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Whenever I read a book about Florence I like to see if I could have helped with the research. It wasn't long before I detected the first error here. The statue of Dante was not beside the church in 1944 as the author places it; it was in the middle of piazza Santa Croce and only moved after the flood of 1966 when the first surge of floodwater reached Dante's ankles and almost threatened to topple him from his pedestal. It's strange that she covers the flood in this novel and does an excellent job of evoking it but didn't come across this rather famous piece of information in her research. I think it's three times she has Dante in the wrong place. So, this book is sentimental and melodramatic and quite over the top, and really far too long. But I found myself slowing down, fearful for the fate of these glorious characters, and what might happen to them when I reached the inevitable ‘end’ (of the book, and their lives. Being a melodrama, Winman wrings every ounce of emotion and nostalgia out of her decades-long saga.) Photograph of Liza Lehmann from 1918, taken by H. Spink, published in Liza Lehmann, The Life of Liza Lehmann(London: T. Fisher Unwin, 1919), facing pg. 208. Naden's grave in Key Hill Cemetery is shared with her mother and maternal grandparents. During the twentieth century the stone was broken up and buried by the city council along with other memorials in the area; in 2010 it was excavated by the Friends of the Cemetery but it remained illegible. On 11 May 2019, following a successful fundraising campaign by the Constance Naden Trust, a rededication ceremony was held to mark the installation of Constance Naden's new gravestone. [26] The replacement stone reproduces the text on the original but draws additional attention to Naden's achievements with the words 'Poet, philosopher, artist, Scientist' newly inscribed near the top of the stone along with a line from her 1881 poem 'The Pantheist's Song of Immortality': 'For earth is not as though thou ne'er hadst been'. [27] Posthumous publications [ edit ] Clare Stainthorp, 'Songs of Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter', Changeful yet Changeless blog (7 Jan 2015)

Liza Lehmann, “Evensong,” performed by Catherine Wyn-Rogers and Steuart Bedford. Issued by Naxos on Lehmann: The Daisy Chain / Bird Songs / Four Cautionary Tales (English Song, Vol. 8) (2004). A score is available. Early on, six viewpoints are rather a lot to absorb and it’s easy to get the characters muddled up (at least it was for me) but a little perseverance and they soon emerge as six very different characters, each with an unexpected agenda. All the characters are well-drawn and every woman has her flaws as well as her strengths, making them believable and empathic, although there were one or two I found it impossible to warm to. Increase Investment in training, education, and careers for professional development in desperately needed rapid changes in environment of biologists, climatologists, renewable energy engineers, inventors, regenerative farmers, conservationists, and specialist in the fields of soil regeneration to closed loop waste disposal to renewable energy financiers.J. Jakub Pitha (1999), "Constance Naden", Dictionary of Literary Biography 199: Victorian Women Poets, Farmington Hills, MI: Gale Research, pp.211–215 Patricia Murphy (1 January 2006). In Science's Shadow: Literary Constructions of Late Victorian Women. University of Missouri Press. p. 42. ISBN 978-0-8262-6557-9 . Retrieved 20 July 2013. Julie S. Gilbert (1994), "Women Students and Student Life at England's Civic Universities Before the First World War", History of Education: 405–422

The second thing is to do with the age of Evelyn and Cressy. Both integral to the story and already seniors at the beginning, we grow to love them and can't imagine life without them, but realistically they are old... As events unfolded, I found myself figuratively sweating for them to stay safe. No spoilers here. Simply magnificent! This book is almost certain to be my best read of 2021 and is a rare addition to my favourites shelf. It is a love letter to Italy, to Florence in particular, to art and to E.M. Forster. Above all, it is a life-affirming tribute to made families, or families of choice. a b c "Constance Naden (1858–1889)". National Recording Project. Public Monuments & Sculpture Association (PMSA). Archived from the original on 19 December 2013 . Retrieved 1 July 2013.Herbert Spencer (1860). "The Social Organism". The Westminster Review. reprinted in Herbert Spencer (1892), Essays: Scientific, Political and Speculative, London and New York {{ citation}}: CS1 maint: location missing publisher ( link) Peggy Temper — an abused women with multiple talents. But also the woman with the golden voice and the swaying hips. During this flight I was reading Still Life by Sarah Winman, a long and luminous novel about family and art and the city of Florence. In one chapter, a poet named Constance Everly takes a young woman named Evelyn under her wing. It's Evelyn's first time in Florence; she's 21 years old and wide open and falls hard for the city. After wandering along the Arno and through the Uffizi, Evelyn describes her day to Constance Everly: the light, the smells, the hum of people. Miss Everly congratulates her for learning the first rule of art: "turning looking into loving." (Isn't that a great phrase? Turning looking into loving ?) Evelyn was the carrier of the real message in the plot: She represented women: Single women, gay women, were sophisticated, the noble stars. Married women were all beyond par - abused, lost. Religious women were martyrs in a world created for men, by men. Constance Naden was born on 24 January 1858 [1] at 15 Francis Road, Edgbaston, Birmingham, England to Caroline Ann Woodhill Naden who died within two weeks of giving birth, and Thomas Naden, an architect, later president of the Birmingham Architectural Association. [2] She was brought up by her mother's parents, Caroline and Josiah Woodhill, [3] from 12 days old until her grandparents' deaths. [1] Naden's well-read and devout baptist grandparents lived at Pakenham House, Edgbaston. [2] [4] Her father lived with the Woodhills for a time, but by 1871 the census shows that he was living nearby with a new wife and Naden's four half-siblings aged between three and seven. [1] [5] At age eight Naden was sent to a local Unitarian day school, where she developed a talent for painting. [2] [4] She submitted some paintings to the Birmingham Society of Artists, one of which (titled 'Bird's Nest and Wild Roses') was accepted for display at the Society's Spring Exhibition in 1878. [2] Education [ edit ] Mason Science College, now the University of Birmingham

Private Ulysses Temper is a soldier with the British army in 1944, chasing the Germans out of the Tuscan hills at the end of WW2, when he meets Evelyn Skinner, a sixty year old art historian, on a road in Tuscany. She has come to Italy to help salvage art works from the ruins of war and over wine and cheese in a dusty cellar, regales him with tales of visiting Florence as a young woman, where she first fell in love, met E.M. Forster and developed a passion for art. Little does Ulysses realise then how much this chance meeting will sew the seeds that will work to radically change his life before he finally meets Evelyn again. The power of still life lies precisely in this triviality. Because it is a world of reliability. Of mutuality between objects that are there, and people who are not. Paused time in ghostly absence." There are moments in life so monumental and still that the memory can never be retrieved without a catch to the throat or an interruption to the beat of the heart. Can never be retrieved without the rumbling disquiet of how close that moment came to not having happened at all”.

All the problems arose for me when Evelyn Skinner is the focus. It's a shame because she's a good character - a bon-vivant lesbian who always has a ready smile. She's a good character except when the author tries to convince us she's an authority on art history. The book begins with her and begins badly. It's odd that a novel with feminist aspirations allows a woman to do a job women were not entitled to at the time, that of being on the front lines as art conservers. There's a silly scene in the Boboli gardens when a sniper must have a modern high-powered rifle to be able to take shots at people in the gardens from the tower at Bellosguardo. And it's here the crass sermons on art history begin which reminded me of the stuff I used to translate in mass market tourist guides. I'm not convinced that the book was either story- or character driven. It was issue-driven, hence the multitude of characters to introduce as many issues as possible into the tale. The novel continues, decade by decade until the eventual death of the older characters, the adulthood of the youngest, as all in between age. I began this novel knowing I had loved all of Sarah Winman’s earlier novels and opened Still Life without reading the flaps – knowing nothing of what was to come. This is my favourite way to read a book, and I hate to spoil that wonder of discovery for anyone reading this review – so just trust me on this one! The writing is superior, the characters all very real, the story is engaging and ultimately it is a novel that reflects life in all its joy, sorrow, and messiness. I thought after reading this novel that it was all a bit far-fetched until I also thought that if we took our own lives, and the lives of our friends – from childhood to old age – we would find a lot of events that are just as much a part of the crazy drama of life that takes place in Still Life.