Christmas Days: 12 Stories and 12 Feasts for 12 Days

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She called these things sputniks. It was something to do with the cold war. Tinfoil? Antennae? The scaremongering that the KGB had listening devices hidden in cheese? This was reasonable. It was Christmas. But Mrs Winterson was having none of it. She opened the front door and shouted: “Jesus is here. Go away.” So at Christmas, I think about the Christmas story, and all Christmas stories since. As a writer I know that we get along badly without space in our lives for imagination and reflection. Religious festivals were designed to be time outside time. Time where ordinary time was subject to significant time. What we remember. What we invent. I never sought to avoid the overwhelming fire of existence. It’s not death that’s to be feared. It’s eternity. Do you understand?' The recipe essay was fascinating and discusses how March 25th was always the legal New Year though we celebrate it on Jan 1st (oooooh, so thats why the end of the fiscal year is later). I enjoyed learning how Britain did not adopt the Gregorian calendar until 1752 and had been 11 days off from everyone else for awhile because of it. This is also a lovely reflection on Winterson’s childhood and Mrs. Winterson using a comb and paper to sound the trumpet for the apocalypse so the family could practice what to do. I think I am going to borrow Winterson’s tradition of burning the calendar on the new year, seems fun.

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This is a physically beautiful collection of a dozen (for the twelve days of Christmas) new short stories, alternating with a dozen pieces about food (each ending with a recipe), all with a Christmas or winter theme, topped and tailed with an introduction and a Christmas message. I use, but don’t read cookery books, and to my surprise, the musings on food, festivities, and ritual (4*) were far better than most of the stories (2* - 3*), some of which felt more suited to Halloween. Many of the stories would be fine for family reading; the food passages would be of less interest to children.

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Stuart Jeffries (22 February 2010). "Jeanette Winterson: 'I thought of suicide' ". The Guardian. London. Archived from the original on 21 July 2013 . Retrieved 15 August 2011. I love Winterson doing horror, this is now the third story and I can see how they would really make it sing in full novel space. This one was fun, I spent a lot of my teenage years skiing and do enjoy the almost eerie space of a snowy hill that this story captures. It has a good historical legacy attached: I liked the incorporation of Arthur Conan Doyle and the real mystery of George Mallery and Arthur Irvine who perished on Everest. Chilling, especially with a snow storm headed my way. The Queen's Birthday Honours List 2018". gov.uk. Archived from the original on 10 June 2018 . Retrieved 8 June 2018.

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After she moved to London, she wrote her first novel, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit, a semi-autobiographical novel about a sensitive teenage girl rebelling against convention. [10] which won the 1985 Whitbread Prize for a First Novel. Winterson adapted it for television in 1990. Her novel The Passion was set in Napoleonic Europe. [11]

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Yes, the book we have all been waiting for. Yes, everything Winterson has always done so well. Yes, above and beyond anything that is yet to be written.”— Daisy Johnson The long icicle of our journey… The tongue of the drawbridge… Words hanging in mid-air like my dictionary of frost.” So at this time of year I think about the Christmas story, and all the Christmas stories since. As a writer I know that we get along badly without space in our lives for imagination and reflection. Religious festivals were designed to be time outside of time. Time where ordinary time was subject to significant time. What we remember. What we invent. Kate Kellaway (25 June 2006). "If I Was a Dog, I'd Be a Terrier". The Observer. London. Archived from the original on 23 September 2014 . Retrieved 6 December 2008. Perhaps it is no surprise that Winterson should produce a volume of short stories inspired by the season, given that her own experience reads like a grim parody of the miracle birth. The constant refrain throughout her autobiographical novel, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit, was her mother’s assertion that “the Devil led us to the wrong crib”; and these feelings are sublimated into Winterson’s Christmas tale “The Lion, the Unicorn and Me”. The story is a retelling of the nativity from the donkey’s point of view, in which the ass receives a snout of gold, having nuzzled against the foot of an angel perched on the stable roof. In her memoir, Winterson made it clear what this signified: “I was the runty little donkey. I needed a golden nose.”