Margaret Kennedy Pořadí knih

Sommer 1947. Das an den Klippen Cornwalls malerisch gelegene Hotel Pendizack wird durch einen Felssturz verschüttet, und alle, die sich im Haus befanden, liegen unter den Trümmern begraben. Nur diejenigen, die sich zum Zeitpunkt des Unglücks zu einem Fest am Strand versammelt haben, sind verschont geblieben. Kann das Zufall sein? Eine Woche zuvor ist das heruntergekommene Hotel noch fast ohne Gäste. Nach und nach treffen Urlauber ein, unterschiedlichste Menschen, die sich ein einziges Badezimmer teilen müssen. Ein jeder von ihnen hat etwas zu verbergen. Freundschaften, Romanzen, Fehden, Feindschaften bahnen sich an. Alles gipfelt in der Feier am Strand – und in der Frage, wer daran teilgenommen hat, um wie durch ein Wunder der Tragödie zu entgehen.

'Most people knew in their hearts that the lid had been taken off hell, and that what had been done in Guernica would one day be done in London, Paris and Berlin.'Margaret Kennedy's prophetic words, written about the pre-war mood in Europe, give the tone of this riveting 1941 wartime memoir: it is Mrs Miniver with the gloves off. Her account, taken from her war diaries, conveys the tension, frustration and bewilderment of the progression of the war, and the terror of knowing that the worst is to come, but not yet knowing what the worst will be.English bravery, confusion, stubbornness and dark humour ('Nanny says that an Abbess is threatening to swallow the whole of Europe') provide the positive, more hopeful side of her experiences, in which she and her children move from Surrey to Cornwall, to sit out the war amidst a quietly efficient Home Guard and the most scandalous rumours. Where Stands A Wingèd Sentry (the title comes from a 17th-century poem by Henry Vaughan) was only published in the USA, and has never been published in the UK before.

This 'superb' (Elizabeth Bowen) rediscovered gem will make you nostalgic for 1940s seaside holidays: a Cornish hotel is mysteriously buried by a landslide, but what brought its eccentric guests together?

Avant-garde composer Albert Sanger lives in a ramshackle chalet in the Swiss Alps, surrounded by his 'Circus' of assorted children, admirers and a slatternly mistress. The family and their home life may be chaotic, but visitors fall into an enchantment, and the claims of respectable life or upbringing fall away.

The problem must lie, she thinks, in her marriage to Alec, and a neat, civilised divorce seems the perfect solution. But talk of divorce sparks interference from family and friends, and soon public opinion tears into the fragile fabric of family life and private desire.

Agatha is aware of an intensity, a powerful storm of emotion briefly awakened by a shortlived love affair with her cousin Gerald, that is entirely lacking from the successful marriage on which she is about to embark. Beautiful, young and carefully brought up, Agatha knows she is securing a perfect and luxurious future in marrying handsome John Clewer and becoming Mistress of Lyndon, and she soon becomes the perfect country house hostess. But when Gerald reappears and war in Europe disturbs the sheltered comfort of Lyndon forever, Agatha is once again haunted by the idea of a different life.