I’ve not read Jeanette Winterson’s writing before this lovely and imaginative collection of short stories and personal essays. How delightful it was to sit and get lost in a story or two each night before turning out the lights! All of the short stories had a magical quality to them – a tone that seems quite fitting at Christmastime. Several were nothing short of haunting ghost stories. You may say to yourself ‘how is this Christmassy?', until you stop and consider Charles Dickens’ masterpiece. Not that any of these stories could individually be compared to the brilliance of A Christmas Carol… but what can?! Still, I rather enjoyed them. There were a couple of stories that really didn’t capture my attention, but that was to be expected.
My favorite short stories were those about a snowperson come to life and restoring hope for a young girl and her mother (‘The Snowmama’); a nativity story told from the point of view of a very special animal (‘The Lion, the Unicorn and Me’); and a touching story about the bereavement of a loved one at Christmastime (‘The Glow-Heart’). One story, simply titled ‘A Ghost Story’, immediately transported me to Switzerland where I became completely immersed in this eerie tale. "The room was slowly petrifying. Whitening. The warm tones of polished wood had bleached, like a bone in the sun, like a body left on a mountainside. The fire had gone out, its ash a mountain of its own, grey and useless. The curtains looked like sheets of ice framing the frosted window."
What I appreciated most in this book, however, were Winterson’s personal essays. They included interesting historical snippets about Christmas and its rituals and traditions, reminiscences of family and friends, and engaging ruminations about the holiday season. I loved reading about the people she spent time with during various Christmases and New Years including Ruth Rendell, Kathy Acker, and her spouse, Susie Orbach. Each of the essays finished with a recipe. I think Winterson gets it quite right when she says: "Cooking at home is not an Olympic sport. Cooking is an everyday ordinary miracle." I need to keep this in mind every year when I drag out the cookbooks and laptop for far more recipes than is necessary. Her reflections about the last Christmas she spent with her dad were heartwarming. Her recipe and advice regarding ‘Dad’s Sherry Trifle’ made me laugh: "But one day you may find yourself with some old cake, a tin of custard, a tin of fruit cocktail, a few cubes of jelly, some sweet sherry and a bit of cream – or maybe even a tin of condensed milk if you are camping. These things happen. And you will know what to do." Better yet were her gentle words of wisdom imparted to us: "I have learned, painfully, over the years that the things I regret in my life are not errors of judgment but failures of feeling. So I am glad of that last Christmas with my dad – not because it rewrote the past, but because it rewrote our ending."
For me, this was a perfect introduction to this author’s work. I’m not sure how many of these stories I will specifically recall next year, but what will stand out most in my mind include the beautiful prose as well as the spirit and generosity of Jeanette Winterson and her love for Christmas, family and friends. I’ll certainly be interested to read more of her work now I’ve had a taste of what she has to offer.
"We remember so much of the bad stuff and we are so careless with the good stuff. Remember the year for what it brought. Even if there was precious little, that little is precious."