Showing posts with label woolen bathing suits. Show all posts
Showing posts with label woolen bathing suits. Show all posts

Thursday, 26 June 2014


 HISTORY LESSONS FROM BOOKS ON MY SHELVES:

Do you have books you've read so long ago you can’t remember a thing about them? I just reread a few and am amazed at the historical detail I’ve forgotten.
  • New York 1985: Hotels charged 50 cents for a bag of ice (Frank Moorhouse, Room Service)
  • Canadian summer 1959: Italian immigrants played soccer and made “disgusting spectacles of themselves in their tight woollen bathing suits” (Susan Swan, The Last of the Golden Girls)
  • London 1982: Swiss watches were “utterly reliable… without going digital…Digitals have got no class” (Tom Stoppard, The Real Thing)
  • Montreal 1981: You could buy a house “for half its real value when, at the time of the Quebec referendum, the real estate prices collapsed” (Eva Stachniak, Necessary Lies)
  • London 1985: On the desk was a “portable typewriter, a piece of crisp white paper wound about its roller” (James Lasdun, Besieged)
But some things never change.
  • New York 1925: A woman in her forties was invisible “in a society where youth so undisputedly rules” (Edith Wharton, Mother’s Recompense)