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Faber and Faber (1998), Paperback
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The funny, revealing, and lucidly intelligent writing of one of England's best-known literary figures, Writing Home includes Bennett's journalism, book and theater reviews, his diaries from the 1980s, an account of Miss Shepherd--a London eccentric who lived in a van in Bennett's garden for more than 20 years--and much more. 32 pages of photos.
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LibraryThing member petefenelon
Random Bennett writings over the years, includes The Lady In The Van. Wonderful.
LibraryThing member sas
Wonderful mix of diary, memoir and essays. Funny and wise. Read it. The greatest living Yorkshireman?
LibraryThing member starlightink
Alan Bennett is one of the great writers/playwrights to emerge out of 20th Century Britain.
Writing Home is a collection of thoughts, observations. and recollections. The true account of his encounter with The Lady in the Van is quintessential Bennett.
Bennett is the author of the astonishing
As I wrote in a review of these plays on Amazon some years ago: So revered is this man and his writings that he is sometimes called England's National Teddy Bear. But don't be fooled by that gentle moniker: this teddy bear has teeth and claws he keeps only barely, if you'll pardon an unintended pun, retracted.
Writing Home is a collection of thoughts, observations. and recollections. The true account of his encounter with The Lady in the Van is quintessential Bennett.
Bennett is the author of the astonishing
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one-person plays "Talking Heads". His funny, shrewd, unsentimental, and always poignant and compassionate observations of human faults are painfully familiar and uncompromising. As I wrote in a review of these plays on Amazon some years ago: So revered is this man and his writings that he is sometimes called England's National Teddy Bear. But don't be fooled by that gentle moniker: this teddy bear has teeth and claws he keeps only barely, if you'll pardon an unintended pun, retracted.
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LibraryThing member edwinbcn
A book full of scraps and tid-bits that nobody in their serious mind should attempt to read, let alone buy. Supposedly, most of these 'occasional pieces' were once published or unpublished. Much of it is either very boring or of inimitably little interest. The Diaries, for examples, tell us nothing
It took me an incredibly long time to finish this tome (of 630+ pages), and I feel I wasted a lot of time reading it.
I would advise anyone to take it from a library and read only those parts which have your particular interest, rather than attempt to swallow the whole book.
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whatsoever, as with most other pieces. Personally, I most enjoyed two reviews, about Auden and Kafka, although the one about Kafka was too long and lost my interest towards the end, where the author strayed and became more preoccupied with himself (again).It took me an incredibly long time to finish this tome (of 630+ pages), and I feel I wasted a lot of time reading it.
I would advise anyone to take it from a library and read only those parts which have your particular interest, rather than attempt to swallow the whole book.
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LibraryThing member janglen
A readable, intelligent and often funny collection. Alan Bennett comes across as utterly honest, to us as well as to himself.
LibraryThing member passion4reading
I know I'm not going to be popular with this, seeing as Alan Bennett is considered a National Treasure, but I didn't get on with this book at all. Where other reviewers have praised his wry observations I could only find tedium. I repeatedly told myself that I was missing something and persevered
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until the end of The Lady in the Van (page 130) but then resignedly gave up, not able to face the rest of the 612 pages. I did smile occasionally at his wit and sense of humour but I'm afraid it's not enough to save the book. I've taken it off the shelf repeatedly but felt the same every time, so I think it's time to let it go. Show Less
LibraryThing member libraryhermit
I very recently read two books by Pierre Chatillon, and quite a few chapters begin with him describing how much he loved/loves to go camping/walking on the beach (either a river in Quebec or the seaside on the Mediterranean in the south of France (Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer, Camargue), or in the Gulf
I remember years ago reading one commentator who wrote that good editing is when there are not excessive repetitions in a book. Short and tight is the ideal. After two books in about a week where it seemed like most chapters began with a couple of paragraphs or with a couple of pages about the wonderful bodies of water and the flowers and the birds, I was starting to get worn out by it.
So imagine my surprise and relief when I started my next book, Writing Home, by Alan Bennett and saw a total contrast. This is because he was a kid in Leeds, Great Britain during WWII. His Dad was a butcher and they were not so well off. So the books in his school all had kids going on happy picnics by a farm with bunnies and cows and chickens and a nice blanket spread on the ground, etc., etc. Apparently in the north of England, the beaches are not as glamourous as the places Pierre Chatillon visits, and he went to countryside inns where his parents felt they were too poor to actually eat in the dining room and brought bagged lunches from home only. Oh wait, Alan Bennett's mother would break down and order spaghetti on toast, or a poached egg on toast.
After about 5 or 10 pages, I sighed in relief that I would not have to endure any more long descriptions on how much the beach and the waves and the sunrise and the birds mean to that particular author
"It was a village called Wilsill, in Nidderdale. There were a few houses, a shop, a school and a church and, though we were miles from any town, even here the stream had been dammed to make a static water tank in readiness for the firefighters and the expected bombs.".
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of Mexico in Florida). While there, he consistently admired the seagulls, the waves, the sunrise, the sunset, and how much these all meant to his life. Since he is a poet, he describes them poetically and even quotes some of his poems. I remember years ago reading one commentator who wrote that good editing is when there are not excessive repetitions in a book. Short and tight is the ideal. After two books in about a week where it seemed like most chapters began with a couple of paragraphs or with a couple of pages about the wonderful bodies of water and the flowers and the birds, I was starting to get worn out by it.
So imagine my surprise and relief when I started my next book, Writing Home, by Alan Bennett and saw a total contrast. This is because he was a kid in Leeds, Great Britain during WWII. His Dad was a butcher and they were not so well off. So the books in his school all had kids going on happy picnics by a farm with bunnies and cows and chickens and a nice blanket spread on the ground, etc., etc. Apparently in the north of England, the beaches are not as glamourous as the places Pierre Chatillon visits, and he went to countryside inns where his parents felt they were too poor to actually eat in the dining room and brought bagged lunches from home only. Oh wait, Alan Bennett's mother would break down and order spaghetti on toast, or a poached egg on toast.
After about 5 or 10 pages, I sighed in relief that I would not have to endure any more long descriptions on how much the beach and the waves and the sunrise and the birds mean to that particular author
"It was a village called Wilsill, in Nidderdale. There were a few houses, a shop, a school and a church and, though we were miles from any town, even here the stream had been dammed to make a static water tank in readiness for the firefighters and the expected bombs.".
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Awards
British Book Award (Winner — Book of the Year — 1995)
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Original publication date
1994
Physical description
482 p.; 7.72 inches
ISBN
0571196675 / 9780571196678