I have now scanned all of my small Penguin anniversary classic books into the App Book Buddy. I asked it to randomly select a book and it came up with:
Gooseberries by Frank Kafka. It is one of the 80 Little Black Classics. It is only 82 pages long and I finished it in one sitting. This is not the only thing I read this week but it is what I am going to be posting this week. If I have other books or information related to books I will pause and bring you that information. But let’s get on with the Gooseberries. What is it about?

The Penguin and I want to know why anyone would write a book about Gooseberries. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a gooseberry. I certainly haven’t tasted one but now I would like to. I must admit when shopping we tend to buy the same fruits and veg each time. I think I need to pick up something different once in awhile but let’s get on with it. (To Do: Find when gooseberries are in season and buy a couple.)
Gooseberries is one of Anton Chekhov’s most celebrated stories so I imagine some of you have read it already. It was published in 1898. That was four years after my grandparents on my mother’s side were born. I thought you’d find that as interesting as I do. Imagine being alive when Kafka was.
The information provided below has been researched from various reviews and online information and a bit from my own brain. After all we aren’t talking rocket science here. Many people just have better ways of saying things than I do at times..
The story is told by the main character Ivan Ivanich who while sheltering with a friend while on a walk at another friend’s home recounts the story of his younger brother Nikolai Ivanich to the two men.
Here is the story:
Nikolai becomes obsessed with a single dream: owning a small country estate where he can live as a gentleman and grow gooseberries. Imagine being obsessed with a fruit. Especially gooseberries.
To achieve this he lives miserably for years, saves every kopek, marries a wealthy widow for her money and eventually buys an estate.
Ivan decides to visit him and see what the situation is. He is shocked. Nikolai has become pompous, self satisfied, and blind to reality. The estate is shabby, the land poor, and the gooseberries are hard and sour. Yet Nikolai eats them with tears of joy, convinced they are delicious because they symbolise the fulfilment of his lifelong dream.
Watching his brother’s happiness’s Ivan feels deeply disturbed rather than pleased.
So what does it all mean?
- The danger of comfortable illusions
- The selfishness of private happiness
- Moral responsibility. ( I might add he treated his wife terribly and she eventually died having been deprived of anything worthwhile.)
- The gooseberries symbolise dreams fulfilled -but also the way people romanticise what they possess.
- The estate represents the illusion of success and social status.
- The rain at the beginning and end creates a reflective, melancholy atmosphere and reinforces the story’s contemplate mood.
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Such a country gentleman.
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Favourite quotation from the book0
When Ivan approached his brother’s house, this is what he saw:
“I went up to the house, and was met by a fat red dog that looked like a pig. It wanted to bark, but it was too lazy. The cook, a fat, barefooted woman, came out of the kitchen, and she too looked like a pig, and said that her master was resting after dinner. I went in to see my brother. He was sitting up in bed with a quilt over his legs; he had grown older, fatter, wrinkled, his cheeks, his nose, and his mouth all stuck out- he looked as though he might begin grunting into the quilt at any moment.”
I enjoyed this story. It was a pleasant evening with a cup of tea and a cat and a dog (Pickles and Peanny) on my lap and Ollie quietly snoring in his cozy dog bed nearby as the Tasmanian gale force winds tried to blow our house away.
Now onto regular life.
Today I might get the dogs over to a local beach that is 15 minutes away. Dogs are allowed on Nutgrove Beach in Tasmania during non Daylight Savings Time after 3 pm until the next morning. We’ll see if we get there.
I did get to a local garden store that has the best plants and trees and spent yesterday digging a hole and planting a beautiful little Japanese maple tree into the yard for my dear friend I lost a little over a week ago. It has been an extremely sad time but planting the tree made me happy and I will always remember her when I look at it. I might add I have two other big plants for two dear friends who passed away in previous years. Along side the bells hanging in our large Japanese maple tree for each pet that we have lost over the last 35 plus years our whole yard is now a peaceful place to be with beautiful memories. All plants in our yard are native except the maple trees and a birch tree. I only plant bushes, etc that attract birds and bees eventually. If they don’t attract them they don’t get to live in my yard. Tasmania seems to have a lot of English gardens with plants that our lovely native birds have not eaten from. Especially roses. Only one very old rose tree lives in our back yard and I only use that to cut a flower or two for the kitchen window.

Penguin approves of my friend’s Japanese maple tree. We had fun planting it and I know she would approve. She met the Penguin a couple of times.
Other News
*** I did go to a Fullers book award that other evening with a friend but I will write more about that later. I’m not sure many people would be interested except my Australian bookish friends. So I’ll do a short separate post on it and you can decide if it’s for you or not.
***Mr P is still overseas with family. Gets home the end of this week
*** I have my gym membership on hold so I can spend more time with my animals and my books and my journals. Lots of gentle activities.
****And _ I’ll sprinkle in a couple of photos.
Have a good week.











