Book Room
NOTE: A Laptop/PC/monitor screen will give the best browsing experience for the Book Room, so do view from your main computer/laptop where possible!
If I had my way, every home would have a book corner or a book room - whether a Little Book Room as inspired by Eleanor Farjeon or a large space with wall-to-wall shelving and a library ladder (we can always dream...); or perhaps, simply - especially on a shoestring budget - a humble alcove, understairs space, or even just a special bookcase filled with beloved tomes old and new. Of course the collection is never complete, and can be continually added to. Here, bookish piles on the floor are allowed within reason - but never irreverently!
On this page you will find inspiring photos of some of the many book-filled spaces at Blackbirds, our 1970s home, along with excerpts from my recently released book of poetry, The Memory of Walls, and teasers from the forthcoming tome, the much-awaited Mid-Century Modern on a Shoestring, some four years in the writing, now awaiting publication. Some have grappled to grasp the concept of combining interiors with non-fiction narrative and even - God forbid - poetry: but these things come naturally to me and if you have not yet dipped a toe in the water, I'd like to win you over. I know that some amongst you even recoil from poetry, and frankly, I don't blame you: I have seen what it out there and have written my own despairing critique of the worst of the contemporary offerings (see my poem They Claim to write Poetry); but good poetry stirs the soul, and becomes a vital part of the civilized human experience in a way that is similar to music. Take another look!
The snippets and extracts you will find here demonstrate and demystify a little of what my work has to offer, and provide examples of the mid-century modern interior as a style of living which can - and should - be highly individual, not just a bland copy of a mainstream trend, for it is critical that the home should be a meaningful and authentic environment.
So step through the front door of Blackbirds and after enjoying a smidgen of excerpts and bookish photos, glimpse a preview of my main work, Mid-Century Modern on a Shoestring, where a semi-autobiographical non-fiction narrative meets interior design. I have included an extract from the book to convey the ethos which pervades my work and which helps shape my interior designs. I hope that it will help you to create your own meaningful space too; for whether mid-century modern or otherwise, the principle remains universal.
Welcome to my Book Room: settle yourself down in a comfortable chair with a cup of tea, hot chocolate, ginger beer, or even a glass of wine, according to whim or weather, relax and browse!
NOTE: A Laptop/PC/monitor screen will give the best browsing experience for the Book Room, so do view from your main computer/laptop where possible!
If I had my way, every home would have a book corner or a book room - whether a Little Book Room as inspired by Eleanor Farjeon or a large space with wall-to-wall shelving and a library ladder (we can always dream...); or perhaps, simply - especially on a shoestring budget - a humble alcove, understairs space, or even just a special bookcase filled with beloved tomes old and new. Of course the collection is never complete, and can be continually added to. Here, bookish piles on the floor are allowed within reason - but never irreverently!
On this page you will find inspiring photos of some of the many book-filled spaces at Blackbirds, our 1970s home, along with excerpts from my recently released book of poetry, The Memory of Walls, and teasers from the forthcoming tome, the much-awaited Mid-Century Modern on a Shoestring, some four years in the writing, now awaiting publication. Some have grappled to grasp the concept of combining interiors with non-fiction narrative and even - God forbid - poetry: but these things come naturally to me and if you have not yet dipped a toe in the water, I'd like to win you over. I know that some amongst you even recoil from poetry, and frankly, I don't blame you: I have seen what it out there and have written my own despairing critique of the worst of the contemporary offerings (see my poem They Claim to write Poetry); but good poetry stirs the soul, and becomes a vital part of the civilized human experience in a way that is similar to music. Take another look!
The snippets and extracts you will find here demonstrate and demystify a little of what my work has to offer, and provide examples of the mid-century modern interior as a style of living which can - and should - be highly individual, not just a bland copy of a mainstream trend, for it is critical that the home should be a meaningful and authentic environment.
So step through the front door of Blackbirds and after enjoying a smidgen of excerpts and bookish photos, glimpse a preview of my main work, Mid-Century Modern on a Shoestring, where a semi-autobiographical non-fiction narrative meets interior design. I have included an extract from the book to convey the ethos which pervades my work and which helps shape my interior designs. I hope that it will help you to create your own meaningful space too; for whether mid-century modern or otherwise, the principle remains universal.
Welcome to my Book Room: settle yourself down in a comfortable chair with a cup of tea, hot chocolate, ginger beer, or even a glass of wine, according to whim or weather, relax and browse!

This 'Book Room' corner of the End Room, is also my interior base for writing. The 1970s desk was bought from a neighbour for £10 and the Texas Instruments calculator (still working) with red LED was my school calculator.
The bookshelves ('pocket' strings) are from Nordic Nest, and comprise a nice mix of old and new books along with some fabulous Observer Books which look best, in my opinion, without their jackets on. The mid-century paperbacks above my desk always cause my heart to swell with nostalgia, the very sight of them taking my mind right back to my childhood and early teen years.
The etchings are by local artist, Roger St Barbe, and remind me of the sea view we have here at Blackbirds even when I'm not directly looking at it. The spotlight is new from Ikea, but gives an authentic mid-century modern vibe, as does the polypropylene 'Robin Day' chair from John Lewis - which was a bargain £59 a couple of years ago.
At this very desk, I completed my manuscript for Mid-Century Modern on a Shoestring (awaiting publication) along with my recently-released title, The Memory of Walls, my first collection of poems. Here too, I am working on my second collection, Beyond the Pale. Poetry was my first love, and is providing escapism whilst I go through the rather stressful process of submitting proposals to literary agents.
The bookshelves ('pocket' strings) are from Nordic Nest, and comprise a nice mix of old and new books along with some fabulous Observer Books which look best, in my opinion, without their jackets on. The mid-century paperbacks above my desk always cause my heart to swell with nostalgia, the very sight of them taking my mind right back to my childhood and early teen years.
The etchings are by local artist, Roger St Barbe, and remind me of the sea view we have here at Blackbirds even when I'm not directly looking at it. The spotlight is new from Ikea, but gives an authentic mid-century modern vibe, as does the polypropylene 'Robin Day' chair from John Lewis - which was a bargain £59 a couple of years ago.
At this very desk, I completed my manuscript for Mid-Century Modern on a Shoestring (awaiting publication) along with my recently-released title, The Memory of Walls, my first collection of poems. Here too, I am working on my second collection, Beyond the Pale. Poetry was my first love, and is providing escapism whilst I go through the rather stressful process of submitting proposals to literary agents.
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But the heart swells In spite of itself, And remembers: Here we ate, And here we sat; In this wall Was a serving hatch. I still hear the clatter Of cutlery and plates; The door slamming Where the draught came in; The front room fireplace With coal-black stains... Excerpt, The Memory of Walls © Jana Synková |
Here have taken
Centre stage Our finest wares: Never more heartily shared Than at the table Where bread is broken; Friendship cemented; Absent loved ones, Lamented; At which family heirlooms And one's best china Have rubbed shoulders With humbler elements: Serving spoons Which were a wedding present And gilt-edged porcelain From Bohemia, Both, have blithely lain Alongside napkins of faded linen Included for nostalgia And the last forks in the collection Kept through fond recollection. Excerpt from Dining Room Table, from The Memory of Walls © Jana Synková |
Fascinated by the concept of nostalgia and personally invested in its importance, it is central to how I have refurbished Blackbirds and to my outlook on life; it is perhaps the most important message I wished to share in this book. For my fellow mid-centurians, this work, in its focus on the mid-century and its influence, is peppered with nostalgic triggers in photographic form: the love of mid-century themes, objects and décor is strongly reinforced for this generation, due to associations with childhood and because things like these were a very real part of their life journey. Thus a mid-century classic, the serving hatch is more than just a serving hatch: it is a symbol of home life for many who grew up in the 50s, 60s, and 70s; it is the memory of food being passed to children; it is a parent passing the plates through. That mid-century, retro and vintage are, by some lucky stroke fashionable again, is the icing on the cake for this generation. It is a door back to a lost childhood, or to parents who may no longer be present; for Citizen Kane, it is Rosebud. In Mid-Century Modern on a Shoestring, rather than priceless collectors’ pieces, I show how it is the simplest things which clutch at the heartstrings: some will be very personal to the individual: in my case, the musical jewellery box given to me by my father in which the ballerina still twirls when the box is opened; other objects will be familiar to the majority of those who grew up during that era: the Texas Instruments calculator many of us had at secondary school; the Puffin paperbacks with 70s cover illustrations; a game of Mastermind… The exclamations of “I remember that!” or “I had one of those!” or again, “that takes me right back!” is something I hear time and again from those visiting my 1970s house or who see pictures of it: the warmth exuding from the expressions is priceless and affirming. Something as seemingly mundane as a magnetic soap holder can do it; a familiar book-cover can warm the cockles of the heart; an avocado bathroom is overwhelming. It is powerful stuff. |

We had
So many frontiers
To cross,
And the sea
From England,
So far off;
But we came -
All squashed
Into the estate car,
Every gap filled,
And siblings’ elbows in ribs
And corners of packaging
Rubbing against legs;
And all the presents
We were bringing;
And the small blue suitcase
Into which I
Put my things.
Excerpt, The Memory of Walls, from the poem, Babiĉka, © Jana Synková

From my rear window
The land rises
Into the hillside,
Wherein lies
A raised bed
Of shrubs and flowers
Level with my head,
Filled with peonies
And hortensia and old rose.
Here, I can observe freely
The garden birds,
Feet first
As they come and go...
Excerpt, The Memory of Walls,
from the poem, Birds in my Garden,
© Jana Synková

Bring down the box of memories
Filled with much loved things
From all our Christmas happenings:
Angels and baubles
And icicles to dangle
From outstretched branches;
Fairy lights in a tangle;
Decorations made at school
From glitter and loo roll -
These best of all.
Christmas is coming!
Chill winds are blowing
Snow is snowing.
The years, they are going…
Excerpt, The Memory of Walls,
from the poem, Christmas is Coming,
© Jana Synková
If love were a dog, It would be a border collie, Loyal to a fault and true. It would come bounding Fetching, tail-wagging, jolly, Its beloved ever in view. If love were a dog, It would be this black and white beast, Who with a soulful eye, Would know when to sit quietly And share one’s grief, And when not to probe or pry. Excerpt from If Love Were a Dog, in memory of our childhood border collie, Ponto (The Memory of Walls) © Jana Synková |

For the mid-centurians amongst us, nothing is more likely to fill us with nostalgia than the sight of the Puffin paperback in all its unassuming beauty, taking us straight back to our childhood and early teen years,
The iconic, instantly recognizable covers from the 50s through to the 70s were collected, borrowed, devoured and treasured, and were, for so many, an inseparable part of childhood.
Here are just a few of those still gracing shelves, bookcases and tables here at Blackbirds : the covers are at once stunningly illustrated and enormously evocative.
Which are your favourites? - or has this photograph inspired you to seek them out or start collecting all over again...?
The iconic, instantly recognizable covers from the 50s through to the 70s were collected, borrowed, devoured and treasured, and were, for so many, an inseparable part of childhood.
Here are just a few of those still gracing shelves, bookcases and tables here at Blackbirds : the covers are at once stunningly illustrated and enormously evocative.
Which are your favourites? - or has this photograph inspired you to seek them out or start collecting all over again...?
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Left: A water colour painting by @grace_illuminates, inspired by Pauline Baynes' front-cover illustration for the Puffin paperback edition pf C. S. Lewis's 'The Lion, the Witch & the Wardrobe' , in 1959. Pictured on the mossy, daisy-sprinkled lawn at Blackbirds.
Above: Books are one of the most budget ways of adding interest to a room and can enhance its entire ambience. Here, the enthralling cover of the Puffin paperback Moonfleet, by John Faulkner, conjures up tempestuous seas and shipwrecks by its very presence, but somehow makes one feel all the more cosily ensconced at home; the salty evokings lap at the very edge of the imagination, tempered by the comforting glow of the candle. Watch this space for more Puffin Book features! |
COLMER’S HILL There stands The lonely hill, Seen from afar By the traveller On this stretch Of the coast road. A giant, By no means, Yet so it seems: Head peeping up Above its neighbours, With distinctive Flat-cap, And top-knot Of pine trees; And outfits Changing with The seasons. In Autumn Its shoulders, Cloaked in bracken, Turn to amber; While Winter’s Scattering Of snow Tucks about its chin A coat of ermine. In Spring, Bluebells of violet Adorn Its shapely form; And Summer Bestows Upon its meadows Verdant folds Of velvet. |
Perhaps, someday, Instead of Passing through, I’ll climb That lonely hill, At Symondsbury And see The fabled view A certain Viking Took a liking to, Adding his name To local Etymology. Until then, I can only imagine The brilliance Of shining sea And the lush Of green, And scattering Of farms, And dots of sheep And dips of valleys, And ribbons Of streams; And the vista Unspoilt still - In many ways Little changed Since Viking days - Of this corner Of Dorset, Old as the hills. Beyond the Pale, Collection not yet released © Jana Synková 2021 |