back on this year was "Well... it could have been better." Then, I scrolled through all of my blog posts of the year and realized just how many absolutely wonderful things I've discovered regarding all of my interests that I've been blogging about. I've read books that will stay with me for the rest of my life, found loads of new music to keep up with, seen some truly astonishing films, and even had a couple of enlightening theatre experiences. So, the following post is a re-cap of my past year's experiences around my usual blogging subjects, as well as a celebration of my favorite forms of art. As for blogging plans for 2015... Oh yes, I've got those. Such as reviewing all the things listed below that I haven't blogged about yet.


Top 5 Best Books I read in 2014 (excluding the ones I re-read)

1. Stardust by Neil Gaiman
2. Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell by Susanna Clarke
3. Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman
4. Ballet Shoes by Noel Streatfeild
5. The Hound of the Baskervilles by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Top 5 Singers and Bands I found in 2014

1. The Script
2. Sara Bareilles
3. Ellie Goulding
4. Linda Eder
5. Jessie J.

(But the best album of the year for me was, without a doubt, Colm Wilkinson's Broadway and Beyond when it finally became available on Spotify.)

Top 5 Films I saw in 2014

1. August: Osage County
2. The Quartet
3. Murder on the Orient Express (TV film in the ITV Poirot series)
4. Julie & Julia
5. Disney's The Princess and the Frog

Top 5 Personalities I discovered in 2014 and will totally internet-stalk forevermore

1. Benedict Cumberbatch – I can't believe it's been less than a year since I first saw him on Sherlock, I already feel like I've been a fangirl forever!
2. Steven Moffat
3. Nick Dear
4. Neil Gaiman – I seriously recommend following him on Facebook, his feed makes the most interesting content on my Facebook wall nowadays!
5. Meryl Streep – of course I had seen her doing great film roles before and I have always appreciated her, but this year I sort of realized the full extent of her phenomenal awesomeness for the first time. I saw her do three completely different yet equally brilliant roles in August: Osage County, Julie & Julia and The Iron Lady, and decided I have to see more of her!

A Long List of Other Important Discoveries in 2014


  • I found Sherlock, for goodness' sake! The third series aired in Finland in March, and swept me off so completely that it feels like I've loved it forever. It's got me obsessing over aforementioned Benedict Cumberbatch and Steven Moffat, and is the main reason why I'm reading through the original Arthur Conan Doyle stories now. What a ride it has been.
  • Through Sherlock I also discovered Doctor Who, and even though I don't adore it quite as completely and unconditionally, it's still been very important in being the first sci-fi thing I have ever enjoyed, and explaining to me why people might find that genre so fulfilling.
  • I've continued my infatuation with the Victorian era, but I also developed a sudden interest in the Napoleonic Wars and now I have to read more books and see more films in that setting.
  • I've always been a faithful Potterhead, but this year I re-discovered my love for the wizarding world on a whole new level. 
  • I feel like I started re-appreciating the fantasy genre in general. I used to read loads of boulder-sized epic fantasy books when I was younger, then I got a bit bored because there seemed to be such strong conventions around that genre, and every fantasy writer I read was basically aspiring to be Tolkien. However, now I'm getting the hang of some very different sub-genres of fantasy and I'm really excited to find out more about them!
  • I'm not a very visually-minded person so it's usually quite hard for me to appreciate dance as an art form in the way I love literature and theatre. But there's one exception – ballet. I love watching ballet and I've watched it this year (thanks to Youtube) more than ever before. I've also spent entire days just listening to ballet music. 
  • I don't get to go to the theatre nearly as often as I'd like (because there usually isn't much going around here that interests me enough to pay for the not-so-cheap tickets) but I saw two wonderful plays this year: The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time at a local theatre, and a live screening of National Theatre's Frankenstein.  

New Years Blogging Resolutions for 2015! I'm going to...

  • watch more Meryl Streep films
  • finish reading all of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes stories, and participate in Hamlette's Birthday Blog Party for Sherlock Holmes
  • stalk the internet for everything related to Sherlock and The Hollow Crown
  • start reviewing films and board games on the blog!
  • start reading Patrick O'Brian's "Aubrey-Maturin" books which are a series of naval adventures set in the Napoleonic Wars. The bromance between Captain Jack Aubrey and Dr Stephen Maturin is lovely and deep according to every review I've read, so I have high hopes.
  • read all of Shakespeare's plays in the order they're presented in my Wordsworth Library edition. As I have 32 plays to read (having finished Henry VI and Richard III already) and I don't want to make this a full-time project, it will probably take me a couple of years to get through. Looks like Titus Andronicus is up next... Eww.



Before 2014 is gone for good, I want to say Thank You to each and every reader who has visited this year – I adore every single comment you have left me, and jump for joy each time I see someone new here. Special Thanks go to all my fellow bloggers whom I follow because they share my interests and give me an endless supply of new things to try out. Let's keep adding great stuff to the Blogiverse in 2015, right?

Happy New Year! See you in 2015 :)





Friday, 12 December 2014

Situation update!

Hi everyone! You might have noticed that this blog has been rather sleepy lately, and that's NOT because I don't feel like blogging - quite the opposite. Unfortunately, my trusty laptop completely busted some weeks ago and I'm such a whiner that I can't use my parents' computer instead. It seems that my inspiration for blogging has a lot to do with the fact that I can haul my laptop wherever I choose (usually my bed, the couch or the University cafe) and the idea of sitting down at a fixed spot to write is really off-putting! Even the Blogger Dashboard looks wrong on the other computer even though it's basically identical! Now, Dear Laptop has been to the iDoctor and it looks like the fixing will cost so much it might be wiser to replace it altogether. So I don't need to wonder what I want for Christmas anymore!

Now, while I'm laptop-less and not liking the idea of letting the blog just sleep, I'm going to give you a sneak preview on what I've been planning... (Because I've been using up all my usual blogging time to blog planning time!) So here's what to  expect when I can blog properly again!

- a review on Shakespeare's Richard III and some very happy thoughts about the cast for the new Hollow Crown series

- the superb ITV Hercule Poirot TV films, from the ninth series onwards (because they're the good ones)

- my favourite current playwrights and screenwriters 

- a bunch of The Hound of the Baskervilles screen adaptations in one post 

- A Study in Scarlet, The Sign of Four and The Adventures and Memoirs O Sherlock Holmes

- I love tag question challenges and thought, why not make my own tag? I won't tell you what the tag is about just yet because I'm evil... I think you'll find out in January. I'm quite proud of it, to be honest, and can't wait to challenge a couple of you blogger friends!

I wrote this post on my phone and it insists on using Finnish spell-check everywhere, so if there are weird, Finnish words anywhere that's why. I did check this one before publishing and that was a wise thing to do - the spell-check had honestly suggested liekinheitinnorsu at one point! What...? So, happy pre-Christmas to everyone and beware of flame-throwing elephants... Because at least my phone seems to think such monsters exist.

Wednesday, 3 December 2014

Christmas Carol Count-down!

So we are FINALLY done with November – joy joy joy!!! I did a bit of Christmas blogging last year, which made it quite apparent how fond I am of this particular, approaching holiday. Normally, the first thing I do in the name of Christmas love is buy myself an advent calendar, and right up until this year there was an absolutely lovely one with illustrations by Rudolf Koivu, who will get his own blog post soon. However, now they've stopped making it for some inexplicable reason! And once you've grown used to having a Rudolf Koivu advent calendar, you can't really see the point of getting any other calendar. So I won't have an advent calendar on my wall this Christmas season, but I came up with something else.

I'm going to count down the days till Christmas Day by posting my 24 favourite Christmas tunes! Christmas carols and other holiday songs are one of my absolute favourite things about this holiday, so of course I want to spread the love on my blog. The title of the post says Christmas Carol Count-down, but I guess some of the songs I'm going to share won't be traditional carols, strictly speaking. I'm going to edit the songs into this same post each day until December the 24th (because that's where a Finnish/Nordic advent calendar ends, we don't celebrate the actual Christmas Day that much which is weird) and in case somebody missed my Christmas posts last year, let's link them in before we get to caroling:

A Christmas Tag, do this on your own blog by all means, what's more fun than Christmas and tags?

What Christmas means to me, my musings on why exactly this holiday is still so important to me

In defence of Finnish Christmas treats, because Sweden dared suggest that Finns eat swastika-shaped pastries at Yuletide.

Now then, let the count-down begin!

Day 4 – Santa Baby by Eartha Kitt

I couldn't help thinking about what my Christmas wish list might possibly contain. I don't care so much about all the luxuries that Eartha Kitt sings about here, though. This is a funny, ironic jewel among Christmas songs, which tend to be either solemn or boisterously merry.



Day 3 – Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas by Judy Garland

I haven't seen the film Meet Me in St. Louis where Judy Garland originally sang this song, but I definitely mean to. I've always agreed with this song in the fact that Christmas is the time to be close to your loved ones and have merry thoughts. That, combined with Judy Garland's flawless voice, makes this one of the warmest Christmas tunes in the world.



Day 2 – The Little Drummer Boy by Stevie Wonder

Even if I don't celebrate Christmas for Christian reasons, there are many carols with a Christian message that I absolutely adore. The Little Drummer Boy has been one of my favourites since I was very small, and I think the wonderful Stevie Wonder does the best version of it. The background instruments are perfect and Stevie Wonder sounds beautiful. Enjoy.




Day 1 – White Christmas by Bing Crosby

This is an undying classic for a reason. Many other artists have of course covered this song on their Christmas album, but in my opinion, nobody captures it quite like Mr Crosby. I'm completely in love with his voice and my Christmas celebrations are never complete without this one.



Friday, 28 November 2014

When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drums

The Finnish Parliament is going to vote about gay marriage and adoption today, so the occasion calls for a picture of Freddie and Stuart dressed in suits.


The gentlemen have also been added to my Favourite Fictional LGBT Couples post. I don't think any TV show has made me laugh as hard and continuously as Vicious.

I do hope the Parliament will have the courage to set Finland towards the direction that all the other Nordic countries and several Western countries that we want to be grouped with have already taken.

Edit// 105 out of 200 MPs voted in favour of the new law! 

Thursday, 6 November 2014

Library treasures

Hi everyone! The local library was holding an outlet book sale, meaning they were selling out their old library books for just TWO EUROS each, so of course I went. Good thing too, because I found some pretty amazing books. 

First, something you never see on the shelves of Finnish bookstores: ALL of Charles Dickens' Christmas stories! 


Christmas Books contains all of the novellas, of which I've only read A Christmas Carol so far.


Christmas Stories compiles all the short stories, and I don't remember reading any of these. What a happy Christmas I'm going to have, getting through all of this!


Then there's this one little book that I picked up just because it was pretty and French. 


And finally, indulging my habit of collecting sheet music from musicals. 




Thursday, 30 October 2014

The Curious Incident of a Brilliant, Finnish Theatre Experience

Alright, I'll have to explain that title. To be perfectly honest, the more I've learned about theatre and my own preferences in it, the more wary I've become of productions in my home country. There will probably be a separate blog post on this subject because I've actually given a lot of thought as to why I'm generally so unimpressed by Finnish theatre. Fortunately, though, I get to say generally and not always. Because sometimes, a production like The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time at Tampereen Työväen Teatteri will reveal how much potential there could be even in my home town.

The triumph of The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time began in 2003, as a very successful mystery novel written by Mark Haddon. The novel won the Whitbread Book of the Year Award and the Guardian Children's Fiction Prize, just to name a few, and in 2012 it was adapted to the stage by Simon Stephens. The play went on to win a staggering amount of seven Laurence Olivier Awards, including Best New Play. So, when Tampereen Työväen Teatteri (one of the two biggest local theatres, originally a workers' theatre) staged it this autumn, I was both intensely intrigued and somewhat reassured to see a production that had already won so much acclaim in London. Now I can say, without a moment's hesitation, that TTT's Yöllisen koiran merkillinen tapaus is the best theatre production I have ever had the good fortune to see here in in Finland. It is respectful of the original Britishness of the play, simple yet stunningly effective in its visual execution, abundant in versatile actors and masterfully directed by Otso Kautto.


The play's rather singular title originates from a phrase that Sherlock Holmes coins in The Adventure of Silver Blaze. The protagonist is 15-year-old Christopher Boone, who starts investigating the death of his neighbour's dog, à la the Great Detective whose adventures he reads avidly. Asperger's syndrome makes it difficult for him to interact with people and his father seems especially opposed to his investigations, but eventually the clues lead Christopher to a revelation even more devastating than the identity of Wellington's killer.

The entire nine-man cast of this production is superb, and Jyrki Mänttäri does the most admirable job of all in carrying the weight of the principal role. Mänttäri is of course considerably older than his character, but he expresses Christopher's unwavering conviction, shattering feeling of betrayal, and everything in between with such credibility that you won't doubt for a second that you are watching a 15-year-old boy who never lies and doesn't understand metaphors. Auvo Vihro and Minna Hokkanen, a married couple in real life, make Ed and Judy's scenes thick with tension, and the way Miia Selin plays Christopher's teacher makes it perfectly self-evident that Christopher would draw inspiration and comfort from her when he faces a dilemma. The rest of the cast play a platoon of minor roles and are all extremely enjoyable to watch – Eeva-Riitta Salo's Mrs Alexander and Petra Ahola playing an ATM machine especially had the entire audience in stitches. Director Otso Kautto deserves all the praise I can possibly give for his work because all the (numerous!) funny bits roll on effortlessly, without ever lapsing into the domain of typically Finnish, overblown, eye-roll-inducing "comedy" with giant quotation marks. Equally, all the serious moments are given the space and the weight that they need in order to reach the audience. The scene where Christopher finds the letters (I won't be more specific than that, in case someone doesn't want spoilers about the plot) is especially chilling, combining Mänttäri's excellent physical expression, the best dialogue between Vihro and Hokkanen, and what is in my opinion the most genius part in Simon Stephens' script.


Normally, I'm not a visually-minded person and it shows very much in how I appreciate different forms of art. Reading a good book or listening to a wonderful piece of music is the best thing in the world, but place me in front of a painting and my mind goes completely blank, regardless of how exquisite and/or famous it is. I suppose being practically blind in my other eye might have contributed to my inclination of appreciating the none-visual aspects in life and in arts. When I go to the theatre, I'm always on the look-out for well-written dialogue and good delivery from the actors, rather than impressive staging. However, I'll have to say something about the visual execution of TTT's The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, because it was brilliant enough that even I noticed how brilliant it was. Once again, that brilliance was founded in fearless simplicity. In the first act, there is nothing on the stage except a small, circular platform where Christopher stays throughout the action; other characters talk to him from the main stage and sometimes sit on the edge of his "bubble", but never quite share his space. It didn't hit me till the intermission that all the various scenes in the first act had taken place on this bare and simple staging – the fact is, the stage had served the story so accurately and the actors had carried the action so effortlessly that I doubt it ever crossed anyone's mind that the stage itself should somehow visually represent the setting.

In the beginning of the second act, Christopher undertakes a journey to London, and his safe bubble is gone. Instead, there are grey walls on wheels that look rather menacing, especially as they circle around poor, lost Christopher in a representation of his new, frightening surroundings. The entire journey sequence is marvelously presented; the walls transform into a Christopher-crushing tunnel, a train, a London tube station and a bedroom without a moment's hesitation. What to most people is a simple movement from point A to point B is an adventure of heroic proportions to Christopher. The atmosphere is set so accurately and the actors deliver so powerfully that you find yourself rooting for Christopher as if he was on a quest to save the world. As someone who has a very public long-distance love affair with London, I could only adore that short, but effective representation of the tube station in particular. It's really just a little moment where Christopher is surrounded by the diverse layers of the metropolis' population and an operatic busker provides background music, but I knew instantly where we were and rejoiced in the moment.

If you appreciate good theatre to any extent and if you happen to be anywhere near Tampere, I think you should see this play. I repeat, it is the best Finnish theatre production I have ever seen. Mark Haddon's novel and Simon Stephens' script make a solid foundation from which the cast and the production team have constructed a theatre experience that takes every advantage of the cleverness and truthfulness of the story they are telling.

Photos by Jouko Siro, from the TTT web page

Monday, 20 October 2014

Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell

When you've spent most of your free time reading books for the greatest part of your life, you get used to having books fall more or less neatly into defined genres. There is of course nothing wrong with this – but those couple of times when you do meet a book that defies categorization, the whole world of literature suddenly feels a lot wider and full of things yet to explore. Susanna Clarke's Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell is one of these books.

Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell certainly manages to fit many things into its almost 800 pages. The setting is England and some other familiar parts of Europe in the early 1800s, so you could call it historical fiction. The title characters are two magicians striving to bring magic back to England, so you'd be compelled to call it a fantasy novel. All this is narrated and described in a confidently satirical style that bends itself to witty humour as well as pinpointing the most despicable qualities of human nature; look up any review of this novel, and it will always be likened to the style of Dickens and Austen, aka the gold-diggers of irony, with good reason.

I was probably eleven or twelve years old when I first tried to read this book, and I couldn't get past the second chapter. This review will show that I found great appreciation for Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell now, at the age of 23, but I would still say that it doesn't show its most favourable face in the first chapters. Even I, who adore big, slow-paced novels like The Lord of the Rings and Les Misérables, think that it takes Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell a little too long to get properly started. The starting premise for the story is that Northern England was reigned by a mysterious Raven King, also known as John Uskglass, who brought magic with him from the land of Faerie. By 1806, the Raven King's realm has been a part of regular England for hundreds of years and magic has dwindled into a purely theoretical, academic pastime of educated gentlemen. Suddenly, Mr Norrell steps in; in his Yorkshire home he has hoarded himself England's most impressive collection of magic books, and now he claims to be capable of practicing magic as well. The first chapters of the book are all about the Learned Society of York Magicians finding out about Mr Norrell and debating back and forth whether he is really capable of magic. It takes ages for Mr Norrell to actually prove himself right and subsequently decide that he must move to London and make magic more widely known. Then it takes an even longer time for the other leading man, Jonathan Strange, to appear.

Mr Norrell is a very well-written and unknowingly hilarious character with his deadpan-snarky, book-hoarding habits and I had loads of fun reading about him, but he is not the go-to man for making a dynamic storyline. As I read on about him awkwardly establishing himself in the London social life and making some very questionable friends, I got more and more impatient to meet Jonathan Strange. He serves as a charming, energetic, over-confident foil for Mr Norrell, and he is exactly what the story needs to reach a natural flow. By the middle of the book, there are a lot of great characters and mysterious story lines to look out for; first of all, there's the diabolical fairy whom Mr Norrell summons in order to complete a magic spell. He is never given any other name than "the gentleman with thistle-down hair" and he forces a Cabinet minister's wife and butler to attend all-night balls in his fairy-kingdom Lost-Hope, while also encouraging the butler, Stephen Black, to take revenge on all white Englishmen for making his people slaves. Meanwhile, Mr Norrell's servant Childermass appears to be hiding things from his employer, such as his acquaintance with Vinculus, whom Mr Norrell dismisses as a street charlatan who has nothing to do with real magic, but whose crucial importance is quite obvious to everyone else – for one, he makes a very mysterious and sinister prophecy about two English magicians and John Uskglass.

As you will notice, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell picks up its pace considerably after the somewhat stationary initial chapters. I don't think I've read anything except Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows as obsessively as I did the last third of this one. Little by little, the whiplash-witty Jane Austenish comedy of manners had morphed into a very dark tale of magic beyond human understanding and I had absolutely no idea where the story would end up, and I had to know. Boy, did this big book turn out to be the complete opposite of dull.

Illustration from the book, by Portia Rosenberg
Let's talk about the brilliance of the characters first. Susanna Clarke knows how to bring characters to life to the extent that you start seeing their faces in front of you and hearing their voices in your head. Mr Norrell, Jonathan Strange, Strange's wife Arabella, John Childermass, Stephen Black, that completely insane gentleman with the thistle-down hair – all of these characters and many others are masterfully done, but Mr Norrell was an especially great accomplishment. He isn't exactly likeable most of the time, but I got to know him so well in just the space of a couple of chapters that whenever he did those petty, self-centered things that he does, I found myself thinking "oh yes, that's exactly the kind of thing Mr Norrell would do", as if I was despairing over an irredeemable relative. (Not that I have any, especially if my relatives happen to be reading this.) The novel also features a couple of real historical personalities, and the best of these was Lord Wellington, later made Duke. Of course, the point that sealed my appreciation for this book was when Jonathan Strange got involved in the Napoleonic Wars – the little war nutter just loved all the exposition about the movements of Wellington's and Napoleon's armies, and all that soldierly atmosphere. Oh, and Lord Wellington – instead of going overly reverential about Britain's greatest war hero, Susanna Clarke once again creates a personality that you really feel like you get to know, and who is more hilarious than he probably intended.

The war campaign sections remind me of another aspect, besides the characters, that I really appreciated in Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell – the way it treats its fantasy element. It took me quite a while to grasp what "practicing magic" actually means in the universe of this book, and the solution is beautifully simple in the end, like all exceptionally clever concepts tend to be. Clarke manages to establish the existence of magic in the English history so convincingly that it supports the setting in the book's timeline as well, even though the reader is only given little snippets of the history of the Raven King and his once-realm in Northern England. You really get to understand what a fickle job Strange and Norrell are undertaking, trying to revive something that hasn't existed in England for hundreds of years. The portrayal of magic in Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell makes a very interesting comparison with most typical works of the fantasy genre, as it feels both smaller and bigger; smaller, in the sense that there are no climactic wizards' duels, no quests to save the world from an evil force, and Strange and Norrell often deliberately dismiss most of the flashy stuff that we are most used to associating with fantasy and magic as impractical; but bigger, because as the element of magic slowly takes over in the narrative, it places people's lives and fates at stake. If these characters are battling with anything, it would be the darkness in their own selves.



Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell was the first book in a very long time that I read as a Finnish translation, and I want to say a couple of words about the translation – because it was the best translation of a novel that I have ever read. Helene Bützow (whose other translation works include Philip Pullman's His Dark Materials trilogy) has done a fantastic job in providing the kind of vibrant, flowing translation that Susanna Clarke's writing deserves. I learned English at a very early age, and I soon started reading all English books in their original language, because the quality of the language almost always suffers in the translation process. There's always something in a translation that doesn't feel quite natural, something that makes it obvious that you're not reading the words of the original writer. Bützow, however, manages to convert the unabashedly  British atmosphere of Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell into Finnish that is not only tolerable, but actually beautiful to read. She demonstrates how expressive and descriptive the Finnish language can be at its best by putting in absolutely lovely words such as hailakka, juurakko and villavatukkainen herra (which is the translation of "the gentleman with thistle-down hair"). The only thing I found a bit curious was that "Raven King" had been left untranslated. Not that any reader should have trouble understanding what those words mean (the novel is quite clearly targeted at adult readers, after all), but "the Raven King" is used as a title rather than a name, which is apparent by the inclusion of the article in the English version. "Raven King" translates into "Korppikuningas" in a very straightforward way, and in my opinion that translation has the same dark, mysterious feel as the original title. What would you say, Finnish readers?
Finnish readers could also tell me their opinion of this review on Helsingin Sanomat, from 2005. While I've been on the subject of Finnish language at its best, I was truly appalled at how that review shows our language at its worst. I don't despise that piece of writing just because it rates the book so negatively, but because that's supposed to be the leading newspaper in the country and the use of language is so... Well, what would you say?

So, if someone wanted to broaden their perspective of fantasy literature, I would point them towards Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell – especially if they happened to share my love for historical fiction and/or British irony. Susanna Clarke's novel is a very thoughtful and absorbing experience once you get past the first chapters, and it will have you both sniggering out loud and turning the pages in feverish excitement. Although, if you're a hardcore feminist, you might be somewhat disappointed about the use of female characters – I have to admit I was a bit, and I'm not in the hardcore feminist habit of looking for faults in every female depiction in every work of literature.

Now then, to finish off the post (which has been unusually long, like my couple of last posts have been too – what happened to my appreciation of concise writing?) I would desperately like to set up some discussion about Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell. You see, despite the fact that the book got quite a bit of attention on its publication and was marketed as "Harry Potter for adults", it doesn't seem to be nearly as widely-known as it deserves. I myself know exactly two people (excluding myself) who have read it, and because this book was such a thought-provoking experience for me I would love to be able to properly discuss it with like-minded people! So let's get some conversation going on in the comments, shall we? And in order to give us the freedom to discuss whatever aspects of the book we want to, I'll say that people who don't want spoilers, don't read the comments, or the discussion questions I'm about to put up next. Yes, discussion questions! Of course, you can say absolutely anything you like about this novel, but I thought ready-made discussion topics might help kick off the conversation. And if you're interested in further reader participation, I could point out that I included a poll in my Hobbit review just for you readers!


  • What do you think about the female characters in Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell? The ones that can be described as "major" or at least important in any way are Arabella Strange and Lady Pole, and their main job in the narrative seems to be getting enchanted by the gentleman with thistle-down hair. This doesn't really lessen my enjoyment of the book, it just struck me as somewhat odd – given that Charles Dickens and Jane Austen, whose works had a great influence on this one, wrote hugely important female characters in their novels.
  • Who else was completely shocked about what happened between Mr Norrell, Lascelles and Childermass when they returned to Hurtfew Abbey in the end? Returning to Yorkshire where the story began was a very refined move in my opinion, I liked it a lot, but oh my God, that scumbag Lascelles cut Childermass' face. And Norrell chose to let him stay in the house. Now excuse my language, but what the Hell Norrell?! Mr Norrell did a fair share of not-so-great things in the course of the narrative, and that last one was The Worst. Do you think that sharing the curse of darkness with Strange was enough of a punishment to him, and did he ever realize how wrong he had been in some of the things he did? I would say no and no. At least, the book itself never shows us Mr Norrell repenting his actions, and that bothered me. Especially as I absolutely loved how Childermass developed in the book and cried like a baby when he went to the stables to ride away from Hurtfew Abbey and all the servants were there to show him respect.
  • I'm tremendously interested in cultural differences within countries, but I know very little about the North/South differences in England. Can anybody enlighten me on this? Does the division of the Raven King's Northern England and the "regular" Southern England serve some pre-existing perception on those cultural differences? 
Anyone who joins the discussion in the comments will have my eternal gratitude for giving me the opportunity to converse about a book that it seems nobody in Finland has heard of. Thank you in advance! Should I start putting discussion questions in all of my reviews?




Tuesday, 14 October 2014

King Henry VI by William Shakespeare


I seem to be making a habit of getting immensely excited about Shakespeare’s earlier plays that the rest of the world firmly regards as ”not very good” attempts by a man who was to become the Bard but was not yet at the height of his genius. Well, alright, Titus Andronicus was quite impossible for me to like because it violated the rules of drama even worse than its poor characters, but I have a very special place in my drama geek’s heart for The Comedy of Errors, The Two Gentlemen of Verona, and Timon of Athens – all of which are usually placed at the beginning of Shakespeare’s career, way before the ”great ones”. Now the same thing has happened with the three parts of King Henry VI.  

Shakespeare wrote two tetralogies, or series of four plays, about five consecutive kings of Britain. Richard II, the two parts of Henry IV and Henry V are called the ”second tetralogy” because they were written later, at a period when Shakespeare was starting to write his ”better” plays according to scholarly opinion. The three parts of Henry VI and Richard III are therefore called the ”first tetralogy” even though they actually take place after the second one. And even though Richard III was an instant hit at the time it was first performed and is still one of the most frequently-staged and well-known plays in Shakespearean canon, the first tetralogy as a whole is considered to be of a less refined quality than the second.

Say what you will, Shakespeareans, but Henry VI was an absolute page-turner for me, all three parts of it. I’m guessing that my attraction for these plays comes mostly from the fact that I find everything related to the politics and machinations behind wars hugely interesting. Essentially, I’m a war nutter – though I don’t really care for the part when people are actually on the field going bang bang at each other (or whatever the sound effect is in the case of swordfighting). So I really shouldn’t have been surprised to find myself liking a series of plays that depicts the Wars of the Roses. Here’s what happens: When the great warrior king Henry V dies, the crown passes to his infant son. Henry VI grows up heavily influenced by numerous noblemen of the court, including the Duke of Gloucester who is Protector of the kingdom. Gloucester, though, is one of the few who are actually loyal to the king, while most of the noblemen are scheming for their own profit entirely. Richard Plantagenet harbours a grudge against the royal house – the House of Lancaster – because in his eyes, the first Lancastrian king was a usurper and the crown should have stayed in the Plantagenet family. Even after King Henry makes him Duke of York, his hatred for the Lancasters persists. He gets into an argument with the Duke of Somerset, and the feud between the two men gradually grows into a fully-fledged war where Somerset’s faction wants to keep the Lancaster king Henry on the throne, and the Duke of York gathers supporters in order to take the throne for himself and, as he sees it, right the original wrong that Henry VI’s grandfather did to Richard II. This is not the only political strife going on – as was predicted at Henry V’s death, Henry VI loses all the French territories that his father conquered as his lords quarrel with each other and he is persuaded to make a politically worthless match with Margaret, daughter of a French nobleman somewhat down on his luck. When Margaret is made Henry’s queen, she takes an immediate disliking to the Duke of Gloucester, who has too much power over the king in her opinion. She gathers some noblemen on her side to finish off Gloucester. The Duke of York dies in battle, but his sons keep up the Yorkist cause – these sons will later become King Edward IV and King Richard III.

King Henry VI, r. 1422-1461

Whew, that was a long plot summary – but hey, that’s three plays, and as you probably noticed, there is a lot of scheming and back-stabbing going on. George R.R. Martin actually named the Wars of the Roses as a source of inspiration for A Song of Ice and Fire, so it’s not surprising at all that while reading Henry VI I was constantly thinking ”This is like Game of Thrones accelerated, SO AWESOME!” while I kept turning the pages like a war nutter gone, um, more nuts. Shakespeare took some liberties with historical accuracy when writing the first part of Henry VI, which deals with the loss of the French territories (with a guest appearance from Joan of Arc, who is here made a lying bitch who gets supernatural help from fiends instead of angels). For instance, Henry VI is old enough to marry in the play, while in reality he was just a baby. However, parts two and three are much more accurate, and go right to the roots of the Wars of the Roses. In an iconic scene, the Dukes of Somerset and York have an argument in the Temple gardens, and Somerset picks a red rose as his emblem while York picks a white one. Henry VI, who really doesn’t have clue about how politics work, insists that all of his noblemen must be equal and that he is very upset to see them disagreeing – but still, takes Somerset’s side in the argument, which then swells into royal proportions because of him.
Edward IV, r. 1461-1470
Henry VI couldn’t really be more different than Henry V, his father. His insignificance to the governing of Britain and the influence of the noblemen over him is made very clear from the very beginning – unlike all the other kings that Shakespeare wrote about, Henry VI doesn’t even appear till Act III of the first play. From there, things just go downhill for him, but it takes him quite a long time to realize just what his position is. Throughout the first two plays, he often stands meekly by while the various noblemen and his queen take turns in having massive rows in his presence, and even when he finally points out in the end that he is the king and therefore entitled to have his voice heard, Margaret has already taken his place as the symbol of the Lancastrian cause.

The fact that Shakespeare wrote so few female characters into his plays is an endless subject of woe for female enthusiasts – but I’d say that when the man did create a female character, they usually turned out damn fierce. Think about Lady Macbeth, Cleopatra, Portia, Rosalind, Paulina, Emilia – and Queen Margaret. My main motivation for reading through Henry VI was so I could get properly, well-informedly excited about the superstar-cast second series of The Hollow Crown. Now, just the prospect of seeing Sophie Okonedo play Margaret through this most interesting character arc is enough to reel my mind. She makes her first entrance to the Henry VI series when the English are fighting in France and the Earl of Suffolk, one of the many devious noblemen, decides to make a match between Margaret and Henry (he can’t marry Margaret himself because he already has a wife). His grand plan is to become the power behind the throne through Margaret. However, Margaret appears to possess quite a strong mind of her own. She plays an important part in bringing down Henry’s last loyal advisor, the Duke of Gloucester. She then feeds the flame of the Wars of the Roses by putting up a vehement opposition for the Yorkists, even when Henry starts to give in. When the two factions are lined up on the battle field, Margaret is also there, wearing armour, no matter how unnatural the men in the Yorkist side find it. She is furiously disappointed in her powerless husband and doesn’t keep quiet about it, and she is also a mother protecting a son whose inheritance of the throne is in danger. 

As action-packed and intriguing as the Henry VI series is, it does have its slow moments and a couple of plot-holes. Especially the first part wouldn't suffer at all for having a couple of scenes snapped off entirely, and sometimes it seems that the same characters have more or less the same argument twice, as if these quarrelsome characters didn't engage in enough verbal sparring already. The reason for Somerset and York's disagreement is some vague stuff about some law thing; seeing as this unspecified legal dispute leads to all that rose-picking, several murders and a great big civil war, it would have been very considerate to let the audience properly in on the background. A couple of characters suddenly pop up during the last scenes of the second part and as late as the third part, which in itself is completely fine, but then these late-comers suddenly become vitally important to the machinations of the civil war. Compared against some of the other characters, whose personalities and motivations have been developed from the very beginning, these newbies feel a bit plastered-on. Also, you shouldn't expect Henry VI to be an objective account of the Wars of the Roses; Shakespeare is quite clearly taking the Yorkist side. Seeing as he was writing at the time of Queen Elizabeth, whose dynasty had been founded by Henry VII marrying Elizabeth of York (daughter of Edward IV), it would probably have been unwise to favour the Lancasters. Then again, once the war between the factions was done he didn't have any qualms about writing Richard III as the most evil king ever in his next history play...

Still, even with those flaws present, the Henry VI plays are a lot better than what their status as "early plays" gives to understand. Shakespeare's earlier works are most commonly criticized for having less refined dialogue and more violence, which in some cases is a fair judgement (Titus Andronicus, that means you). I have to say though, I really enjoyed the language in all the Henry VI plays. Even if it's not as elevated in style as, say, Hamlet, there are many places where Shakespeare conveys an idea with heart-clenching precision. Whenever Queen Margaret opens her mouth for a monologue, you can expect an absolutely chilling delivery, and various characters, including Henry in one of his very few longer speeches near the end, say some pretty thoughtful stuff about why exactly the crown is so much coveted, with all the trouble it brings. Lots of characters die – in battle or in the hands of political enemies – but I wouldn't say there's any gore just for the sake of goriness. Each death happens for a reason, even if those reasons are all connected to the devastating premise of a country fighting within itself.

Who's with me in hugely anticipating the second series of The Hollow Crown? I'll be reading and reviewing Richard III very soon, and then I'll have to do a post about the cast that has been revealed so far, because boy are there some wonderful actors included!


Saturday, 11 October 2014

Day of the Girl

No book reviews or any of my other usual stuff today, folks – it's the UN's and Plan's Day of the Girl and that's very important.

Plan arranged quite an effective campaign for this year's Day of the Girl. One of the organisation's goals is to raise awareness of the fact that a shocking number of 15 million young girls are made child brides every year. From a Western point of view, all this happens somewhere very far away in very different cultures than ours. Can we really grasp what sorts of consequences marriage at an early age can have, what those millions of girls are being subjected to? Well, now 12-year-old "Thea" helps us visualize that as she blogs about preparing to be the first child bride in Norway.

Fortunately, the Norwegian law doesn't actually allow child marriages – "Thea" is a fictional character created specifically for the Plan campaign, as is the blog. That, however, doesn't lessen the power of the blog at all. Even though you know no such wedding is going to happen, when "Thea" writes about her thoughts on the prospect of moving in with her 37-year-old husband and quitting school because said husband will want her at home, you can't help feeling very disturbed. The blog also includes pictures of "Thea" trying on wedding dresses.

"Thea's" wedding, scheduled for today, did not happen. Still, the things that are written on her blog are reality for too many girls out there, and they are most likely not going to share the experience online.

Theas bryllupsblogg – apparently, this is where I put my skills in Swedish to good use for the first time since I took matriculation exams. Om du kan svenska, you'll be able to read it reasonably well.

Here is a couple of lines about the blog campaign in English.

PS. What a wonderful coincidence it is that Malala Yousafzai, who has raised her voice so fearlessly to support girls' right for education, was given the Nobel Peace Prize just yesterday, jointly with Kailash Satyarthi.

Friday, 10 October 2014

The Guardian's "1000 novels everyone must read"

Finland has a lot of "national days of this and that", which are often celebrated on the birthday of a notable Finnish personality. They are not official holidays and it really depends on one's own interest how much or how little you care to mark the occasion. Personally, I mostly forget about these various dates completely and wouldn't even notice they existed if it wasn't for all the Finnish flags being hoisted up. Today, however, I'm actually aware that it's the birthday of Aleksis Kivi, which also stands for the national day of Finnish literature. Aleksis Kivi is renowned as the author of Seven Brothers (Seitsemän veljestä) – one of the first Finnish novels ever, published in 1870 – and he is also considered a Finnish pioneer in the genre of realism, and one of the first people over here to make their entire living by writing – though this never quite worked out as well as Kivi might have wished and his life was unstable both mentally and financially.

Well, my relationship with Finnish literature is what it is, but as I was planning a bookish blog post anyway, I will take this chance to appreciate literature in a more global sense. So here follows the original post which I planned some days ago and which now fits in very conveniently with the national day of literature.

While the BBC booklist went around the internet last spring, The Guardian's list of 1000 Novels Everyone Must Read that had been compiled in 2009 re-surfaced. This list had been made by the Guardian's review team and a panel of expert judges, rather than by a public poll. I hope that readers everywhere will choose their reading according to their own interests (and occasionally because the teacher said so) instead of feeling pressure from some "definitive" list, but of course it was very interesting to see what this list looked like – and how I measured up against it myself. You can get your score on List Challenges. Here is what I have read out of the list:

Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe
Little Women by Louisa May Alcott
Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
Mansfield Park by Jane Austen
Emma by Jane Austen
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë
And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie
Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell by Susanna Clarke
Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad
Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens
A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens
A Study in Scarlet by Arthur Conan Doyle
The Sign of Four by Arthur Conan Doyle
The Hound of the Baskervilles by Arthur Conan Doyle
My Family and Other Animals by Gerald Durrell
Silas Marner by George Eliot
Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert
The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame
The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne
Les Misérables by Victor Hugo
Earthsea series by Ursula K. LeGuin
The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone by J.K. Rowling
The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Black Beauty by Anna Sewell
White Teeth by Zadie Smith
The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson
Ballet Shoes by Noel Streatfeild
The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien
The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
Around the World in Eighty Days by Jules Verne

That's 33 novels, which makes 3,3% out of the list. There were also a couple of books on the list that I started but never finished: Lord of the Flies by William Golding, The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco, and the His Dark Materials trilogy by Philip Pullman. The first two I gave up because I got too bored, but I really don't understand why I never finished the last book of His Dark Materials, because I was absolutely fascinated by the first two. I must have been busy with other stuff and put the book aside in order to return to it at a better time. I'll have to keep that in mind. I've also read City of Glass, which is one part of Paul Auster's The New York Trilogy – I didn't think much of it, it was one of those compulsory reads for a University course. 

There were also many books on that list that I will definitely be reading some day. I just made myself a "near-future reading list" (meaning "I won't take up any other reading till I've finished these") which happens to include eight books from the Guardian list. (My "far-future reading list" is vague and constantly changing, with no time limits except "before I die" and includes all the Charles Dickens books, for example.)

Thursday, 9 October 2014

The Hobbit, or There And Back Again

In 1936, a 10-year-old boy had the power to decide whether or not his father's publishing house was going to print out a manuscript that he had been given to read. In 2014, a 23-year-old woman is immensely glad that the boy said "yes" – because that manuscript was one of J.R.R. Tolkien's, which we nowadays know as The Hobbit, or There And Back Again!

I don't know if I belong to a minority here, but I read The Lord of the Rings before The Hobbit. I was deeply impressed by the character of Bilbo Baggins right from the start, and was absolutely thrilled when one of my friends told me there was actually a sort of prequel to Rings that was centered around my favourite hobbit. This same amazing person then gave The Hobbit to me as a birthday gift, and since then I have been reading it more or less once a year – so here we have one more example of a "children's book" that can cross over age classifications.

This is the part where I'm done with the introduction and intend to move on to my thoughts on the book, but before I do that I just have to mention really quickly that all the pictures in this post are by John Howe, who has made many wonderful illustrations for Tolkien's works. He even impressed Peter Jackson, who hired him (and Alan Lee) to do conceptual design for the films. So remember to admire John Howe's artwork while you read the post, alright?

Bilbo's Front Hall
In this age when movie-goers everywhere have seen two-thirds of Peter Jackson's epic, block-buster take on The Hobbit, is there anyone who doesn't know the story? Well, it seems I need that plot summary for myself in order to decide what things I want to point out, so here goes: Bilbo Baggins is a hobbit who lives a quiet and comfortable life in the finest hobbit-hole of the village until the wizard Gandalf comes by with the idea that Bilbo would make a good addition to a company of 13 dwarves who are about to embark on a long journey to the Lonely Mountain, which they intend to take back from the evil dragon Smaug whose attack on the mountain ended a once-thriving kingdom. Thorin Oakenshield, the leader of the dwarf company, is the descendant of the King under the Mountain and becomes more and more obsessed with gaining back his home as well as the fabulous treasure that the dragon guards. The 13 dwarves and the bemused hobbit encounter many adventures and dangers on their long journey, and little by little Bilbo proves his worth as Gandalf predicted. He also plays the famous match of riddles against Gollum and acquires a mysterious ring without having any idea how important this discovery will be.

An Unexpected Party
I should warn you that this book review is in great danger of becoming a Shameless Tribute to the Incomparable Awesomeness of Bilbo Baggins. Really, though, who can blame me for that? What is there not to admire about Bilbo Baggins? He is the very definition of an unlikely hero who has to end up in tight spots in order to show his best qualities. The dwarves would never have got past Mirkwood without Bilbo! He develops from an uncertain tag-along to a respected member of Thorin's company, and finally he makes decisions of his own when he realizes that Thorin's quest might not be so rightful and respectable after all. There is a great Genius Bilbo Moment in almost every chapter, and each of them builds his character significantly. He accepts that he is small and apparently insignificant to everyone around him, and he is smart enough to use it for his advantage. Everyone should take notes from Bilbo, seriously.

Gwaihir's Eyrie
One of the most common criticisms agains The Hobbit is that Bilbo is pretty much the only well-rounded character. The company of dwarves is mainly a bunch of confusingly similar names with no individual personalities, apart from Thorin whose long-kept bitterness and growing greed get a fair amount of attention especially towards the end of the book. The other 12 dwarves, on the other hand; Balin is the wise one, Bombur is the fat one, and Óin and Glóin light the fire – that's pretty much all you get out of them. One of my favourite things in the first Hobbit film was how they managed to make the dwarves into proper characters. Frankly, I don't mind their under-development in the book that much, because Bilbo makes up for them and there is so much going on anyway.

Smaug the Golden
The Hobbit is a proper adventure story in the sense that there's a wonderful variety of  locations. The places I always look forward to most when I travel with Bilbo and the dwarves are Rivendell, Beorn's house, the Woodland King's court and Lake Town. Tolkien doesn't devote quite as many pages to setting the scene and describing everything in minute detail as he does in The Lord of the Rings, but that's alright because I don't mind having the freedom to imagine. I'm especially intrigued by the elves of Mirkwood – the first Middle-Earth elves I met were the noble, serene and profoundly wise Eldar in The Lord of the Rings, and I quite like their wilder relatives in the dark, scary woods. Even if they are a little unreasonable in imprisoning the dwarves, you have to give them credit for going on hunting trips in a forest infested with giant spiders. Besides, King Thranduil turns out to be pretty decent in the end.

Smaug Destroys Lake Town
To finish off the review, let's get back to Bilbo's Incomparable Awesomeness – I managed to shut up about it for two paragraphs already, didn't I? Somewhere back between the first and second Hobbit films, there was a website that I can't find anymore which posted a rather brilliant poll on Bilbo's best moments. So I'm going to list all of Bilbo's great deeds in a similar fashion and ask you to comment on what is your favourite and why. And, to be absolutely mean, I'm going to make you choose just one. If you haven't read the book and don't want spoilers on the remaining Hobbit film, you probably should skip the poll.

So, what in your opinion was Bilbo's bravest deed on his journey to the Lonely Mountain?


  1. Deciding to go on an adventure in the first place
  2. Sneaking up on the trolls
  3. Playing riddles with Gollum
  4. Saving his friends from the giant spiders
  5. Getting everyone out of King Thranduil's dungeons
  6. Burgling from Smaug
  7. Giving the Arkenstone to Bard and King Thranduil behind Thorin's back
My choice would be number 7, without a doubt. After doing so much to aid the dwarves, Bilbo realizes that Thorin has been overcome by greed and the best thing to do is that one thing that will upset Thorin the most.