My love affair with this book goes back nearly twenty years and I’ve long since lost sight of precisely what it is that binds me to it. If you were to press me on the subject I’d probably say something vague and noncommittal about how much I love Cassandra’s narration and her witty portraits of her mad family. I might also mumble something about the fact that their dilapidated Suffolk castle provided a romantic fictional escape from my own teenage home on a dismal fenland council estate. In truth, however, I really have no idea why I have loved this book for so long. I just know that I have and that it makes it really hard to write an objective review now that I’ve just reread it. I suspect anything I write will sound either a bit too gushy or (worse?) just a bit stale. Instead, in lieu of my usual review style post, here are some of my favourite quotes from I Capture the Castle…
The opening scene contains some of my favourite descriptions but I particularly love this exchange between Cassandra, her desperate sister Rose and stepmother Topaz at the height of their genteel poverty:
“…It may interest you both to know that for some time now I’ve been considering selling myself. If necessary, I shall go on the streets.”
I told her she couldn’t go on the streets in the depths of Suffolk.
“But if Topaz will kindly lend me the fare to London and give me a few hints-”
Topaz said she had never been on the streets and rather regretted it, ‘because one must sink to the depths in order to rise to the heights,’ which is the kind of Topazism it requires much affection to tolerate.
It makes me think of this later comment:
“Topaz was wonderfully patient – but sometimes I wonder if it is not only patience but also a faint resemblance to cows…”
God bless Topaz.
Two profound truths that I couldn’t agree with more:
“I shouldn’t think even millionaires could eat anything nicer than new bread and real butter and honey for tea.”
“Rose doesn’t like the flat country but I always did – flat country seems to give the sky such a chance.”
I’m not lying when I say that I think of this passage almost every time I enter the eerie silence of a really old church:
I could hear rain still pouring from the gutters and a thin branch scraping against one of the windows; but the church seemed completely cut off from the restless day outside – just as I felt cut off from the church. I thought: I am a restlessness inside a stillness inside a restlessness.
That might be my favourite one of all I also love the slow evolution from this:
“I know all about the facts of life and I don’t think much of them.”
“No bathroom on earth will make up for marrying a bearded man you hate.”
“Only the margin left to write on now. I love you, I love you, I love you.”
Forgive the departure from my normal style – this just seemed the easiest way to approach this particular topic but my usual posts will resume very soon. I just read Tove Jannson’s Summer Book and adored it so there’ll be more in a day or two…