Showing posts with label creator: christopher morley. Show all posts
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22 January 2014

Review: Kitty Foyle by Christopher Morley

Hardcover, 340 pages
Published 1939

Acquired October 2008
Read December 2013
Kitty Foyle
by Christopher Morley

Many years ago, I was delighted and charmed by Morley's Parnassus on Wheels, so when I saw another Morley novel, I grabbed it right off. Kitty Foyle tells the tale of its eponymous narrator, a lower-middle-class Philadelphia girl growing up between the wars, especially her love affair with a member of the Philadelphia gentry. It's good fun, though I never quite warmed to the romance to the extent that Morley wanted me to, I think. Still, there's a lot of great lines and insights, especially when Kitty is still growing up-- one of those books where you annoy people around you by constantly reading bits aloud.

It gets surprisingly racy at times, or at least I think it does; I'm not familiar enough with 1930s literature to really be sure. All I know is that if Frances Hodgson Burnett had been writing this a decade earlier, Kitty would have been "secretly married" before she had sex, and Kitty doesn't do that-- but the novel's 1940 film adaptation apparently does, which I guess gives you a barometer of its relative raciness.

03 November 2007

Archival Review: The Haunted Bookshop by Christopher Morley

The Haunted Bookshop
by Christopher Morley


Some time ago (at least three-plus years ago), my friend Christopher's Great Aunt Helen passed away.  His mother was going to donate her books to Goodwill, but allowed us to pick over them first.  Pretty much at random, I grabbed Brander Matthews's An Introduction to the Study of American Literature (1896) and Christopher Morley's Parnassus On Wheels (1917)-- original printings both and the two oldest books in my collection.  I never read the former, but the latter (to both my surprise and delight) turned out to be a charming story about what a wonderful thing books were, a sentiment I can whole-heartedly agree with.  I read it in June 2004 and began searching for the sequel, The Haunted Bookshop, shortly thereafter. 

I'm not sure when I finally turned up a 2004 reprinting, but I finally got around to reading it this month.  It was fun, with a number of good lines, including one that sums up my life, I think: "It saddens me to think that I shall have to die with thousands of books unread that would have given me noble and unblemished happiness."  The plot takes half the book to show up, but when it does, you rather wish it would have stayed away, because it's pretty far-fetched (it ends with the titular bookshop exploding!) and it is far more entertaining to read about the gripping ethical dilemmas faced by sellers of secondhand books.