<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176609311779372319</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:37:59.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stromata's Books</title><subtitle type='html'>A reading diary of sorts</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stromatabooks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176609311779372319/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stromatabooks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stromata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832208687872227170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uNK6qcgXLKU/R3z4-j-4ySI/AAAAAAAAAFA/iFIKNcBadto/S220/newsletter.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176609311779372319.post-7002141675773779325</id><published>2009-01-06T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T09:05:09.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Will They Ever Learn........................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNK6qcgXLKU/SWOO_UiB_iI/AAAAAAAAAJI/NpA23bMKFtw/s1600-h/whitewar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288227605957443106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNK6qcgXLKU/SWOO_UiB_iI/AAAAAAAAAJI/NpA23bMKFtw/s200/whitewar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark Thompson's&lt;/strong&gt; superbly researched account of this little known appendage to the wider 1914-18 war is a stark reminder of the impact of political ideology and the cost in human life, misery, suffering and deprivation caused by conflict. Starting from the blatant opportunist expansionist ideals of Italy's minority intellectual and political elite, double dealing and secret negotiations which finally brought Italy into the war on the side of the Allies, through to political ignominy in Paris in 1919, he paints a picture of a dysfunctional political Italy during the decades either side of the turn of the 19th/20th centuries, which laid the roots for fascism. The Italian military was in no better state, with its antiquated command structure cum strategy, an army under resourced in essential equipment and the inhuman treatment and knowing sacrifice of its own men. A side show this may have been, but one which had little support or understanding within the population at large and who paid with casualties comparable to the Allies on the western front for little or nothing to show in territorial or political gain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thompson leaves little doubt that the Austro-Hungarians are the aggrieved party in this conflict, with Italy the aggressor. Indeed Italy's claim to centuries' old Habsburg territory appears akin to German claims over the Sudetenland in 1939 and the Russian justification of their intervention in South Ossetia in 2008. There is also little doubt that the Habsburg's held what moral high ground there was in the conduct of the war and it is perhaps fortunate for Italy that she chose to be on the, ultimately, winning side in the larger 1914-18 war, for she was going nowhere on her own. However, with the subsequent rise of fascism under Mussolini it is questionable whether the rest of the world would agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Perhaps the lasting legacy of Thompson's account, however, will be the graphic and harrowing testimony of those participants caught up in a conflict they didn't understand or want and the wanton destruction and loss of life inflicted. Just one example, from many, illustrates the stark reality of the war, when in 1917, in a diversionary attack on Ortigara, `&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Italians have taken at least 25,000 casualties over the 19 days of the battle, on a front of three kilometres, for no gains whatsoever'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shorn of its basic facts this same attack is put more poignantly by Paolo Monelli, a captain in the Alpini, when the last enemy bombardment stopped, `... a vast silence spreads... Then groans from the wounded. Then silence once more. And the mountain is infinitely taciturn, like a dead world, with its snowfields soiled, the shell craters, the burnt pines. But the breath of battle wafts over all - a stench of excrement and dead bodies.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thompson's book is yet another lesson in the futility of war and should be mandatory reading for all political leaders and governments around the globe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3176609311779372319-7002141675773779325?l=stromatabooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stromatabooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7002141675773779325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stromatabooks.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-will-they-ever-learn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176609311779372319/posts/default/7002141675773779325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176609311779372319/posts/default/7002141675773779325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stromatabooks.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-will-they-ever-learn.html' title='When Will They Ever Learn........................'/><author><name>Stromata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832208687872227170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uNK6qcgXLKU/R3z4-j-4ySI/AAAAAAAAAFA/iFIKNcBadto/S220/newsletter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNK6qcgXLKU/SWOO_UiB_iI/AAAAAAAAAJI/NpA23bMKFtw/s72-c/whitewar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176609311779372319.post-2862906883870090451</id><published>2009-01-05T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T05:11:09.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Horses in Egypt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNK6qcgXLKU/SWIG1kzryjI/AAAAAAAAAJA/lXLpAnkJfMY/s1600-h/Book2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287796429969672754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNK6qcgXLKU/SWIG1kzryjI/AAAAAAAAAJA/lXLpAnkJfMY/s200/Book2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;When thinking back over my 2008 reading list a number of books written by new-to-me authors were very much enjoyed. One of these was Rosalind Belben's book &lt;strong&gt;'Our Horses in Egypt'&lt;/strong&gt;. However, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I almost didn't bother with this book - the storyline, horses going off to war etc was going to be either too sentimental or too harrowing for me - and the prose seemed a little strange from my quick glance in the bookshop. I am so glad that I did decide to keep it, once I got past page three or so, and therefore got used to Ms Belben's rather unusual style, I was absolutely hooked and couldn't put the book down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Set during the harrowing years of 1914-18 , Griselda's horse, Philomena, is requisitioned by the army and is taken, along with many others, abroad. When war is over Griselda, her six year old daughter and the child's nanny go to look for the horse. Part of the story is told through the eyes of the horse, her experience in battle and beyond and the other half of the sometimes comic tale is of the trio in search of the beloved horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This story follows on from Ms Balben's earlier book 'Hound Music', which I have not read, and this was not a problem. However it is now firmly on my 'to be read' pile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3176609311779372319-2862906883870090451?l=stromatabooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stromatabooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2862906883870090451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stromatabooks.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-horses-in-egypt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176609311779372319/posts/default/2862906883870090451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176609311779372319/posts/default/2862906883870090451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stromatabooks.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-horses-in-egypt.html' title='Our Horses in Egypt'/><author><name>Stromata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832208687872227170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uNK6qcgXLKU/R3z4-j-4ySI/AAAAAAAAAFA/iFIKNcBadto/S220/newsletter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNK6qcgXLKU/SWIG1kzryjI/AAAAAAAAAJA/lXLpAnkJfMY/s72-c/Book2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176609311779372319.post-4199622707394626578</id><published>2009-01-04T09:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T11:58:18.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNK6qcgXLKU/SWD7IDWhQvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/cCiQ1KAgYPo/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287502078290248434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNK6qcgXLKU/SWD7IDWhQvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/cCiQ1KAgYPo/s200/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have always thought of myself as a noisy person - I love loud music, the radio is on morning, noon and night, and I seem to talk incessantly. However over the past few years I have been drawn to the notion of living silently, or least as quietly as it is possible to be in the 21st century. It helps, of course, that I live in one of the least populated areas of the country, with no immediate neighbours and thus no banging car doors, little in the way of house/car alarms going off at all hours. I  got rid of the TV last year and was pleased with the calming effect this had within the house, just how much I used it as 'background', whereas I do actually listen to programmes on the radio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone who has made a serious search for a quiet life is the author Sara Maitland, she explores the reasons and charts her journey in her new book 'A Book of Silence', published in 2008 by Granta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sara Maitland &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;confessed that this book took a long time to write and, in all the best possible ways, it shows. She manages to embrace a subject that has preoccupied humans across the world and throughout history and writes about it in an intellectually stimulating way that is at once thought provoking and joyous. She writes of her journey which started as a child in a large family, who, like her siblings,was brought up to be articulate and outgoing, through her eduction at Oxford, marriage to a clergyman and motherhood, divorce and the ultimate search for fulfilment and contentment - not necessarily good bedfellows. Those who are fortunate to read this book will never again think of 'the quiet life' as something rather dull and undesirable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Reading like a long, loving letter from a good friend,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt; I, for one, am deeply grateful that Sara Maitland shared her experiences with us. I loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3176609311779372319-4199622707394626578?l=stromatabooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stromatabooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4199622707394626578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stromatabooks.blogspot.com/2009/01/sound-of-silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176609311779372319/posts/default/4199622707394626578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176609311779372319/posts/default/4199622707394626578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stromatabooks.blogspot.com/2009/01/sound-of-silence.html' title='The Sound of Silence'/><author><name>Stromata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832208687872227170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uNK6qcgXLKU/R3z4-j-4ySI/AAAAAAAAAFA/iFIKNcBadto/S220/newsletter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNK6qcgXLKU/SWD7IDWhQvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/cCiQ1KAgYPo/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176609311779372319.post-6265093013227203884</id><published>2009-01-02T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:11:21.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Books read in 2008 for pleasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;* Denotes - excellent read# Denotes - did not finish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Man in the Picture - Susan Hill&lt;br /&gt;The Tenderness of Wolves - Steph Penney&lt;br /&gt;At Large and At Small - Anne Fadiman&lt;br /&gt;Confessions of a Common Reader - Anne Fadiman&lt;br /&gt;I Found My Horn - Jasper Rees&lt;br /&gt;We Need To Talk About Kevin - Lionel Shriver&lt;br /&gt;Gilgamesh&lt;br /&gt;Captain Professor - Michael Howard&lt;br /&gt;Our Horses in Egypt - Roslin Balsen&lt;br /&gt;Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;The Careful Use of Compliments - Alexander McCall Smith&lt;br /&gt;Utz - Bruce Chatwin&lt;br /&gt;Oxford Letters - Veronica Stallwood#&lt;br /&gt;The Welsh Girl - Peter Ho Davies&lt;br /&gt;Oxford Exit - Veronica Stallwood#&lt;br /&gt;Evening in the Palace of Reason - James Gaines*&lt;br /&gt;An Equal Music - Vikram Seth**&lt;br /&gt;Quicksands - Sybille BedfordJigsaw - Sybille Bedford&lt;br /&gt;Barcelona - the Great Enchantress - Robert Hughes&lt;br /&gt;The Concert Pianist - Conrad Williams&lt;br /&gt;The Boy Who Loved Books - John Sutherland&lt;br /&gt;Diaries, 1971 - 1988, James Lees-Milne&lt;br /&gt;Another Self - James Lees-Milne&lt;br /&gt;Memories of My Melancholy Whores - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;Immortality - Milan Kundera&lt;br /&gt;Publisher - Tom Maschler&lt;br /&gt;The Untouchable - John Banville*&lt;br /&gt;Shroud - John Banville&lt;br /&gt;Diaries 1942 - 1954 - James Lees-Milne&lt;br /&gt;The Assassins Cloak - Alan and Irene Taylor&lt;br /&gt;Jane and Prudence - Barbera Pym&lt;br /&gt;The Collector of Worlds - Iliya Troyanov&lt;br /&gt;The Morville Hours - Kathrine Swift**&lt;br /&gt;A Life's Music - Andrei Makine*&lt;br /&gt;On the Black Hill - Bruce Chatwin *&lt;br /&gt;The Book of Evidence - John Banville&lt;br /&gt;Learning to Dance - Michael Mayne&lt;br /&gt;Of Human Bondage - W Somerset Maugham*&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Ian McEwan&lt;br /&gt;The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;br /&gt;Oxford - Jan Morris&lt;br /&gt;The Unbearable Lightness of Scones - Alexander McCall Smith&lt;br /&gt;The Common Reader - Alan Bennett&lt;br /&gt;Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh*&lt;br /&gt;Remember Me - Melvyn Bragg&lt;br /&gt;A Man Like Any Other - Mary Cavanagh&lt;br /&gt;The Savage Garden - Mark Mills&lt;br /&gt;Sea Change - Mairi Hedderwick&lt;br /&gt;The White War - Mark Thompson&lt;br /&gt;Memoirs of Hadrian - Yourcenar*&lt;br /&gt;Following Hadrian - Elizabeth Speller&lt;br /&gt;The Vows of Silence - Susan Hill&lt;br /&gt;New York Trilogy - Paul Auster&lt;br /&gt;The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society -Mary Ann Shaffer&lt;br /&gt;The Library at Night - Alberto Manguel*&lt;br /&gt;G M Trevelyan, A Life in History - David Cannadine&lt;br /&gt;The Birdman - Henry Douglas-Home&lt;br /&gt;The Carlyles at Home - Thea Holme*&lt;br /&gt;Death in Venice - Thomas Mann&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Rolling Earth - John Lister-Kaye&lt;br /&gt;Reading in Bed - Steven Gilbar*&lt;br /&gt;A Book of Silence - Sara Maitland*&lt;br /&gt;On Tour with Thomas Telford - Chris Morris&lt;br /&gt;Sir John Vanbrugh - Vaughan Hart&lt;br /&gt;A Winter Book - Tove Jansson&lt;br /&gt;The Odyssey - Homer ~(annual read)&lt;br /&gt;The Pleasure of the Past - David Cannadine&lt;br /&gt;Reading in Bed - Steven Gilbar&lt;br /&gt;Curiosities of Literature - John Sutherland&lt;br /&gt;Lanterns Across the Snow - Susan Hill (annual read)*&lt;br /&gt;A Time to Keep Silence - Patrick Leigh Fermor*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3176609311779372319-6265093013227203884?l=stromatabooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stromatabooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6265093013227203884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stromatabooks.blogspot.com/2009/01/books-read-in-2008-for-pleasure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176609311779372319/posts/default/6265093013227203884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176609311779372319/posts/default/6265093013227203884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stromatabooks.blogspot.com/2009/01/books-read-in-2008-for-pleasure.html' title='Books read in 2008 for pleasure'/><author><name>Stromata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832208687872227170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uNK6qcgXLKU/R3z4-j-4ySI/AAAAAAAAAFA/iFIKNcBadto/S220/newsletter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
