A collective of bibliophiles talking about books. Book Fox (vulpes libris): small bibliovorous mammal of overactive imagination and uncommonly large bookshop expenses. Habitat: anywhere the rustle of pages can be heard.
After a week spent celebrating our fifth anniversary, we turn a little somber this week for some unknown reason(too much cake?). In fact, in our planning session(which involves the Foxes leaning over a table filled with maps and one of us wielding a stick to point at them), we nicknamed this as a grim week. That’s with one M, so nothing about fairy tales, which would be another kind of grim altogether.
But just because our offerings may be grim, they are no less interesting. We have short stories, a memoir and a post ripped from the headlines. And you can always leave a cheery comment to brighten things up.
Monday- Jackie peers at Joseph Conrad’s classic The Secret Sharer.
Tuesday- Kate reviews a historical memoir of the tortured invalid life of Henry James’s sister.
Thursday- Anne discovers a whole swathe of folks both literary and grim in Robin Black’s short story collection If I Loved You, I Would Tell You This.
Friday- Leena is intrigued by a Finnish self-publishing scandal and wonders what it says about the moral responsibilities of fiction in the social media.
Moody b&w photograph borrowed from
Spring has sprung (at least, it has here in Germany). The grass is riz (ditto). I wonder where the Foxes is?
Oh look, there they are.
On Monday, Kate thinks cautiously about Alan Garner's Strandloper and Bonelands. We're not in Brisingamen any more.
On Tuesday, Simon gets to know Patricia Brent, Spinster, and is entirely enchanted.
On Wednesday, Kirsty D sympathises with The Worst Princess.
And on Friday, Hilary compares her present-day mooching around London with Paul Cohen-Portheim's pre-war portrayal of the city in his Spirit of London.