Imprint: Vintage
Published: 05/11/2020
ISBN: 9781529111088
Length: 288 Pages
Dimensions: 198mm x 17mm x 128mm
Weight: 229g
RRP: £9.99
*As read on BBC Radio 4's Book of the Week*
'A genius for a certain kind of social history that, in shining a light on one small place, illuminates a huge amount' Sunday Telegraph
A toy train. A stack of letters. A tiny pulse glass, inherited from her great-great-grandfather, which was used to time a patient's heartbeat before pocket watches... Gillian Tindall, one of our most admired domestic history writers, examines seemingly humble objects to trace the personal and global memories stored within them, and re-animate the ghostly heartbeats of lost lives.
'Elegiac... Tindall reflects on a lifetime's interest in historical recovery' The Telegraph
'Tindall is a fine historian and writes with a wryness of everyday human foibles' The Times
Imprint: Vintage
Published: 05/11/2020
ISBN: 9781529111088
Length: 288 Pages
Dimensions: 198mm x 17mm x 128mm
Weight: 229g
RRP: £9.99
Elegaic... Her books are carefully wrought acts of restoration... In The Pulse Glass, Tindall, reflects on a lifetime's interest in historical recovery
Tindall writes with affecting precision... Reading this book feels like looking out of the window on a long train journey. One is lulled by the rhythms into deep reflection and inexplicable nostalgia for the lives and landscapes of others
An excellent suite of essays on transience and remembrance... Gillian Tindall is a high-minded Autolycus, devoted not merely to snapping up the “unconsidered trifles” of past lives but holding them to the light to glean the stories they might conceal
Tindall specialises in the overlooked, the underappreciated. She is very much a local historian, if you take that to mean that everything local can become universal; that the stories of ordinary people are as worth telling as the grand, the famous, the notorious... Tantalising... Tindall is a fine historian and writes with a wryness of everyday human foibles
Gillian Tindall has a richly furnished mind, as full of pigeonholes and secret drawers as an old-fashioned Victorian desk… Tapping at floorboards, exploring cellars, leafing through yellowing love letters…she unearths what she can about the worlds we have lost