This month, I’ve been …
The Story of a New Name – Elena Ferrante
I confess, I’m completely swept up in Ferrante’s yin/yang story of Lenu and Lila. Ferrante is a spellbinding storyteller, weaving plots around and within plots like the kind of super-complicated crochet only Lettice and Stacey can do. Now at the end of volume 2, all I know is that I might have to ration the third and fourth books, because it will be too, too sad when there’s no more to read.
Second volume in Ferrante’s Neapolitan quartet
I had heard from Victoria that the Entangled exhibition was rather special. So Lettice and I set off to see it.
It was so lovely at the station that we almost didn’t leave.
Pick a sunny spot.
But we did, and …
Yesterday, we met up with the Outlaws at the Royal Academy for their birthday treat.
“America after the Fall” brings together pieces created during the Great Depression.
It’s a wonderful exhibition – not big, it’s up in the Sackler wing – but the quality of the pieces is exceptional. They cover industrial celebration, urban culture, rural nostalgia and cultural commentary.
Today I went to the Petrie Museum, in search of my toothbrush.
It’s hidden away inside University College London’s main campus. (The museum, that is.)
Thankfully, two very helpful chaps in fluo jackets guided me through the rabbit-warren of corridors and building works to the museum itself. Cheers guys.
It turns out that the Petrie Museum, which has an outstanding collection of Egyptian antiquities, is also staffed by very helpful people. The lovely lady at reception gave me a map of the exhibits, as well as the “Egyptian Trail”, which guides you to some of the collection’s most noteworthy items, and a map and guide to the “Measuring the World” show by UCL students on the BASc Arts and Sciences degree, which is what had sparked my trip.
Fully armed with my customised Museum Exploration Toolkit, I hit the galleries.
The light’s starting to linger, there’s a hint of spring in our steps – but let’s face it, the nights are still pretty parky, so there are plenty of long, dark evenings to spend curled up with movies and books yet. First, though – a rather special record.
I’d heard from Josh that a certain galactic princess had landed in Peckham while I was away. So on Tuesday, I hopped on
the Millennium Falcon a 37 bus to see.
*sniff* I miss Carrie. Her voice was unique.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me … 12 Christmassy things to watch, read and listen to at Christmas.
On Saturday, Ted and I went to the V&A to see the Opus Anglicanum exhibition.
Ooh, this month’s a good one. Especially for music. Make a cup of tea, grab a blanket and curl up with some beautiful autumnal treats. (And maybe an early Terry’s chocolate orange – they seem to be on sale for a quid in quite a few places and what more of an excuse do you need.)