On September 5, 1938, DeFoe Russet helps hang a new show at a tiny Nova Scotia museum. He doesn't even pay much attention to the eight new paintings from...... more
On September 5, 1938, DeFoe Russet helps hang a new show at a tiny Nova Scotia museum. He doesn't even pay much attention to the eight new paintings from Holland; he'll have time enough to take them in later on. After all, the buttoned-down 25-year-old is one of two people at Halifax's Glace Museum paid to watch out for the art, to stop people from getting too close to it. But DeFoe also knows that "as a guard you had emotions. You got to know paintings better than you got to know the people in your life. Speaking for myself." The other guard--and the man who raised him after his parents died in a zeppelin crash when he was nine--is his Uncle Edward. Edward is certainly not the steadiest fellow employee or familial influence. He devotes his nights to drinking, poker and charming women at the Lord Nelson--the hotel where both men live--and his days to hangovers, somnolence and generally harassing museum goers. DeFoe, at least, is a model employee. Yet his personal life cannot be quite so regulated and for the last two years he has been frustrated in his relationship with a caretaker at the local Jewish cemetery. He seems to expend most of his energy anticipating Imogen Linny's moods, assessing the power of her headaches and banging his head against her nocturnal mixed messages and philosophising. As the novel progresses, Imogen also grows increasingly obsessed with one of the newly arrived paintings, Jewess on a Street in Amsterdam. Soon, DeFoe puts his career in jeopardy for Imogen, stealing the picture for her--though this is only one of the mysteries at the heart of Howard Norman's strange and startling third novel, The Museum Guard. Through DeFoe's eyes, we too begin to understand the allure of the painting, in which a woman pushes a bicycle and holds a loaf of bread, the shop window behind her filled with toothbrushes. "The toothbrushes made me laugh. They quickly put me in a good mood," he recounts. "But then I looked close up at the Jewess's face; I was sunk from that mood in a second. Because it struck me as a face of desperate sadness. Those are my own words. I stood as close to the painting as I could without touching it. Me--a guard. I reached out then and touched the woman's face. And I did not flinch back my hand or warn myself." Howard Norman's protagonist would probably be able to pull himself back; this is a man who calms himself down by ironing endless white shirts. And he fully intends to keep the same job for the next 30 years. But those around him lack his instinct for order and seem to be pushing him toward the grand, self-destructive gesture. News of Hitler's advances on Europe also make him realise "how small Halifax had become." Imogen, too, feels her life a confinement, but her reaction is more extreme. She literally wills herself to become the woman in the painting. In one bizarre scene--and Norman has a knack for turning the extreme into the everyday--DeFoe finds her filling in for the usual museum guide. Speaking in an unconvincing Dutch accent and dressed as the Jewess, Imogen tells a group of increasingly puzzled women her version of events. "While he painted me, we fell in love. Just weeks before, with my parents' death, I had become estranged from my very soul. My marriage to Joop Heijman helped me to reconcile. And now you know my deepest secrets." Edward's assessment is as wry as ever, and spot-on: "Life in Halifax used to be so simple, didn't it, DeFoe?" As Imogen's identification grows, she is resolved to go to Amsterdam and "reunite" with the painter. Howard Norman writes with such persuasive oddity that it's no surprise when those closely allied to the Glace Museum find themselves moving this futile, intrusive, and dangerous plan along. The Museum Guard is an unsettling examination of a group of people (with very odd names) who let themselves get too close to art--and perhaps to life. -- Kerry Fried
Advantages: Decent microbrewed beers, easy to get to Disadvantages: Expensive (but Geneva is); not very special without the beers
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The Lord Nelson pub is situated on a pedestrianised square in the heart of Geneva, about five minutes walk from the Pont du Mont Blanc. It has lots of outdoor seating but it was raining heavily on the day we visited so we went inside; I would think imagine that in good weather it?s a great place to people watch.
The sign over the door proclaims "Brasserie du Molard...
Advantages: Cheep and great beer Disadvantages: Can get a little busy later on
...The Lord Nelson that i sometimes go to is in Urmston, Manchester. It is a lovely place and has a wonderful atmosphere. It is a Joseph Holts pub, and for those who have never had the chance to drink in a Joseph Holts pub, let me explain.
Joseph Holts is the best pint of bitter i have ever had, and ive drunk a few. Quite personally i think that the lager is awful, but then again i dont drink...
...we did find a place to stay for the night; The Lord Hill Hotel.
The Lord Hill Hotel is a hotel situated in the Shropshire town of Shrewsbury. The hotel is located within approximately fifteen minutes from the town centre.
Before visiting, I had heard of this hotel (and apparently it was very posh), although I had never actually been there. So, I was expecting a very posh hotel. I was really...