Monday, February 25, 2013

The Fifth Day of Christmas--Reprise

Good morning, Bettys!
Or good-afternoon, depending on your time-zone...
Can you tell I am time-zone-hostile today?  Betty Debbie has abandoned the rainy Northwestern Shores for the balmy climes of Florida for the Fortnight and I am utterly desolate.  Who will talk me through my morning chores if I don't have my beloved Betty Debbie? Because my Colorado sisters (not cigarette-dangling Ward Maid Maisies by any stretch) are an hour different and it's just not cutting it.  When they are going about their errands, I'm still making breakfast.  When I'm eating lunch, they've started afternoon projects.  It gives me a sense of playing catch-up all day.
Ah, well, we have The Fifth Day of Christmas to console us and even if I don't love, love, love it, I like it quite well.
Love and lardy cakes!
Betty Keira

I had a tough time finding time to read this week - Christmas parties, dates with Dr. van der Stevejink, family movie date (Tangled), making pinecones, dentist appointments, eye doctor appointments (why, oh why, do medical appointments come in dense clusters??)...I snuck in a few pages here and a few pages there - not my favorite way to read a book. After a slow start, I was finally able to get down to business and read most of the second half in one sitting. I'm glad I did. Unfortunately for you, dear Bettys, I was interrupted nearly as much while I was writing this post...aargh.
The opening scenes are quite delightful - Miss Julia Pennyfeather (just 22) is escorting an unstablilized diabetic teen to Scotland after having quit her hospital nursing job. After this little job, she's to go to her worthy (and by worthy, she means dreary)brother's house so as to nurse her sister-in-law through some post-partum depression. Or something. It's a depressing thought - especially since her brother and SIL are determined to play matchmaker to Julia and a pompous windbag named James. Don't pay any attention to that particular plot device, because we will never meet Julia's brother and his wife or James. Ever. And now I've forgotten them.
Scotland is cold and snowy, but eventually the ambulance men, Julia and her patient get to Drumlochie House - only to find it deserted except for one ancient family retainer. The wind has taken the electricity and the phones...Julia gets everyone busy helping out, then she feeds the group before retiring to her icy bedroom.
In the wee small hours, a knock at the door! Julia puts on her dressing gown and allows entrance to the man of her dreams. Dr. Ivo van den Werff. Guess how old he is. No, I mean it, guess. HE'S TWENTY-NINE YEARS OLD!!! Yes, 29. The Great Betty doesn't actually say that, she just says that he's 'pushing 30'. Weird. We don't have to call Dr. Ivo van den Werff by his full name, things are pretty casual among the small group of snowed-in travellers. Julia spends her time taking care of the diabetic teen and cooking. Ivo organizes the ambulance men and himself to take care of the chores, and the family retainer is marginally helpful. I believe he kills a chicken.
The whole interlude in Scotland is delightful - Ivo and Julia get on like a house afire. So much so that he offers her a job back with him in Holland. Taking care of Marcia. Marcia? Who's Marcia? She's The Unresolved Issue.
Marcia has been living at Casa van den Werff for the past six months (with Ivo's dad and sister)where she has been recuperating from a slight attack of polio (yes, polio again). Marcia the Unresolved Issue needs a nurse to finish getting her back on her feet.
It's really too bad about the instant antipathy between Marcia and Julia. Julia sees Marcia as the fraud she is, and Marcia can tell. Marcia spends the entire book making rude comments about Julia's size. Marcia calls her buxom, robust, stout, plump, get the idea. She's a real charmer. Marcia is an unusual 'other woman'. Sure, she's bony and flat chested, has pale blonde hair and colourless lashes and a thin austere beaky kind of beauty...but she's An Intellectual. Her hobbies include: reading the works of Goethe, living in luxury, reading Virgil and Homer in the original Greek, being waited on by Julia, and making out with Mijnheer August de Winter. What? Yes, she's got a lil' sumpen sumpen going on the side. She's just hanging out at Casa van den Werff until the Mijnheer comes up to scratch. Hedging her bets.
So...what's the relationship between Marcia and Ivo? Marcia simpers (gah...I just threw up in my throat a little) and acts coy while telling Julia that she and Ivo have 'an understanding'.
This is where it gets a bit dicey...after Marcia got polio, Ivo went to Edinburgh for six months. Six months with no visits back to Holland. Doesn't sound much like a man in love. Not only has he not been to visit in six months, he doesn't act like a man in love. He acts more like the captain of a sinking ship and Marcia is the broken rigging dragging it down. It's time to clear the decks.
Julia has a bit of a tough time figuring out what's going on. She isn't quite sure what Ivo and Marcia's relationship is. Are they engaged? Will they marry? Julia can see that Marcia isn't in love...and she's pretty dang sure Ivo isn't either. Let's assume he isn't since he kisses Julia at nearly every opportunity, especially after a fight or quarrel, or well, like I said, pretty much anytime.
Julia goes for a walk one afternoon - it's a balmy December day in Holland. Hah! Not. Off she goes into the bike paths and nearly certain disaster. Yes, she gets lost, freezing rain is pouring down and she falls asleep. She wakens to Ivo swearing some beastly Dutch oaths and then pouring brandy down her throat. Of course she's fine - but she does have to endure prosy speeches from Marcia about the inadvisability of impetuous women who are lacking in intellectual powers not giving due deliberation to all the aspects of taking a walk in the country during this particular time of year.
Julia continues to be confused about what the future holds...for her, for Ivo, for Marcia. It's all a muddle. The one thing she's sure about is that she loves Ivo and Marcia doesn't. Despite that, Marcia continues to make a determined effort to keep Ivo away from Julia. Which just goes to show her spiteful nature, since Ivo isn't the one she wants. She wants Mijnheer de Winter in a bad way - badly enough to invite the mijnheer to a family Christmas Eve dinner against Ivo's wishes - without telling Ivo. Julia rushes into Jorina's room (in her bathrobe, hair streaming down her back) to tell Jorina so that she can rearrange seating - Ivo is there, sitting on the bed. Ivo tells her that she'd better get dressed...'If you need any help, I'd be delighted.' *snort*. After dinner entertainment consists of dancing to the 'CD player' (yeah, right...). Marcia does a slow foxtrot around the room and then has Julia spend the rest of the evening putting her to bed. Seems like that would be the end of Christmas Eve for her. Well, it isn't. Ivo made Julia promise to come back down after The Unresolved Issue has retired. He gives Julia his Christmas present to her...a pair of gold earrings with rubies in the center. Do I sense a little forshadowing of things to come?
It's Time for a Medical Emergency.
Not only have we been treated to The Unresolved Issue with polio, it now seems there is an outbreak requiring mass inoculations! Julia is recruited to help Ivo with the hordes of children that now need to be given shots - which gets her out of the house and away from Marcia. Marcia's down with gives her more opportunities to be alone with Mijnheer de Winter. Julia accidently sees them in a lip-lock. Marcia moans about how lonely and alone and forlorn and....Julia begs to differ...'that is a load of old trot!" The kid gloves come off and Julia speaks her mind. Words like 'harpy' and 'fraud' are bandied. Marcia tattles to Ivo about Julia's name-calling. Ivo confronts Julia:
Him: Um...I just had a conversation with Marcia. I think you know what it was about...
Her: So???
Him: Did you call her a fraud and a harpy?
Her: Yes.
Him: May I ask why?
Her (flippantly): No harm in asking.
Julia can more than hold her own in nearly any situation which is a good thing, because she's about to have it out one last time with Marcia. Ivo overhears...The Unresolved Issue is resolved, but while Ivo and Marcia are resolving, Julia packs up her troubles in her old kit bag and runs off to the bus stop enroute to England. It takes Ivo a little bit of time to catch up with her, because he makes a detour to pick up a few more GOLD RINGS...bringing the total to 4 - with an option on the 5th. Lovely closing scene where Ivo pleads for a quick wedding, 'please don't make me wait, Julia', some satisfying kisses. The End.
Verdict: Although a little uneven in the pacing (that could very well be due to my irratic reading (and writing) schedule this week), I really enjoyed this one. Marcia is one of my favorite villainessess - while not the most wicked, she does get quite a bit of page time. Julia, or as Ivo calls her, The Magnificant Miss Pennyfeather, is pretty delightful (even though she has way more patience with Marcia than is humanly possible). Queen of Puddings!
Fashion: Not a whole lot to work with here. Julia spends most of the book in her nurses uniform. She does have a deep rose wool dress and a brown wool dress, a Jaeger coat and skirt of pleasing turquoise and brown, a top-coat and a fur bonnet. Marcia declines to wear a jersey dress.
Food: While snowed in at Drumlochie House, Julia bakes bread, makes soup and omelettes, jacket potatoes and a baked rice pudding. Christmas Eve dinner consists of oyster soup, filet of beef Meurice, and gateau St. Honoré. Christmas dinner is roast turkey, chestnut stuffing, cranberry sauce and what Jorina describes as 'English vegetables culled from an old copy of Mrs. Beeton's cookery book.'


  1. Poor Betty Keira. But ooh ooh, are we going to get Betty in the Wild pix from the Everglades from Betty Debbie? I recall a discussion on one of the books that includes a New Year's Eve celebration in the Netherlands, where folks in England seem to be ringing out the old at the exact same time despite the one-hour difference in time zones between the two countries. A subject on which, I believe, Betty never touches.

    I like so much of this book, but am deeply irked but the repeated insistence that Marcia is smarter than a woman ought to be. Betty never makes that assertion elsewhere, does she? Maybe in All Else Confusion? In most of the books, she seems fairly willing to celebrate smart heroines. As she should; as should we all.

    1. Maybe she just harps on it because Marcia isn't the heroine. Betty wants her to be annoying and disliked, so makes it sound like the woman is a walking encyclopedia with no personality.

  2. Betty Daphne've got me going, I've GOT to find this one, it sounds wonderful! "Old trot, harpy" - wow!

    Hang in there, Betty Keira!

  3. Love the review!

    For some reason, I always thought July was much older.

    Is Julia as pretty as the girl in the pic? That is a gorgeous girl the artist drew.

    I do not see any problems of any BN hero falling quickly in love with her. She is very very pretty, plus, she knows how to bake bread! A winner!

    Betty Francesca

    1. Yes, Julia is as pretty as the girl on the cover. Her hair is longer.
      Julia swept her long black hair impatiently on one side the better to see him.
      Here is the passage describing her looks:
      Not that Julia looked in the least like a nanny—indeed, just the opposite, with her almost black hair and great brown eyes with their preposterously long lashes. Her mouth was a little large perhaps, but beautifully shaped and her nose was straight, with the merest hint of a tilt at its tip. She was well above average height, nicely rounded and refreshingly and completely natural. She was just twenty-two ...
      Betty Anonymous

  4. not July, Julie!


  5. I enjoy re-reading this book a lot. Oyster, did you think? – I did. No oyster. Thank you, Wikipedia.
    Oisterwijk [ˈoːstərˌʋɛik] O-stuhr-veyk audio
    uh = as the a in in a minute, or the e in cluster

    Oirschot Dutch pronunciation: [ˈoːrsχɔt] ] OR-sχot audio
    dialect: Orskot

    χ similar to ch in Bach or Loch

    Breda Dutch pronunciation: [bre.ˈdaː] bra-DAH audio

    Breukelen Dutch pronunciation: [ˈbrøːkələn] BRÖ-kuh-luhn audio

    Ö = as the eu in French feu (fire), Swedish ö, German long ö

    Dordrecht Dutch pronunciation: [ˈdɔr.drɛχt] DOOR-dreχt audio

    Eindhoven Dutch pronunciation: [ˈɛi̯nt.ˌɦoː.və(n)] EYNT-ho-vuh(n)
    audio: EYNT-ho-vuh
    audio: EYNT-ho-vuhn

    Roosendaal [ˈroː.zə(n).ˌdaːɫ] RO-zuh(n)-dahl audio

    's-Hertogenbosch Dutch pronunciation: [ˌsɛrtoːɣə(m)ˈbɔs] sair-to-ɣuh(m)-BOS audio

    ɣ similar to ch in Bach or Loch, voiced or unvoiced, depending on the speaker
    (literally "The Duke's Forest")

    Tilburg [ˈtɪlbʏr(ə)x] TIL-burχ audio

    Ivo EE-vo
    Jorina yo-REE-nah

  6. There is being intelligent and using it in a productive way, such as nursing and helping people. Then there is living your life as an annoying know-it-all, full of useless factoids, irritating everyone you know and not doing yourself or anyone else a bit of good.
    It's amazing to me that some people are so desperate to prove their intellectual superiority to everyone else that they are willing to alienate everyone they meet by constantly correcting what others say. Then when they are shunned by other people, and excluded from gatherings of family and/or colleagues, they tell themselves it must be because other people are jealous of them. It's usually caused by being educated beyond your intelligence. Man, the view is fabulous up here on my soapbox!

    B von S

  7. Hey, annoying know-it-all, full of useless factoids, constantly correcting what others say - er - write – that could be me! Ha ha!

    1. No, not you. My comment was a reply to Betty van den Betsy and Betty Caroline. Being a know-it-all is like being crazy, if you're worried that you might be crazy, you're not. Crazy people think everyone else is crazy. Know-it-alls think everyone else has a problem.

      I don't think BN was anti-intellectual when it came to women, I think she was anti-pompous windbag of either sex. I know whenever I see someone with an overinflated ego I immediately start looking for a way to deflate it. I call it "LPT" syndrome. Low Putz Tolerance.

      B von S

    2. Here I, annoying know-it-all, ha ha, go again. I thought a know-it-all was someone who always thinks they know everything better than everyone else so they always add their bit to any conversation.

  8. The day before yesterday, Google asked me to verify my account. Now every time I comment or someone replies to my comment I receive an email. I don't need this!!! Why???
    Betty Anonymous

    1. I unsubscribed just now. I never subscribed in the first place. Not knowingly anyway. Wonder how that happened.

  9. The other day, I copied all the "intelligent" passages.

    She has an extremely intelligent brain.' 'Has the polio affected her badly?' 'Luckily
    the damage is slight. It's a question of constant encouragement, that's why I
    thought a nurse, someone sensible and her own age, would give her the stimulus ...

    His father:
    She was in Holland on a short study tour—probably Ivo has already told you that
    she is a highly qualified teacher of marked intelligence. She and Ivo met at a
    reception in Tilburg,' he paused and looked at Julia from hooded eyes. 'They had ...

    And Julia, always a girl to accept a challenge, smiled back, ignoring Ivo and
    applying herself to her tea, while she listened to the intelligent questions Marcia
    was putting to Ivo. The girl was really very clever
    , but she wasn't, it seemed, to
    have it all her way.

    You are, I imagine, an impetuous young woman, lacking the intellectual powers
    of the more intelligent person
    , who would have given all the aspects of a walk in
    the country at this time of year the deliberation they deserve.'

    All the same—' she cast what Julia could only describe as a melting look at the doctor, 'I still have a number of attributes, I believe, and am not altogether wanting in intellect. Ivo will tell you of our conversations when we first met and of the letters I've written. I'm a good letter writer.' Julia said a trifle woodenly, 'That's an accomplishment these days.' She had never before met anyone so conceited and selfcomplacent; moreover, she suspected that Miss Jason, in other circumstances, would have been on her feet by now and struggling back to a normal way of living.

  10. Betty Food at a Betty Hotel: Brown’s Hotel, London

    He drove westward away from the city and presently turned into Dover Street and stopped outside Brown's Hotel. 'Is this it?' inquired Julia, a little taken aback. She didn't know much about London hotels, but she thought that this one was amongst the best of them in a quiet way. Certainly they were treated with an old-fashioned courtesy which she imagined no longer existed—probably, she reminded herself wryly, because she wasn't in the habit of frequenting such places. When they were seated the doctor said, 'I hope you're hungry—I am. I've had so much to do all day I didn't stop for a decent meal and I don't suppose you did either. Shall we have some sherry while we decide what to eat?'

    Excerpt from the menu at Brown’s Hotel (Feb/March 2013):

    Brown’s fish & chips £18.75
    Torbay Dover sole chargrilled or pan-fried £39.50
    Fish pie with a lettuce heart salad £19.75

    Cauliflower cheese £4.75
    Potatoes, Chips, mashed or steamed Aura £4.75
    Spinach creamed or steamed £4.50

    Sunday Roast rib of Hereford beef with Yorkshire pudding £28.50

    Steamed Carlton Farm rhubarb sponge with custard £6.50

    British farmhouse cheese board for one £10.50 for two £16.75
    Welsh rabbit £6.00

    Betty de Forgetful Food Lover Anonymous

    1. This had been hiding waaaaay out of sight inside my laptop for about a week.

  11. Hmmm...was Ivo's Father available!!!????

    I think I would go for Him!!!!


    Betty Francesca

  12. One of the things I love is that TGB is a proud booster of the best of British cars. Ivo has a Jenson Interceptor, which I'd never heard of. They have a website and are still producing cars. I didn't much care for the earlier models but the new drawings they're showing -- well, if I ever win the lottery ... see here

  13. Oirschot. Just now I let my mouse wander over the Revolver Maps (3D Version but Java disenabled, so it's a map) and what did I see? We had a visitor from Oirschot on March 15, 2013. Which reminds me, I once saw somebody from Voorhees (as in Casa van). Voorhees, New Jersey.