I read the first eleven of Anthony Powell's twelve-volume sequence of novels 'A Dance to the Music of Time', and was engrossed. Deeply, hugely impressed and engrossed. And then found I'd lost my copy of the twelfth one, 'Hearing Secret Harmonies'. I ordered a copy on Amazon, from the UK to South Africa, and it duly arrived some three weeks later. Good clean second-hand copy (looks like new).
'Hearing Secret Harmonies' is a wonderful conclusion to this English mixture of Balzac and Proust. With a thematic focus on Jacobean drama and occultism, ageing, friendships and betrayals, death, the youth and sexual liberation, the early 1970s (the series begins in circa 1920). I felt after finishing it that I was forlorn, lost, bewildered, forced reluctantly to return to my diurnal world.
I have now ordered Hilary Spurling's companion to Powell's sequence.
As a new novelist myself ('Zebra Crossings, tales from the Shaman's Record' and 'The Zombie and the Moon, more tales from the Shaman's Record' - Jacana Media, Johannesburg and Cape Town, 2008, 2011) I felt that reading Powell taught me a lot about the reflective aspects of writing. Measured prose, slow incremental accumulation of an entire world, informed but unpretentious drawing on a whole wide range of allusions to music, fine art, and literature - and a haunting sense of time passing, memory, change, through two world wars and after. Powell's use A Question of Upbringing: Book 1 of A Dance to the Music of Timeof an anecdotal first-person narrator's voice is marvellously done.