Showing posts with label Author Mary Sharratt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Author Mary Sharratt. Show all posts

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Book Review Illuminations: A Novel of Hildegard von Bingen by Mary Sharratt


Hildegard von Bingen is an admirable character. At the tender age of eight, she is walled up in a church and her own mother turns her back on her. Many (most) would give up, roll over and die. Yet, Hildegard grabs hold of life. She has plants brought into her cell and when she's not performing her duties--singing hymns and making scared garments--she educates herself. And, later, when two other girls join her Hildegard sees it as her responsibility to share this love of life with them.
There is more to Hildegard's story. But I don't wish to spoil the adventure. You need to read this book.
However horrific the conditions... However hopeless the life... This is a moving story; told tenderly and with great respect for the woman behind the legend.
Illuminations speak of the power of woman--together; separate--external; internal--endless.
Thank you, Mary Sharratt, for another fine read. 

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Thursday, July 5, 2012

Book Review: Daughters of the Witching Hill by Mary Sharratt



Happenstance, that’s truly what it was. I was surfing the web looking for something when I arrived at author Mary Sharratt’s website. There, cannily, Mary shares the first chapter of Daughters of the Witching Hill.

Blurb:  ‘In Daughters of Witching Hill, Mary Sharratt brings history to life in a vivid and wrenching novel of strong women, family and betrayal inspired by the 1612 Pendle witch trails.’

Main character, Demdike began to tell her tale and I fell under her spell.

‘See us gathered here… We three wait till Baldwin catches a glimpse of us and out he storms…. A loud crack strikes the earth—it’s a horsewhip he carries…
“Whores and witches,” he rails, shrill enough to set the crows to flight. “Get out of my ground.”
Slashes of air hit my face as he brandishes his whip, seeking to strike fear into us, but it’s his terror I taste as I let go of Alizon’s guiding hand and step forward, firm and square on my ragbundled feet.’ (p. 3)

That first meeting gave me a burning desire to learn more. So I marched down to my local bookstore and ordered a copy. Told in the first person, I didn’t read the book; I shared the journey. Demdike’s struggles became my own. I felt her pain and relished in her meagre blessings.

This book is rich in language, setting, plot and character. Buying a copy for myself wasn’t sufficient. I requested that the Mayne Island reading centre add it to their stacks. I’m pleased to report that they have. And, moreover, a friend recently borrowed it. My friend and I agree—this is a marvellous book. Well done, Mary!

Questions:
-If your family were staving would you take credit for abilities you hoped you possessed? Would you do so even if ill use meant your death?
-How would you explain Tibbs? Is Demdike mentally ill? Or is there another explanation?