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Noble and Noble. Good. 1935. Hardcover. 336 pages. Clean, good binding. Illustrated with photos. Former owner's name crossed out. Biographical Notes, Historical Background, Comparati… Mehr…

Noble and Noble. Good. 1935. Hardcover. 336 pages. Clean, good binding. Illustrated with photos. Former owner's name crossed out. Biographical Notes, Historical Background, Comparative Study, - The Tragedy of Julius Caesar and Elizabeth the Queen. Includes College Entrance and Regents Questions; Noble's Comparative Classics ., Noble and Noble, 1935, 2.5, This book is in excellent condition, very minor fold to corners of front cover, no wear to back covers. No markings inner pages, spine intact, minor crease. "In what would be A.D. 600 in our history, the Empire still stands, supported by the Legions and Thaumaturges of Rome. Now the Emperor of the West, the Augustus Galen Atreus, will come to the aid of the Emperor of the East, the Augustus Heraclius, to lift the siege of Constantinople and carry a great war to the very doorstep of the Shahanshah of Persia. It is a war that will be fought with armies both conventional and magical, with bright swords and the darkest necromancy. Against this richly detailed canvas of alternate history and military strategy, Thomas Harlan sets the intricate and moving stories of four people. Dwyrin MacDonald is a Hibernian student at a school for sorcerers in Upper Egypt, until he runs afoul of powerful political interests and is sent off half-trained to the Legions. His teacher, Ahmet,undertakes to follow Dwyrin and aid him, but Ahmet is drawn into service with the queen of Palmeyra. Thyatis is a young female warrior, extensively trained by her patron in the arts of covert warfare. And Maxian Atreus is Galens youngest brother, a physician and sorcerer. He has discovered that an enemy of Rome has placed a dreadful curse on the City, which must be broken before Rome can triumph. Woven with rich detail youd expect from a first-rate historical novel, while through it runs yarns of magic and shimmering glamours that carry you deeply into your most fantastic dreams" Good Reads "Fantasy, alternate-history and science fiction writer Thomas Harlan is the author of the critically acclaimed Oath of Empire series from Tor Books. He has been twice nominated for the John W. Campbell Award for Best New Author (in 1999 and 2000). In May of 2001, he received the SF^2 Award for Best New Fantasy Author. His first novel, The Shadow of Ararat was selected as one of the Barnes & Noble Top 20 Best SF&F Novels of 1999. The sequel, Gate of Fire, was chosen as both a B&N Top 20 book and placed on Locus Magazine's Recommended Reading list for the year 2000. The third and fourth Oath of Empire novels, The Storm of Heaven and The Dark Lord were released in May of 2001 and 2002. A new series followed the cataclysmic end of Oath; an alternate-history science-fiction archaeological/combat series called In the time of the Sixth Sun. The first book, Wasteland of Flint, was published in 2003 and received a starred review in Kirkus. House of Reeds followed in 2004, and Land of the Dead in 2009.Thomas has published a variety of very well received short fiction in Dragon magazine, as well as the largest adventure module ever published in Dungeon.Twenty years of game design have produced a number of play-by-email systems, of which the long-running and increasingly complex Lords of the Earth is the best known. Lords is a historical simulation game, encompassing the whole of the Earth, modeling political, economic and military conflict from the early Iron Age to the late 1800's. There are over forty Lords of the Earth campaigns currently in progress, in English, Spanish, and Italian. The initial campaign has been running for over twenty years and has chronicled the period from 1000 AD to 1770 AD. Lords of the Earth was nominated for an Origins/GAMA award for Best PBM Game of the Year in 2003.Thomas was born in Tucson, Arizona on February 25th, 1964. He was raised by archaeologist dendrochronologist botanist parents and traveled widely throughout the American southwest and overseas as a result. A steady diet of Tolkien (The Lord of the Rings), Herbert (Dune), Herge (Tintin), Goscinny & Uderzo (Asterix), John Buchan (Greenmantle, The Thirty-Nine Steps, etc.), Talbot Mundy (The Nine Unknown, Jimgrim, King of the Khyber Rifles), Edgar Rice Burroughs (John Carter of Mars), Kenneth Bulmer (Prescot of Scorpio) and other purveyors of the fantastic inform his literary background. An excessively long stay in college provided him with a moderate background in creative writing, history, art and other sundry skills helpful to a novelist.Aside from his literary career, Thomas spent too many years in the information technology industry as a developer, manager and architect for government, education and healthcare. He currently lives in Salem, Oregon." Good Reads, Tor Fantasy, 0, Hardback. Like New., 5, London England: The Reprint Society, 1952. Florence Nightingale was born one year after Queen Victoria, the younger daughter of wealthy and possessive parents to whom she was a source of mingled pride and pain for thirty-four years. After that date, pride predominated. The author has described with uncommon insight what that life was. Although , on the surface, all in the Victorian home was smoothness and peace, Florence was brought up in a hot-house of emotion. Miss Nightingale grew up in this age, and was indelibly impressed by it. She had an irrepressible sense of humour, and she was possessed of as much physical as mental courage. It was a tradegy for her that the Call which she heard at the age of seventeen could not be obeyed until she was thirty-four. The dramatic story of her sufferings and successes in the ghastly yellow Barrack Hospital of Scutari has never been told more convincingly. She returned to England, broken in health, but an administrator. More than half a century of life lay before her, but it was from a sick-bed that she was to work for the Army in India, Civilian and Military hospitals, Workhouse Reform, an Army Medical College, and Nursing. The catalogue sounds awe-inspiring, as the subject for half a biography, but it is an astonishing fact that Mrs. Woodham-Smith has grappled with her ample material so skilfully that the reader's attention never flags. She has, moreover, had access to some manuscripts up to now unavailable. Wear and tear to D/J. Small piece of D/J missing from spine.. Reprint. Boards. Good/Poor. 12mo - over 6¾" - 7¾" tall. Hardback., The Reprint Society, 1952, 1.75, Penguin UK. Very Good. 5.08 x 1.3 x 7.8 inches. Paperback. 2003. 544 pages. <br>Samuel Pepys is the astonishing biography by bests elling author Claire Tomalin 2002 WHITBREAD BOOK OF THE YEAR 'Imm aculately well done. Tomalin has managed to unearth a wealth of m aterial about the uncharted life of Samuel Pepys' Craig Brown, Ma il on Sunday 'Sex, drink, plague, fire, music, marital conflict, the fall of kings, corruption and courage in public life, wars, n avies, public execution, incarceration in the Tower: Samuel Pepys 's life is full of irresistible material, and Claire Tomalin seiz es it with both hands. Fast, vivid, accessible' Hermione Lee, Gua rdian 'A rich, thoughtful and deeply satisfying account. It takes us behind and beyond the diary - which means that, on finishing it, we can reread the diary with greater pleasure and understandi ng then ever before' Noel Malcolm, Evening Standard 'In Claire To malin, Pepys has found the biographer he deserves. Her perceptive , level-headed book finally restores to the life of the diarist i ts weight and dignity' Lisa Jardine, New Statesman 'A great achie vement and a huge pleasure. A vivid chronicle of contemporary his tory seen through the all too human preoccupations of this ordina ry and extraordinary man' Diana Souhami, Independent From the acc laimed author of Charles Dickens: A Life and The Invisible Woman, this celebrated biography casts new light on the remarkable diar ies of Pepys and brings his story vividly to life once more. Clai re Tomalin is the award-winning author of eight highly acclaimed biographies, including: The Life and Death of Mary Wollstonecraft ; Shelley and His World; Katherine Mansfield: A Secret Life; The Invisible Woman: The Story of Nelly Ternan and Charles Dickens; M rs Jordan's Profession; Jane Austen: A Life; Samuel Pepys: The Un equalled Self; Thomas Hardy: The Time-Torn Man and, most recently , Charles Dickens: A Life. A former literary editor of the New St atesman and the Sunday Times, she is married to the playwright an d novelist Michael Frayn. Editorial Reviews Review The Pepys we know lived for only nine years and five months. Tomalin gives us the rest of the man, and also a startling new way to read him. - Thomas Mallon, The New Yorker Tomalin not only brings him back t o vibrant life, but makes a powerful case that he's more central, more 'relevant' than we ever imagined . . . She has restored to us the whole Pepys. -Charles McGrath, New York Times Book Review, front cover Brilliantly believable . . . It takes an exceptiona l biographer to go so confidently beyond the apparent totality of daily experience presented in Pepys's Diary . . . Claire Tomalin 's life [of Pepys] is a magnificent triumph. Her research has bee n not just scrupulously thorough but dazzlingly imaginative. -Phi lip Hensher, Atlantic Monthly Tomalin's writing is as supple and lively as Pepys's own, and by fleshing out the backdrop to his D iary writings, she has created the perfect bookend to his own rol licking self-portrait . . . The best work on Pepys since Robert L ouis Stevenson's classic essay, published in 1881. -Michiko Kakut ani, New York Times Our greatest diarist, analyzed by one of our greatest biographers. Tomalin's flawless research and trademark empathy with her subjects should make this portrait of one of the most fascinating characters of 17th-century England the best bio graphy of the autumn. -Caroline Gascoigne, Sunday Times (U.K.) I mmaculately well done. She writes with such beautiful clarity, al ways empathetic . . . There is about this biography a wisdom, an unforced feeling that the biographer has a sense of the way life is . . . Like all great biographies, Samuel Pepys: The Unequalled Self has a hint of the love letter about it. And it is a love th at becomes contagious. -Craig Brown, The Mail on Sunday (U.K.) A bout the Author Claire Tomalin was literary editor of the New Sta tesman then the Sunday Times before leaving to become a full-time writer. Her first book, The Life and Death of Mary Wollstonecraf t, won the Whitbread First Book Award, and she has since written a number of highly acclaimed and bestselling biographies. They in clude Jane Austen: A Life, The Invisible Woman, a definitive acco unt of Dickens' relationship with the actress Ellen Ternan, which won three major literary awards, and Samuel Pepys: The Unequalle d Self was Whitbread Book of the Year in 2002. In the highly accl aimed Charles Dickens: A Life, she presents a full-scale biograph y of our greatest novelist. She is married to the writer Michael Frayn. Excerpt. ® Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Part One 1633-1668 The Elected Son He was born in London, above the shop, just off Fleet Street, in Salisbury Court, where his f ather John Pepys ran a tailoring business, one of many serving th e lawyers living in the area. The house backed on to the parish c hurch of St. Bride's, where all the babies of the family were chr istened and two were already buried in the churchyard; when he wa s a man, Pepys still kept the thought in his mind of my young bro thers and sisters laid in the ground outside the house of his you th. Salisbury Court was an open space surrounded by a mixture of small houses like John Pepys's and large ones, once the abodes of bishops and ambassadors, with gardens; it was entered through na rrow lanes, one from Fleet Street opposite Shoe Lane, another in the south-west corner leading into Water Lane and so down to the Thames and river steps fifty yards below. The south-facing slope above the river was a good place to live; people had been settled here since Roman times, and when Pepys was born in 1633 a Christ ian church had stood on the spot for at least five hundred years. A block to the east was the Fleet River, with the pink brick cre nellated walls of Bridewell rising beside it; it had been built a s a palace by King Henry VIII and deteriorated into a prison for vagrants, homeless children and street women, known to the locals as Bridewell Birds. A footbridge spanned the Fleet between Fleet Street and Ludgate Hill, and from St. Bride's you could look acr oss its deep valley-much deeper then than it is today-with houses crammed up both sides in a maze of courts and alleys, to old St. Paul's rising on its hill above the City. This was the western edge of the City, and Pepys's first playground. The City was prou d of being the most populous in the world; it had something like 130,000 inhabitants, and in the whole country there were only abo ut five million. If you went west from Salisbury Court along Flee t Street, you came to the gardens of the Temple lawyers, with the ir groves of trees, formal beds and walks, and further west along the Strand you were out of the City, on the way to Whitehall and Westminster. To the east was the only bridge-London Bridge, almo st as old as St. Bride's Church, with its nineteen arches and its spikes on which traitors' heads were stuck-and then the Tower. T he river, without embankments, was very wide, with a sloping shor e at low tide, a place for children to explore; and the great hou ses of the aristocracy were strung along the riverside, each with its own watergate. The best way to get about fast in London was by boat. The Pepys house centred round the shop and cutting room , with their shelves, stools and drawers, cutting board and looki ng-glass. At the back the kitchen opened into a yard, and in the cellar were the washing tubs and coal hole, with a lock-up into w hich troublesome children or maids might be put for punishment. T he stairs to the living quarters went up at the back. Timber-fram ed, tall and narrow, with a jetty sticking out over the street at the front, set tight against its neighbours, with a garret under the steeply pitched roof: this was the pattern of ordinary Londo n houses. On the first floor the parlour doubled as dining room. Above there were two bedrooms, each with a small closet or study opening off it, and high beds with red or purple curtains. In one of these Pepys was born and spent his first weeks. Older childre n, maids and apprentices slept on the third floor-Pepys mentions the little chamber, three storeys high-or in the garret, or in tr undle beds, kept in most of the rooms, including the shop and the parlour; sometimes they bedded down in the kitchen for warmth. In one of the bedrooms was a virginals, the neat, box-like harpsi chord of the period. John Pepys was musical: he played the bass v iol, and his eldest daughter, six-year-old Mary, could have start ed at the keyboard by the time Sam was born. Singing and musical instruments-viol, violin, lute, virginals, flageolet (a recorder of sorts)-were an essential part of family life, and music became the child's passion.Music was not only in the family but literal ly in the air for many months during the first year of Sam's life . It came from one of the large houses in Salisbury Court, in whi ch a young and ambitious lawyer, Bulstrode Whitelocke, was prepar ing a masque to be performed before King Charles and his queen. W hitelocke and Edward Hyde, together representing the Middle Templ e, had joined with members of the other three Inns of Court in a plan to celebrate Candlemas in a great masque to be produced befo re the Court at Whitehall, and Whitelocke, who had some skill as a composer, was in charge of the music. He assembled a large grou p of singers, including some from the Queen's Chapel, and caused them all to meet in practise at his house in Salisbury Court wher e he . . . had sometimes 40 lutes, besides other instruments and voices, in consort together. The noise must have been terrific. O n the day of the performance, 2 February 1634, three weeks before Pepys's first birthday, the masquers, in costumes of silver, cri mson and blue, some riding plumed horses draped in cloth of silve r, some carrying flaming torches, processed along Holborn and Cha ncery Lane, through Temple Bar to Charing Cross and so to the Ban queting House. Inigo Jones was the designer, and the poet Thomas Carew wrote the words.The event was such a success that Queen Hen rietta Maria asked for a repeat performance at the Merchant Taylo rs' Hall in the City. This was done, and gave great contentment t o their Majesties and no less to the Citizens, especially the you nger sort of them. It may be too much to imagine the infant Pepys held up to enjoy the festivities among the many Londoners agog a t the sound of the music and the brilliant show of the young lawy ers; but music, theatre, celebration, processions, ritual and fin e clothes delighted him throughout his life. A tailor's family w as likely to be well dressed. There was a looking-glass upstairs, in which the children could look at themselves in imitation of t he customers below and make themselves fine with scraps of cloth. But clothes, fine or plain, were hard to keep clean in London. E very household burnt coal brought from Newcastle by sea in its fi replaces and cooking ranges. So did the brewers and dyers, the br ick-makers up the Tottenham Court Road, the ubiquitous soap and s alt boilers. The smoke from their chimneys made the air dark, cov ering every surface with sooty grime. There were days when a clou d of smoke half a mile high and twenty miles wide could be seen o ver the city from the Epsom Downs. Londoners spat black. Wall han gings, pictures and clothes turned yellow and brown like leaves i n autumn, and winter undervests, sewn on for the season against t he cold, were the colour of mud by the time spring arrived. Hair was expected to look after itself; John Evelyn made a special not e in his diary in August 1653 that he was going to experiment wit h an annual hair wash. But every house, every family enjoyed its own smell, to which father, mother, children, apprentices, maids and pets all contributed, a rich brew of hair, bod- ies, sweat an d other emissions, bedclothes, cooking, whatever food was lying a bout, whatever dirty linen had been piled up for the monthly wash , whatever chamber pots were waiting to be emptied into yard or s treet. Home meant the familiar reek which everyone breathed. The smell of the house might strike a new maid as alien, but she woul d quickly become part of the atmosphere herself. When Pepys wrote of his family, meaning not blood relations but everyone who live d in his household-the Latin word familia has this sense-we under stand that, as a group sharing the same rooms, they also comforta bly shared the same smell. His mother was a connoisseur of dirty linen, having worked as a washmaid in a grand household before h er marriage. It was not a bad preparation for eleven children in fourteen years; the babies followed one another so fast that she was always either nursing or expecting one, and each made its con tribution to the monthly washing day. Samuel was her fifth, hardl y more than a year after John. Paulina and Esther, who preceded h im, were both dead before he was born, but by the time he was fiv e there would be four more, Thomas, Sarah, Jacob and Robert, of w hom only Tom would live to grow up. God's system was inefficient and depressing. A doc- tor writing in 1636 regretted that humans did not reproduce like trees, without the trivial and vulgar way of coition.This was Sir Thomas Browne. He might have added a furt her expression of regret at the wearing out of so much health and happiness, but he failed to, and instead overcame his distaste a t the triviality of the act often enough to father twelve childre n on his wife. Pepys's mother must have been always busy, tired, distracted or grieving for the deaths of his brothers and sisters when he was a child: soon worn out, physically and emotionally. Pepys's birthday was on 23 February and his baptism by the vicar of St. Bride's, James Palmer, is recorded on 3 March 1632/3, Sam uell sonn to John Peapis wyef Margaret.The same year, in October, the queen gave birth across town at St. James's Palace to her se cond son, James. After his christening, he was given the title of duke of York. He had a staff of officials paid to rock his cradl e; and, unthinkable as it would have seemed then, he was destined to become one of Sam Pepys's close associates. Another boy who g rew up to influence Sam's life, Anthony Ashley Cooper, was also l iving off Fleet Street, in Three Cranes Court, from 1631 to 1635. Sam's brother Tom was born in the summer of 1634, making a trio of little Pepys boys, John, Sam and Tom, and a sister Sarah the f ollowing summer. Other tailoring families in the district produce d playmates. There were the Cumberlands, also in Salisbury Court, with, Penguin UK, 2003, 3<

2003, ISBN: 9780140282344

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New Holland. Very Good. 25 cm. Hardcover. 1999. 144 pages. <br>A collection of 70 recipes which are all variation s on the idea of balls in cooking. The recipes cover cuisines as d… Mehr…

New Holland. Very Good. 25 cm. Hardcover. 1999. 144 pages. <br>A collection of 70 recipes which are all variation s on the idea of balls in cooking. The recipes cover cuisines as diverse as Mediterranean, Middle Eastern and Asian, and are prese nted in five sections: finger foods, starters, mains, side dishes and desserts. ., New Holland, 1999, 3, Penguin UK. Very Good. 5.08 x 1.3 x 7.8 inches. Paperback. 2003. 544 pages. <br>Samuel Pepys is the astonishing biography by bests elling author Claire Tomalin 2002 WHITBREAD BOOK OF THE YEAR 'Imm aculately well done. Tomalin has managed to unearth a wealth of m aterial about the uncharted life of Samuel Pepys' Craig Brown, Ma il on Sunday 'Sex, drink, plague, fire, music, marital conflict, the fall of kings, corruption and courage in public life, wars, n avies, public execution, incarceration in the Tower: Samuel Pepys 's life is full of irresistible material, and Claire Tomalin seiz es it with both hands. Fast, vivid, accessible' Hermione Lee, Gua rdian 'A rich, thoughtful and deeply satisfying account. It takes us behind and beyond the diary - which means that, on finishing it, we can reread the diary with greater pleasure and understandi ng then ever before' Noel Malcolm, Evening Standard 'In Claire To malin, Pepys has found the biographer he deserves. Her perceptive , level-headed book finally restores to the life of the diarist i ts weight and dignity' Lisa Jardine, New Statesman 'A great achie vement and a huge pleasure. A vivid chronicle of contemporary his tory seen through the all too human preoccupations of this ordina ry and extraordinary man' Diana Souhami, Independent From the acc laimed author of Charles Dickens: A Life and The Invisible Woman, this celebrated biography casts new light on the remarkable diar ies of Pepys and brings his story vividly to life once more. Clai re Tomalin is the award-winning author of eight highly acclaimed biographies, including: The Life and Death of Mary Wollstonecraft ; Shelley and His World; Katherine Mansfield: A Secret Life; The Invisible Woman: The Story of Nelly Ternan and Charles Dickens; M rs Jordan's Profession; Jane Austen: A Life; Samuel Pepys: The Un equalled Self; Thomas Hardy: The Time-Torn Man and, most recently , Charles Dickens: A Life. A former literary editor of the New St atesman and the Sunday Times, she is married to the playwright an d novelist Michael Frayn. Editorial Reviews Review The Pepys we know lived for only nine years and five months. Tomalin gives us the rest of the man, and also a startling new way to read him. - Thomas Mallon, The New Yorker Tomalin not only brings him back t o vibrant life, but makes a powerful case that he's more central, more 'relevant' than we ever imagined . . . She has restored to us the whole Pepys. -Charles McGrath, New York Times Book Review, front cover Brilliantly believable . . . It takes an exceptiona l biographer to go so confidently beyond the apparent totality of daily experience presented in Pepys's Diary . . . Claire Tomalin 's life [of Pepys] is a magnificent triumph. Her research has bee n not just scrupulously thorough but dazzlingly imaginative. -Phi lip Hensher, Atlantic Monthly Tomalin's writing is as supple and lively as Pepys's own, and by fleshing out the backdrop to his D iary writings, she has created the perfect bookend to his own rol licking self-portrait . . . The best work on Pepys since Robert L ouis Stevenson's classic essay, published in 1881. -Michiko Kakut ani, New York Times Our greatest diarist, analyzed by one of our greatest biographers. Tomalin's flawless research and trademark empathy with her subjects should make this portrait of one of the most fascinating characters of 17th-century England the best bio graphy of the autumn. -Caroline Gascoigne, Sunday Times (U.K.) I mmaculately well done. She writes with such beautiful clarity, al ways empathetic . . . There is about this biography a wisdom, an unforced feeling that the biographer has a sense of the way life is . . . Like all great biographies, Samuel Pepys: The Unequalled Self has a hint of the love letter about it. And it is a love th at becomes contagious. -Craig Brown, The Mail on Sunday (U.K.) A bout the Author Claire Tomalin was literary editor of the New Sta tesman then the Sunday Times before leaving to become a full-time writer. Her first book, The Life and Death of Mary Wollstonecraf t, won the Whitbread First Book Award, and she has since written a number of highly acclaimed and bestselling biographies. They in clude Jane Austen: A Life, The Invisible Woman, a definitive acco unt of Dickens' relationship with the actress Ellen Ternan, which won three major literary awards, and Samuel Pepys: The Unequalle d Self was Whitbread Book of the Year in 2002. In the highly accl aimed Charles Dickens: A Life, she presents a full-scale biograph y of our greatest novelist. She is married to the writer Michael Frayn. Excerpt. ® Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Part One 1633-1668 The Elected Son He was born in London, above the shop, just off Fleet Street, in Salisbury Court, where his f ather John Pepys ran a tailoring business, one of many serving th e lawyers living in the area. The house backed on to the parish c hurch of St. Bride's, where all the babies of the family were chr istened and two were already buried in the churchyard; when he wa s a man, Pepys still kept the thought in his mind of my young bro thers and sisters laid in the ground outside the house of his you th. Salisbury Court was an open space surrounded by a mixture of small houses like John Pepys's and large ones, once the abodes of bishops and ambassadors, with gardens; it was entered through na rrow lanes, one from Fleet Street opposite Shoe Lane, another in the south-west corner leading into Water Lane and so down to the Thames and river steps fifty yards below. The south-facing slope above the river was a good place to live; people had been settled here since Roman times, and when Pepys was born in 1633 a Christ ian church had stood on the spot for at least five hundred years. A block to the east was the Fleet River, with the pink brick cre nellated walls of Bridewell rising beside it; it had been built a s a palace by King Henry VIII and deteriorated into a prison for vagrants, homeless children and street women, known to the locals as Bridewell Birds. A footbridge spanned the Fleet between Fleet Street and Ludgate Hill, and from St. Bride's you could look acr oss its deep valley-much deeper then than it is today-with houses crammed up both sides in a maze of courts and alleys, to old St. Paul's rising on its hill above the City. This was the western edge of the City, and Pepys's first playground. The City was prou d of being the most populous in the world; it had something like 130,000 inhabitants, and in the whole country there were only abo ut five million. If you went west from Salisbury Court along Flee t Street, you came to the gardens of the Temple lawyers, with the ir groves of trees, formal beds and walks, and further west along the Strand you were out of the City, on the way to Whitehall and Westminster. To the east was the only bridge-London Bridge, almo st as old as St. Bride's Church, with its nineteen arches and its spikes on which traitors' heads were stuck-and then the Tower. T he river, without embankments, was very wide, with a sloping shor e at low tide, a place for children to explore; and the great hou ses of the aristocracy were strung along the riverside, each with its own watergate. The best way to get about fast in London was by boat. The Pepys house centred round the shop and cutting room , with their shelves, stools and drawers, cutting board and looki ng-glass. At the back the kitchen opened into a yard, and in the cellar were the washing tubs and coal hole, with a lock-up into w hich troublesome children or maids might be put for punishment. T he stairs to the living quarters went up at the back. Timber-fram ed, tall and narrow, with a jetty sticking out over the street at the front, set tight against its neighbours, with a garret under the steeply pitched roof: this was the pattern of ordinary Londo n houses. On the first floor the parlour doubled as dining room. Above there were two bedrooms, each with a small closet or study opening off it, and high beds with red or purple curtains. In one of these Pepys was born and spent his first weeks. Older childre n, maids and apprentices slept on the third floor-Pepys mentions the little chamber, three storeys high-or in the garret, or in tr undle beds, kept in most of the rooms, including the shop and the parlour; sometimes they bedded down in the kitchen for warmth. In one of the bedrooms was a virginals, the neat, box-like harpsi chord of the period. John Pepys was musical: he played the bass v iol, and his eldest daughter, six-year-old Mary, could have start ed at the keyboard by the time Sam was born. Singing and musical instruments-viol, violin, lute, virginals, flageolet (a recorder of sorts)-were an essential part of family life, and music became the child's passion.Music was not only in the family but literal ly in the air for many months during the first year of Sam's life . It came from one of the large houses in Salisbury Court, in whi ch a young and ambitious lawyer, Bulstrode Whitelocke, was prepar ing a masque to be performed before King Charles and his queen. W hitelocke and Edward Hyde, together representing the Middle Templ e, had joined with members of the other three Inns of Court in a plan to celebrate Candlemas in a great masque to be produced befo re the Court at Whitehall, and Whitelocke, who had some skill as a composer, was in charge of the music. He assembled a large grou p of singers, including some from the Queen's Chapel, and caused them all to meet in practise at his house in Salisbury Court wher e he . . . had sometimes 40 lutes, besides other instruments and voices, in consort together. The noise must have been terrific. O n the day of the performance, 2 February 1634, three weeks before Pepys's first birthday, the masquers, in costumes of silver, cri mson and blue, some riding plumed horses draped in cloth of silve r, some carrying flaming torches, processed along Holborn and Cha ncery Lane, through Temple Bar to Charing Cross and so to the Ban queting House. Inigo Jones was the designer, and the poet Thomas Carew wrote the words.The event was such a success that Queen Hen rietta Maria asked for a repeat performance at the Merchant Taylo rs' Hall in the City. This was done, and gave great contentment t o their Majesties and no less to the Citizens, especially the you nger sort of them. It may be too much to imagine the infant Pepys held up to enjoy the festivities among the many Londoners agog a t the sound of the music and the brilliant show of the young lawy ers; but music, theatre, celebration, processions, ritual and fin e clothes delighted him throughout his life. A tailor's family w as likely to be well dressed. There was a looking-glass upstairs, in which the children could look at themselves in imitation of t he customers below and make themselves fine with scraps of cloth. But clothes, fine or plain, were hard to keep clean in London. E very household burnt coal brought from Newcastle by sea in its fi replaces and cooking ranges. So did the brewers and dyers, the br ick-makers up the Tottenham Court Road, the ubiquitous soap and s alt boilers. The smoke from their chimneys made the air dark, cov ering every surface with sooty grime. There were days when a clou d of smoke half a mile high and twenty miles wide could be seen o ver the city from the Epsom Downs. Londoners spat black. Wall han gings, pictures and clothes turned yellow and brown like leaves i n autumn, and winter undervests, sewn on for the season against t he cold, were the colour of mud by the time spring arrived. Hair was expected to look after itself; John Evelyn made a special not e in his diary in August 1653 that he was going to experiment wit h an annual hair wash. But every house, every family enjoyed its own smell, to which father, mother, children, apprentices, maids and pets all contributed, a rich brew of hair, bod- ies, sweat an d other emissions, bedclothes, cooking, whatever food was lying a bout, whatever dirty linen had been piled up for the monthly wash , whatever chamber pots were waiting to be emptied into yard or s treet. Home meant the familiar reek which everyone breathed. The smell of the house might strike a new maid as alien, but she woul d quickly become part of the atmosphere herself. When Pepys wrote of his family, meaning not blood relations but everyone who live d in his household-the Latin word familia has this sense-we under stand that, as a group sharing the same rooms, they also comforta bly shared the same smell. His mother was a connoisseur of dirty linen, having worked as a washmaid in a grand household before h er marriage. It was not a bad preparation for eleven children in fourteen years; the babies followed one another so fast that she was always either nursing or expecting one, and each made its con tribution to the monthly washing day. Samuel was her fifth, hardl y more than a year after John. Paulina and Esther, who preceded h im, were both dead before he was born, but by the time he was fiv e there would be four more, Thomas, Sarah, Jacob and Robert, of w hom only Tom would live to grow up. God's system was inefficient and depressing. A doc- tor writing in 1636 regretted that humans did not reproduce like trees, without the trivial and vulgar way of coition.This was Sir Thomas Browne. He might have added a furt her expression of regret at the wearing out of so much health and happiness, but he failed to, and instead overcame his distaste a t the triviality of the act often enough to father twelve childre n on his wife. Pepys's mother must have been always busy, tired, distracted or grieving for the deaths of his brothers and sisters when he was a child: soon worn out, physically and emotionally. Pepys's birthday was on 23 February and his baptism by the vicar of St. Bride's, James Palmer, is recorded on 3 March 1632/3, Sam uell sonn to John Peapis wyef Margaret.The same year, in October, the queen gave birth across town at St. James's Palace to her se cond son, James. After his christening, he was given the title of duke of York. He had a staff of officials paid to rock his cradl e; and, unthinkable as it would have seemed then, he was destined to become one of Sam Pepys's close associates. Another boy who g rew up to influence Sam's life, Anthony Ashley Cooper, was also l iving off Fleet Street, in Three Cranes Court, from 1631 to 1635. Sam's brother Tom was born in the summer of 1634, making a trio of little Pepys boys, John, Sam and Tom, and a sister Sarah the f ollowing summer. Other tailoring families in the district produce d playmates. There were the Cumberlands, also in Salisbury Court, with, Penguin UK, 2003, 3<

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Penguin UK. Very Good. 5.08 x 1.3 x 7.8 inches. Paperback. 2003. 544 pages. <br>Samuel Pepys is the astonishing biography by bests elling author Claire Tomalin 2002 WHITBREAD BOOK OF THE YEAR 'Imm aculately well done. Tomalin has managed to unearth a wealth of m aterial about the uncharted life of Samuel Pepys' Craig Brown, Ma il on Sunday 'Sex, drink, plague, fire, music, marital conflict, the fall of kings, corruption and courage in public life, wars, n avies, public execution, incarceration in the Tower: Samuel Pepys 's life is full of irresistible material, and Claire Tomalin seiz es it with both hands. Fast, vivid, accessible' Hermione Lee, Gua rdian 'A rich, thoughtful and deeply satisfying account. It takes us behind and beyond the diary - which means that, on finishing it, we can reread the diary with greater pleasure and understandi ng then ever before' Noel Malcolm, Evening Standard 'In Claire To malin, Pepys has found the biographer he deserves. Her perceptive , level-headed book finally restores to the life of the diarist i ts weight and dignity' Lisa Jardine, New Statesman 'A great achie vement and a huge pleasure. A vivid chronicle of contemporary his tory seen through the all too human preoccupations of this ordina ry and extraordinary man' Diana Souhami, Independent From the acc laimed author of Charles Dickens: A Life and The Invisible Woman, this celebrated biography casts new light on the remarkable diar ies of Pepys and brings his story vividly to life once more. Clai re Tomalin is the award-winning author of eight highly acclaimed biographies, including: The Life and Death of Mary Wollstonecraft ; Shelley and His World; Katherine Mansfield: A Secret Life; The Invisible Woman: The Story of Nelly Ternan and Charles Dickens; M rs Jordan's Profession; Jane Austen: A Life; Samuel Pepys: The Un equalled Self; Thomas Hardy: The Time-Torn Man and, most recently , Charles Dickens: A Life. A former literary editor of the New St atesman and the Sunday Times, she is married to the playwright an d novelist Michael Frayn. Editorial Reviews Review The Pepys we know lived for only nine years and five months. Tomalin gives us the rest of the man, and also a startling new way to read him. - Thomas Mallon, The New Yorker Tomalin not only brings him back t o vibrant life, but makes a powerful case that he's more central, more 'relevant' than we ever imagined . . . She has restored to us the whole Pepys. -Charles McGrath, New York Times Book Review, front cover Brilliantly believable . . . It takes an exceptiona l biographer to go so confidently beyond the apparent totality of daily experience presented in Pepys's Diary . . . Claire Tomalin 's life [of Pepys] is a magnificent triumph. Her research has bee n not just scrupulously thorough but dazzlingly imaginative. -Phi lip Hensher, Atlantic Monthly Tomalin's writing is as supple and lively as Pepys's own, and by fleshing out the backdrop to his D iary writings, she has created the perfect bookend to his own rol licking self-portrait . . . The best work on Pepys since Robert L ouis Stevenson's classic essay, published in 1881. -Michiko Kakut ani, New York Times Our greatest diarist, analyzed by one of our greatest biographers. Tomalin's flawless research and trademark empathy with her subjects should make this portrait of one of the most fascinating characters of 17th-century England the best bio graphy of the autumn. -Caroline Gascoigne, Sunday Times (U.K.) I mmaculately well done. She writes with such beautiful clarity, al ways empathetic . . . There is about this biography a wisdom, an unforced feeling that the biographer has a sense of the way life is . . . Like all great biographies, Samuel Pepys: The Unequalled Self has a hint of the love letter about it. And it is a love th at becomes contagious. -Craig Brown, The Mail on Sunday (U.K.) A bout the Author Claire Tomalin was literary editor of the New Sta tesman then the Sunday Times before leaving to become a full-time writer. Her first book, The Life and Death of Mary Wollstonecraf t, won the Whitbread First Book Award, and she has since written a number of highly acclaimed and bestselling biographies. They in clude Jane Austen: A Life, The Invisible Woman, a definitive acco unt of Dickens' relationship with the actress Ellen Ternan, which won three major literary awards, and Samuel Pepys: The Unequalle d Self was Whitbread Book of the Year in 2002. In the highly accl aimed Charles Dickens: A Life, she presents a full-scale biograph y of our greatest novelist. She is married to the writer Michael Frayn. Excerpt. ® Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Part One 1633-1668 The Elected Son He was born in London, above the shop, just off Fleet Street, in Salisbury Court, where his f ather John Pepys ran a tailoring business, one of many serving th e lawyers living in the area. The house backed on to the parish c hurch of St. Bride's, where all the babies of the family were chr istened and two were already buried in the churchyard; when he wa s a man, Pepys still kept the thought in his mind of my young bro thers and sisters laid in the ground outside the house of his you th. Salisbury Court was an open space surrounded by a mixture of small houses like John Pepys's and large ones, once the abodes of bishops and ambassadors, with gardens; it was entered through na rrow lanes, one from Fleet Street opposite Shoe Lane, another in the south-west corner leading into Water Lane and so down to the Thames and river steps fifty yards below. The south-facing slope above the river was a good place to live; people had been settled here since Roman times, and when Pepys was born in 1633 a Christ ian church had stood on the spot for at least five hundred years. A block to the east was the Fleet River, with the pink brick cre nellated walls of Bridewell rising beside it; it had been built a s a palace by King Henry VIII and deteriorated into a prison for vagrants, homeless children and street women, known to the locals as Bridewell Birds. A footbridge spanned the Fleet between Fleet Street and Ludgate Hill, and from St. Bride's you could look acr oss its deep valley-much deeper then than it is today-with houses crammed up both sides in a maze of courts and alleys, to old St. Paul's rising on its hill above the City. This was the western edge of the City, and Pepys's first playground. The City was prou d of being the most populous in the world; it had something like 130,000 inhabitants, and in the whole country there were only abo ut five million. If you went west from Salisbury Court along Flee t Street, you came to the gardens of the Temple lawyers, with the ir groves of trees, formal beds and walks, and further west along the Strand you were out of the City, on the way to Whitehall and Westminster. To the east was the only bridge-London Bridge, almo st as old as St. Bride's Church, with its nineteen arches and its spikes on which traitors' heads were stuck-and then the Tower. T he river, without embankments, was very wide, with a sloping shor e at low tide, a place for children to explore; and the great hou ses of the aristocracy were strung along the riverside, each with its own watergate. The best way to get about fast in London was by boat. The Pepys house centred round the shop and cutting room , with their shelves, stools and drawers, cutting board and looki ng-glass. At the back the kitchen opened into a yard, and in the cellar were the washing tubs and coal hole, with a lock-up into w hich troublesome children or maids might be put for punishment. T he stairs to the living quarters went up at the back. Timber-fram ed, tall and narrow, with a jetty sticking out over the street at the front, set tight against its neighbours, with a garret under the steeply pitched roof: this was the pattern of ordinary Londo n houses. On the first floor the parlour doubled as dining room. Above there were two bedrooms, each with a small closet or study opening off it, and high beds with red or purple curtains. In one of these Pepys was born and spent his first weeks. Older childre n, maids and apprentices slept on the third floor-Pepys mentions the little chamber, three storeys high-or in the garret, or in tr undle beds, kept in most of the rooms, including the shop and the parlour; sometimes they bedded down in the kitchen for warmth. In one of the bedrooms was a virginals, the neat, box-like harpsi chord of the period. John Pepys was musical: he played the bass v iol, and his eldest daughter, six-year-old Mary, could have start ed at the keyboard by the time Sam was born. Singing and musical instruments-viol, violin, lute, virginals, flageolet (a recorder of sorts)-were an essential part of family life, and music became the child's passion.Music was not only in the family but literal ly in the air for many months during the first year of Sam's life . It came from one of the large houses in Salisbury Court, in whi ch a young and ambitious lawyer, Bulstrode Whitelocke, was prepar ing a masque to be performed before King Charles and his queen. W hitelocke and Edward Hyde, together representing the Middle Templ e, had joined with members of the other three Inns of Court in a plan to celebrate Candlemas in a great masque to be produced befo re the Court at Whitehall, and Whitelocke, who had some skill as a composer, was in charge of the music. He assembled a large grou p of singers, including some from the Queen's Chapel, and caused them all to meet in practise at his house in Salisbury Court wher e he . . . had sometimes 40 lutes, besides other instruments and voices, in consort together. The noise must have been terrific. O n the day of the performance, 2 February 1634, three weeks before Pepys's first birthday, the masquers, in costumes of silver, cri mson and blue, some riding plumed horses draped in cloth of silve r, some carrying flaming torches, processed along Holborn and Cha ncery Lane, through Temple Bar to Charing Cross and so to the Ban queting House. Inigo Jones was the designer, and the poet Thomas Carew wrote the words.The event was such a success that Queen Hen rietta Maria asked for a repeat performance at the Merchant Taylo rs' Hall in the City. This was done, and gave great contentment t o their Majesties and no less to the Citizens, especially the you nger sort of them. It may be too much to imagine the infant Pepys held up to enjoy the festivities among the many Londoners agog a t the sound of the music and the brilliant show of the young lawy ers; but music, theatre, celebration, processions, ritual and fin e clothes delighted him throughout his life. A tailor's family w as likely to be well dressed. There was a looking-glass upstairs, in which the children could look at themselves in imitation of t he customers below and make themselves fine with scraps of cloth. But clothes, fine or plain, were hard to keep clean in London. E very household burnt coal brought from Newcastle by sea in its fi replaces and cooking ranges. So did the brewers and dyers, the br ick-makers up the Tottenham Court Road, the ubiquitous soap and s alt boilers. The smoke from their chimneys made the air dark, cov ering every surface with sooty grime. There were days when a clou d of smoke half a mile high and twenty miles wide could be seen o ver the city from the Epsom Downs. Londoners spat black. Wall han gings, pictures and clothes turned yellow and brown like leaves i n autumn, and winter undervests, sewn on for the season against t he cold, were the colour of mud by the time spring arrived. Hair was expected to look after itself; John Evelyn made a special not e in his diary in August 1653 that he was going to experiment wit h an annual hair wash. But every house, every family enjoyed its own smell, to which father, mother, children, apprentices, maids and pets all contributed, a rich brew of hair, bod- ies, sweat an d other emissions, bedclothes, cooking, whatever food was lying a bout, whatever dirty linen had been piled up for the monthly wash , whatever chamber pots were waiting to be emptied into yard or s treet. Home meant the familiar reek which everyone breathed. The smell of the house might strike a new maid as alien, but she woul d quickly become part of the atmosphere herself. When Pepys wrote of his family, meaning not blood relations but everyone who live d in his household-the Latin word familia has this sense-we under stand that, as a group sharing the same rooms, they also comforta bly shared the same smell. His mother was a connoisseur of dirty linen, having worked as a washmaid in a grand household before h er marriage. It was not a bad preparation for eleven children in fourteen years; the babies followed one another so fast that she was always either nursing or expecting one, and each made its con tribution to the monthly washing day. Samuel was her fifth, hardl y more than a year after John. Paulina and Esther, who preceded h im, were both dead before he was born, but by the time he was fiv e there would be four more, Thomas, Sarah, Jacob and Robert, of w hom only Tom would live to grow up. God's system was inefficient and depressing. A doc- tor writing in 1636 regretted that humans did not reproduce like trees, without the trivial and vulgar way of coition.This was Sir Thomas Browne. He might have added a furt her expression of regret at the wearing out of so much health and happiness, but he failed to, and instead overcame his distaste a t the triviality of the act often enough to father twelve childre n on his wife. Pepys's mother must have been always busy, tired, distracted or grieving for the deaths of his brothers and sisters when he was a child: soon worn out, physically and emotionally. Pepys's birthday was on 23 February and his baptism by the vicar of St. Bride's, James Palmer, is recorded on 3 March 1632/3, Sam uell sonn to John Peapis wyef Margaret.The same year, in October, the queen gave birth across town at St. James's Palace to her se cond son, James. After his christening, he was given the title of duke of York. He had a staff of officials paid to rock his cradl e; and, unthinkable as it would have seemed then, he was destined to become one of Sam Pepys's close associates. Another boy who g rew up to influence Sam's life, Anthony Ashley Cooper, was also l iving off Fleet Street, in Three Cranes Court, from 1631 to 1635. Sam's brother Tom was born in the summer of 1634, making a trio of little Pepys boys, John, Sam and Tom, and a sister Sarah the f ollowing summer. Other tailoring families in the district produce d playmates. There were the Cumberlands, also in Salisbury Court, with, Penguin UK, 2003, 3<

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