A review by pinknantucket
Conference At Cold Comfort Farm by Stella Gibbons
2.0
Well. Don't read it unless you've read Cold Comfort Farm first, otherwise it will probably make absolutely no sense at all. It's set about 15 years after CCF, with our heroine Flora returning to the farm (at the invitation of Mr Mybug who, along with members of the Managerial Revolutionary Party, has organised a conference of cutting-edge and largely odious poets, scientists and performance artists ) as she senses All Is Not Well. And, as in the first, she proceeds to fix things.
There are many funny things in it, but it all happens too quickly, without enough space or sense in between, to really be able to enjoy it. It's meant to be ridiculous, but it's TOO ridiculous, so it just ends up kind of perplexing. And there's nothing nasty in the woodshed, even. Not unpleasant - especially for a fan of the original - but not required reading by any means.
My copy: I stumbled across it amongst my shelves. It is a very plain hardback published in 1949. (It may have once had a gaudy dustjacket, I suppose). At first I thought I must have snaffled it from my grandparents' books, but the name written on the flyleaf is of no relation to me, plus "2.00" is written next door in pencil. So I'm guessing a second hand bookshop find, then promptly forgotten.
There are many funny things in it, but it all happens too quickly, without enough space or sense in between, to really be able to enjoy it. It's meant to be ridiculous, but it's TOO ridiculous, so it just ends up kind of perplexing. And there's nothing nasty in the woodshed, even. Not unpleasant - especially for a fan of the original - but not required reading by any means.
My copy: I stumbled across it amongst my shelves. It is a very plain hardback published in 1949. (It may have once had a gaudy dustjacket, I suppose). At first I thought I must have snaffled it from my grandparents' books, but the name written on the flyleaf is of no relation to me, plus "2.00" is written next door in pencil. So I'm guessing a second hand bookshop find, then promptly forgotten.