It’s time for #6degrees! Adapting the idea the idea that everyone in the world is separated from everyone else by just six links, Kate W (one of my favourite bloggers) hosts a #6degrees meme for bookish types.
Every month, a book is chosen as a starting point and then it’s up to us readers to link it to six other books to form a kind of chain. It’s all a bit random, as the links between books can be as estoteric as you like – it’s fun to see where things take you.
At the starting block this month is Picnic at Hanging Rock by Joan Lindsay. In the first year of high school, my best friend was obsessed with this book. She would become emotionally unstable, in a way that only a thirteen year old can, if anyone hinted the book wasn’t based on real events.
Meanwhile, I was obsessed with the TV series of Anne of Green Gables which hit our screens at around this time. Being of a particularly impressionable age, I adored everything about Anne Shirley – Diana, Mathew and Marilla, Mrs Rachel Lynde, and especially, most especially Gilbert. I too became emotionally unhinged if my brother threatened to tape over my VHS recordings of the series (which he frequently threatened to do, but never actually did). This tele-series was my gateway into the books, which I devoured at the time and have loved ever since.
In a similar way, the BBC production of Tipping The Velvet led me to read the book by Sarah Waters, whom I now proudly claim to be my favourite living author. In my opinion, every one of her books is the work of a genius. She is an absolute master of historical fiction.
Having heard Hannah Kent talk about her brilliant book, The Good People, I know she spent a lot of time researching Irish folklore and fairy lore to so convincingly recreate nineteenth century Ireland. I found this book utterly absorbing.
Linked by geography and misdeed, in the last few days I’ve read two reviews of The Glorious Heresies (including one from BookerTalk) by Lisa McInerey. The book is set in ‘postcrash’ Ireland and from the blurb sounds fabulous: ‘When grandmother Maureen Phelan is surprised in her home by a stranger, she clubs the intruder with a Holy Stone’….’. I’m really looking forward to seeking out this book.
This #6degrees has taken me from regional Victoria to Prince Edward Ireland, to Victorian London and to Ireland, past and present. And all thanks to some pretty awesome women writers.