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The Doll’s House by Katherine Mansfield

Posted by Teddyrose@1 on January 18, 2011
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I had never heard of Katherine Mansfield until JoAnn of Lakeside Musings reviewed her short story, The Doll’s HouseI am always on the lookout for new to me classic authors, so I couldn’t resist checking this story out for myself.

It opens with the Burnells’ receiving the gift of a Doll House for the children from Mrs. Hay.  
We learn a lot about the doll house and of all the things in it. 

 “the smell of paint coming from that doll’s house (“Sweet of old Mrs. Hay, of course; most sweet and generous!”) — but the smell of paint was quite enough to make any one seriously ill, in Aunt Beryl’s opinion. Even before the sacking was taken off.”

“There stood the doll’s house, a dark, oily, spinach green, picked out with bright yellow.”

There is also furniture and a lamp in the doll house.

“The father and mother dolls, who sprawled very stiff as though they had fainted in the drawing-room, and their two little children asleep upstairs, were really too big for the doll’s house. They didn’t look as though they belonged. But the lamp was perfect. It seemed to smile to Kezia, to say, “I live here.” The lamp was real.”

 The children were thrilled with the gift and could hardly wait to tell their friends all about it.

“I’m to tell,” said Isabel, “because I’m the eldest. And you two can join in after. But I’m to tell first.”  “And I’m to choose who’s to come and see it first. Mother said I might.”

 Two by two the other children at school were invited to go home with the Burnell children to see the doll house.  However, the Kelvey children were not invited.  Kezia wanted to invite them but her mother said, “certainly not.”

“They were the daughters of a spry, hardworking little washerwoman, who went about from house to house by the day. This was awful enough. But where was Mr. Kelvey? Nobody knew for certain.”

 The children accept the social hierarchy of their parents without question.  They know they are not to talk with the Kelveys’ and they don’t.  Except for Kezia.  The Kelyveys’ don’t seem to belong to the community, just like the dolls don’t seem to belong in the doll house.
This is a gem of a short story.  At just about 9 pages, Katherine Mansdfield makes the story of a doll house a social commentary of caste.  This would make for an excellent book club discussion.  You can read the story, here.
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The Babysitter’s Code by Laura Lippman

Posted by Teddyrose@1 on January 10, 2011
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I have never read anything by Laura Lippman before this.  In fact, I wrote her off as one of “those authors”.  You know, the formulaic, blockbuster, fluff, author.  She may be that as I can’t judge from one short story but I did enjoy ‘The Babysitter’s Code.’
Terri Snyder is a very “in demand” babysitter and she knows all of the written and unwritten rules of babysitting.  Never open any unopened food, never eat the last of something, and never show your gluttony.

“Once when she was at the Morrows’ house, she discovered a four-pound can of pistachio nuts and got a little carried away. And while the canister was so large that it provided cover for her gluttony, the shells in the trash can left no doubt as to how much she had eaten. To conceal the grossness of her appetite, she packed those shells in her knapsack and the pockets of her ski jacket. Riding home in the front seat of Ed Morrow’s Jeep Cherokee, she realized she was rattling softly, but Mr. Morrow seemed to think it was the car’s heater. The next time she babysat for the Morrows, she found another canister of pistachios, a sure sign of trust.”

 Terry felt it was also okay to snoop as long as she put everything back exactly as it was.  She never found anything shocking, until one day while in Mrs. Morrow’s lingerie drawer.

The tension in this story works really well as does the plot.  It may be a bit of a fluff piece or as I like to say, palate cleanser, but I really enjoyed it.  You can read it at Fifty-Two Stories, here.
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A City of Churches by Donald Barthelme

Posted by Teddyrose@1 on January 3, 2011
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Prester is a small town known for it`s churches.  It is a peculiar little town as the main character, Cecelia figures out fast.  
Cecelia has come the to set up a car renal business but first she needs to find a place to live.  The town`s real estate agent, Mr. Philips, take her around town to help her find a place.  It turns out, the only buildings in town are churches.
The mouths of all the churches were gaping open. Inside, lights could be seen dimly. “I can go up to a hundred and ten,” Cecelia said. “Do you have any buildings here that are not churches?” “None,” said Mr. Phillips. “Of course, many of our fine church structures also do double duty as something else.” He indicated a handsome Georgian façade. “That one,” he said, “houses the United Methodist and the Board of Education. The one next to it, which is the Antioch Pentecostal, has the barbershop.”

The first room Mr. Philips shows Cecelia is a room with 4 church bells hanging in the middle of it.  Cecelia asks if the ring.


“Three times a day,” Mr. Phillips said, smiling. “Morning, noon, and night. Of course when they’re rung you have to be pretty quick at getting out of the way. You get hit in the head by one of these babies and that’s all she wrote.”

As I read the story I got a very creepy feeling about the town.  By the end, I saw I had more cause than I thought.  This is an extremely well written story and I really enjoyed it!  Highly recommended!  You can read it here.


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Lakeside Musing


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