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The Pulse Glass by Gillian Tindall

The Pulse Glass: And the beat of other hearts

Gillian Tindall

4.17 out of 5

3 reviews

Imprint: Chatto & Windus
Publisher: Vintage Publishing
Publication date: 24 Oct 2019
ISBN: 9781784742997

A personal and global history in objects, Gillian Tindall traces the memories and meanings that accrue to the artefacts of human lives through time.

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5 stars out of 5
Anthony Quinn
10 Dec 2019

"an excellent suite of essays on transience and remembrance"

Gillian Tindall is a high-minded Autolycus, devoted not merely to snapping up the “unconsidered trifles” of past lives but holding them to the light to glean the stories they might conceal. “Most objects, like all people, disappear in the end,” she writes at the start of The Pulse Glass, an excellent suite of essays on transience and remembrance. And yet not everything crumbles to dust; some bits and pieces defy the odds by surviving, and it is Tindall’s delight – albeit of a measured and low-key sort – to describe their escape from “the quiet darkness of forgetting”... Tindall has written, inter alia, a very good book about Kentish Town in north London (The Fields Beneath) and a brilliant one about George Gissing (The Born Exile), but I don’t think she has ever written as personally as she does here. “Personally” is a relative term, though, because one hears an austerity in her voice that repels any inclination to make friends with it. Beneath her historian’s fierce curiosity lies an obsessive, near-devotional spirit that puts the reader on guard – in another life she might have been an antiques dealer, or possibly a nun.

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4 stars out of 5
1 Nov 2019

"a family memoir encompassing tragedy and devotion, resentment and grief, misunderstanding, empathy and love, as all family histories do"

The Pulse Glass is full of such reflections, sparked by various events in Tindall’s family history. It’s an elegant book, thoughtful and cool-headed, at once expansive and precise – a pebble thrown into the pool of the past, from which ripples extend continually outwards. 

3 stars out of 5
25 Oct 2019

"Tindall is a fine historian, and writes with a wryness of everyday human foibles"

The result is a rather uneasy mixture of an oblique memoir and general musing on the transience of all things. Tindall is a fine historian, and writes with a wryness of everyday human foibles. I wanted more of her, and her eccentricities; more of the reasons why she keeps reams of old paper, more descriptions of why she has lived in the same house for half a century and more of her memories of her mother, her brother, and how their deaths affected her... It is a shame that in this book she mostly keeps herself in the shadows, hidden from view.