Beautiful Ruins, by Jess Walter. Well-written, warm, amusing--back and forth between 1950's Italy and present day Hollywood. I'll read his previous book, The Financial Lives of Poets (great title!) soon.
The House at Tyneford by Natasha Solomons was recommended to me by a bookstore owner, and it is a rich old-fashioned novel--World War II, England, Vienna, romance, heartbreak...It takes place in Dorset and now I want to go there--the book is filled with wonderful imagery of the beauty of the place. Such as:
"I loved the wildness and the salt water cracking against the black rocks and the greylag geese crying overhead and the sea pinks reaching over the cliff tops and the adders basking on the heath, the song of the fishermen and the rainbow bellies of the mackerel, the silent church and the glimpse of Portland in the mist and the way the weather was changeable as a Mozart opera..."
I am going to the Cape* this weekend and taking her other book Mr. Rosenblum Dreams in English.
I bought the chair in the picture above at an auction this week, and I'm keeping it! That is a glimpse of my guest room, and the colors I love--beach colors.
Enjoy your weekend.