Tag Archives: Patrick Leigh-Fermor

Patrick Leigh Fermor, “A Time to Keep Silence”

Posted on July 23, 2011 by carolwallace

My passion for nun literature is not quite matched by my passion for monk literature — which, by the way, is not as rich a field. Matthew Lewis’s 1796 The Monk, an early Gothic, springs to mind but I can’t … Continue reading →

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Patrick Leigh Fermor, “Between the Woods and the Water”

Posted on July 14, 2011 by carolwallace

Between the Woods and the Water takes up exactly where Patrick Leigh Fermor left off at the end of A Time of Gifts; the first sentence reads “Perhaps I had made too long a halt on the bridge.”  (A reminder that … Continue reading →

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Patrick Leigh Fermor, “A Time of Gifts”

Posted on July 8, 2011 by carolwallace

I’m not a big reader of travelogues and in the middle of Patrick Leigh Fermor’s description of the Riders’ Staircase in Prague’s Old Royal Palace, I put my finger on the usual reason for this. Or rather Leigh Fermor did, … Continue reading →

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W. Stanley Moss, “Ill Met By Moonlight”

Posted on March 2, 2011 by carolwallace

What put this book into my hands? I must have responded to Patrick Leigh-Fermor’s association with it, having been charmed by that writer in With Tearing Haste. And some marketing genius (at Amazon, I suspect) persuaded me that I would … Continue reading →

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Deborah Devonshire & Patrick Leigh-Fermor, “In Tearing Haste”

Posted on January 26, 2009 by carolwallace

I love that the Duchess of Devonshire is reduced to “Deborah Devonshire” in her capacity as an author.  It’s a kind of leveling perhaps — only not really.  One of the many, many pleasures in this volume is the grandeur … Continue reading →

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