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Title: According to Queeney
Author: Beryl Bainbridge
Narrator: Lindsay Duncan
Format: Abridged
Length: 3 hrs and 52 mins
Language: English
Release date: 01-08-13
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers Limited
Genres: Fiction, Historical
Publisher's Summary:
A wonderful, immaculately researched novel that brings Dr Johnson, his friends, and his times to life. Beryl Bainbridges novel is a masterly evocation of the last years of Dr Johnson, arguably Britains greatest Man of Letters. The time is the 1770s and 1780s and Johnson, having completed his lifes major work (he compiled the first ever Dictionary of the English language) is running an increasingly chaotic life. Torn between his strict morality and his undeclared passion for Mrs Thrale, the wife of an old friend, According to Queeney reveals one of Britains most wonderful characters in all his wit and glory. Above all, though, this is a story of love and friendship and brilliantly narrated by Queeney, Mrs Thrales daughter, looking back over her life.
Critic Reviews:
"It is hard to think of anyone now writing who understands the human heart as Beryl Bainbridge does, or exposes its workings with more tenderness." (The Times)
"Duncan is memorable as the tetchy and spirited Mrs Thrale." (Sunday Times)
Members Reviews:
Still haven't finished it
I know this author is highly awarded and I felt very let down by this book. I am trying to finish it, trying, trying, trying.
Minor Bainbridge
Not one of the late author's better works. Try Dressmaker or Sweet William which are much better.
Three Stars
A bit overdone - could have been a short story
An easy read, and a depressing one.
In reviewing "According to Queeney"[review excerpted above],Publisher's Weekly wrote: "...few novelists now alive can match Bainbridge for the uncanny precision with which she enters into the ethos of a previous era."
Uncanny? Yes. Very weird. Precise? I absolutely don't think so-unless you'd believe that 18th century upper-class people lived in a constant state of misery due to(among other things)clinical depression, sexual repression, religious fanaticism and/or hypocrisy, disease, and the lack of indoor plumbing. My main problem with this book is its unremitting unpleasantness, both of tone and character, and its rather superficial assumption that there's some kind of need to dispel an imagined rosy picture of "ye olden days" by swinging wildly in the other direction: a modernist, disaffected, determinedly downbeat view of humanity.
There isn't a single likeable person in the book, nor does anyone seem to escape either madness, disease, bitterness, selfishness, hate, gluttony, stupidity, addiction-or a combination of the above. It's one thing to make one's central characters complex, another to divest them of anything positive, save, supposedly, intelligence. An author runs a great risk-and takes on a huge responsibility-when she chooses to write a fictional "novel" using real people, places, and events. Perhaps it's just me, but I believe that she owes these onetime living, breathing people something better-at least, something a little more considered than simply using them as objects on which to hang some imagined psychodramas. Yes, Johnson was a strange man...that's hardly news to anyone who's read anything about his personal life and habits. As for "Queeney's" mother, longtime Johnson friend Mrs. Thrale, well, gosh, she must have been something more than the histrionic shrew Bainbridge makes to bulge, faint, redden, pinch, hit and kick her daughter, her husband, and her friend Johnson by turns.