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She would live out her days at Auchnasaugh, a bookish spinster attended by cats and parrots, until that time when she might become ethereal, pure spirit untainted by the woes of flesh, a phantom drifting with the winds. What fun she would have as a ghost. She could hardly wait.
Elspeth Barker, O Caledonia
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A little summary of my 2024 reading, including my current read 'Cleopatra and Frankenstein' by Coco Mellors 💔 and featuring my reading journal 📚✍️:
😨 'Dark Entries' by Robert Aickman 25 Jan 24 - 01 Feb 24
🧙‍♂️ 'Earthsea: The First Four Books' by Ursula K. Le Guin, 29 Dec 23 - 09 March 24
😈 'Hell Bent' by Leigh Bardugo, 10 Feb 24 - 09 March 24
🕵‍♂️ 'The Spy Who Came In From The Cold' by John le Carré, 26 Feb 24 - 11 March 24
🏫 'Dead Poets Society' by N. H. Kleinbaum, 11 March 24 - 15 March 24
🎾 'Carrie Soto is Back' by Taylor Jenkins Reid, 15 March 24 - 20 March 24
🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 'O Caledonia' by Elspeth Barker, 23 March 24 - 28 March 24
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virgin-martyr · 1 year
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'You’re a big girl now.' She didn’t want to be a big girl. It seemed she was punished for something which happened without her choice or knowledge.
Elspeth Barker, excerpt from O Caledonia
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hairtusk · 9 months
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'To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies?' Well, she knew the name of that altar, the dim, blood-boultered altar of womanhood.
Elspeth Barker, O Caledonia (1991)
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alightinthelantern · 5 months
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best of the bunch: phenomenal novels read in 2022-23 that I highly recommend
O Caledonia (Elspeth Barker)
Inland (Téa Obreht)
Temporary People (Deepak Unnikrishnan)
Insurrecto (Gina Apostol)
A Constellation of Vital Phenomena (Anthony Marra)
Klara and the Sun (Kazuo Ishiguro)
The Mask Carver’s Son (Alyson Richman)
Pavilion of Women (Pearl S. Buck)
A Free Life (Ha Jin)
The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle (Stuart Turton)
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pinkbowjournal · 6 months
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She stood on the terrace shaking the wet honeysuckle over her face, breathing its perfume, a creature momentarily compounded of dew and air and fragrance.
Elspeth Barker, O Caledonia.
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alwaysalreadyangry · 1 year
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I'm reading O Caledonia by Elspeth Barker and oh my GOD. Archivist parrots!!!!!
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abellinthecupboard · 1 year
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O Caledonia, by Elspeth Barker, is called a modern gothic novel, but there’s really nothing gothic about it. It says in the novel that the main character’s parents are Calvinists, modern-day puritans. They behave in the novel exactly as puritanical parents behave in real life. And the main character, Janet, is a textbook-perfect example of autism. The novel is perfectly realistic. I saw my own childhood in the novel in painful clarity. The only gothic element in the book is Janet’s murder at the end of the story, and everything thing else is so incredibly, painfully realistic that the murder took me by shock even though I knew it was coming, since the book begins with the aftermath of her murder. Except for the final twist, the book is the perfect example of a high-functioning autistic child born to over-religious parents, the way she’s never good enough for her parents despite being bright and excelling at school, all because she’s different from other kids. It’s been months and I still haven’t been able to stop thinking about this book. I feel like it should be compulsive reading, somehow.
Anyway, the book is also one of the most beautifully written novels on a technical level that I’ve ever read, the prose is so clear and precise and vivid, so I really recommend reading it
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everythingiread · 1 year
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For a long time she had affected to despise what she thought of as the world of women, its preoccupations with clothes and spring weddings (and hey nonny no) and needlework and babies. While she still had no interest in any of these matters, there were other aspects which drew her, as a lighted window glimpsed in a house unknown can rouse in the passer-by a sense not only of obscure longing for other warmer lives but also of a sharp exclusion, harsh as a door slammed in the face.
O Caledonia, Elspeth Barker
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stoweboyd · 2 years
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(via O Caledonia by Elspeth Barker | Goodreads)
On my reading list.
The British novelist Ali Smith called it “one of the best least-known novels of the 20th century.”
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brucklethings · 1 year
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“Auchnasaugh. Up the windswept road they went, through bare moorland where sheep rose suddenly from the heather and scudded off and only a few stunted rowan trees clung to the steep slope. The mist left cobwebs clinging moist and delicate on the heather, and strands of wool flickered about the thistles. If they looked back they could see the village, unfriendly with its low grey houses, one shop, the church, and the Thistle Inn, packed in a graceless huddle down the hill; beyond it the land rose again in barren pastures outlined by drystone walls, until pasture gave way to empty moors. But for Janet it was the view ahead which held all the enchantment she had ever yearned for; in the distance the hills lapped against each other to the far limits of the visible world; nearer the great forest climbed to meet the moor, ancient rust-trunked pine and delicate silver birch, swaying and tossing over grass so green and fine that only harebell and wood anemone could grow there without seeming crude, even blasphemous.”
— Elspeth Barker, O Caledonia
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Of all the seasons this was the one Janet loved most. In the afternoons she would ride up through the forest onto the lonely moors; she felt then, looking into the unending distance of hills ranged beyond hills, that if only she had the courage to go on, she, like True Thomas, might reach a fairyland, another element, the place of the ballads, of "La Belle Dame Sans Merci".
Elsbeth Barker, O Caledonia
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myhikari21things · 7 months
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Read of O Caledonia by Elspeth Barker (1991) (188pgs)
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virgin-martyr · 1 year
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Divine pity. Human pity was not enough. A bleeding heart could only bleed and bleed.
Elspeth Barker, excerpt from O Caledonia
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kamreadsandrecs · 1 year
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