I have good memories of A City of Bells (1936) and The Dean's Watch (1960) in particular,
Of those I've read, those are the two that have stood up the most for me as well. I think there are still a couple I haven't actually read though.
The Child from the Sea (1970) features technically an ancestor of mine in a position of extreme romantic angst that in real life was a lot more casually poly—I was able to read some of the relevant letters in grad school—which makes it impossible for me to regard the book as anything other than crackfic, but its author loved it.
I had a copy of this for a long time, but I never read it because of being ill and eventually gave it up because I despaired of ever having brain. I probably do, just, now, but OTOH it was tiny writing in that copy, so I may have been correct. But ahahaha, how strange and cool. And cracky, indeed.
But if you ever see a copy of The Valley of Song in a charity shop, pounce.
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Of those I've read, those are the two that have stood up the most for me as well. I think there are still a couple I haven't actually read though.
The Child from the Sea (1970) features technically an ancestor of mine in a position of extreme romantic angst that in real life was a lot more casually poly—I was able to read some of the relevant letters in grad school—which makes it impossible for me to regard the book as anything other than crackfic, but its author loved it.
I had a copy of this for a long time, but I never read it because of being ill and eventually gave it up because I despaired of ever having brain. I probably do, just, now, but OTOH it was tiny writing in that copy, so I may have been correct. But ahahaha, how strange and cool. And cracky, indeed.
But if you ever see a copy of The Valley of Song in a charity shop, pounce.
I will!