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Ruth Hogan, The Wisdom of Sally Red Shoes

Ich hatte garnicht damit gerechnet, dass dieses Buch noch besser sein würde als Hogans erstes, so erfolgreiches Buch 'The Keeper of Lost Things', und wurde höchst angenehm überrascht. Die Story an sich um den Verlust eines Kindes ist schon so bewegend, dass ich mich kaum von dem Buch losreißen konnte, aber die vielen Ergänzungen - Geschichten zu Grabsteinen, Vergleiche mit Sitten und Gebräuchen der Viktorianer, Zitate zu den witzigsten Gelegenheiten aus dem Book of Etiquette von Lady Troubridge, dem britischen Pendant zu Knigge und immer wieder Lebensgeschichten, mal kurz, mal ausführlicher - machen es zu etwas Besonderem. Ich hoffe, dass es von Ruth Hogan noch viel mehr zu lesen gibt. Und bald.
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But there will be no angel to mark my grave. No one will come to my funeral except the undertakers and the vicar. There will be no flowers, no hymns, no tear-jerking music. No tears at all, in fact. Because there will be no mourners. The care home - or Happy Endings, as I have nicknamed it - where I shall have spent my old age waiting for death in inappropriate frocks and shoes, smelling of cheap rose talcum powder and wee and wearing smudged red lipstick on my teeth, will be very glad to be rid of me. The vicar, who will no doubt be short and skinny, with a weak chin and a lisp, and wearing beige Y-fronts under his vestments (or, in these days of fledgling ecumenical equality, thousand-wash-grey knickers and a bra with as much 'come hither' as a dentist's chair) will probably dismiss my coffin to the burner with the words 'Thunderbirds are go!'
I might get a prayer if I'm lucky.
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From here I can see the mourners returning to the cars, and none of them is wearing black. There is green and brown and blues, and even red. But no black. It was probably stipulated in the funeral notice - 'No black'. No bombazine. It seems to be more usual nowadays for bright colours to be worn to 'celebrate the life of the deceased'. Lady T must be turning in her grave. Her advice on this matter is unequivocal: 'Vivid colours, either on a man or a woman, show a disregard for the feeling of the mourners, a lack of respect for oneself, and a distinct ignorance of the laws of good conduct.'
She would undoubtedly feel that brightly dressed funeral guests were not taking the matter seriously, but I should prefer people at my funeral to be seriously stylish in scarlet, rather than bleak and boring in black.
The doors of the limousines are closed with a soft clunk by the undertakers; serious and dignified now in their tall hats. The cars snake slowly down the hill, under the arch of the lodge building and out of the iron gates. As the cortège disappears back into the land of the living, I wonder if the grieving family cocooned inside the long black cars are looking out at the bustling streets where daily life continues, callously regardless of their loss. I wonder if any of them is thinking, as I have done, 'How can the rest of the world be so completely unaffected by this death? How can everything else be so normal?'
But death is normal. We just can't admit it anymore.

(Ruth Hogan, The Particular Wisdom of Sally Red Shoes, 2018)

Charles Bramwell Brockley was travelling alone and without a ticket on the 14.42 from London Bridge to Brighton. The Huntley & Palmers biscuit tin in which he was travelling teetered precariously on the edge of the seat as the train juddered to a halt at Haywards Heath. But just as it toppled forward towards the carriage floor it was gathered up by a safe pair of hands.

(Ruth Hogan, The Keeper of Lost Things, 2016)
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Ruth Hogan, The Keeper of Lost Things

Den Untertitel "The Feel-Good Novel of the Year" kann ich bestätigen - die Lektüre dieser wehmütig-heitere Geschichte um Lebenswege und Schicksale, die durch verlorene Dinge verflochten werden war wirklich ein pures Vergnügen. Was mir früher nie in den Sinn kam war auch wieviele scheinbar verlorene Dinge garnicht unbedingt vermisst werden oder gefunden werden wollen. Aber falls es diese Webseite, die Laura in dem Buch anfängt, noch nicht gibt, dann müsste sie jetzt wirklich eingerichtet werden...