China Court by Rumer Godden
I loved this book because of the way that the complex story
of a family was told through present moments and snatches of past memories.
Every family’s history is rather like a patchwork quilt; you can never get all
of the shining memories or shameful regrets in one telling. To understand the
inner feelings of members in one’s family tree, one must actually “get into
their brains”, which, of course, is quite impossible. We only remember what we saw
and felt; we cannot know what sorrows or hopes hid under the coats or aprons of
those distant uncles or crotchety aunts. But, remarkably, these people do shape
us and influence the events of our own lives. This is what comes through this
story, told through the patches of memories or the inner musings of nearly all
of the characters mentioned. The chapters are divided into “hours”, that is,
the prayer-hours of an old prayer-book that also features in the story. The
story of the generations in this family is closely tied to their family home, a
place called “China Court.” Whimsical, lyrical, and charming, it’s a rare look
at the story of a family from the inside.
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