My mum seems to have become obsessed with Tove Jansson and all of her writings. Unlike most writers, she seems to have actually led a good wholesome life and all who knew her loved her. Which leads me to ask two questions.
Where do I start with her? The Moomins or her grown up stuff? Never read a word of hers.
Also, who else is that well-loved as a writer? Many great (male) writers are almost celebrated for being bastards.
Just started Laidlaw by William McIlvanney.
Also dipping into Ring Around the Bases, Complete Short Story Collection by Ring Lardner.
Me too! Well started it a couple of days ago and now half way through. Really, really enjoying itJust started Laidlaw by William McIlvanney.
Also dipping into Ring Around the Bases, Complete Short Story Collection by Ring Lardner.
Just finished Gillian Smith's Gone Girl, a thriller 'that everyone's talking about' - not anyone I know!
Patricia Highsmith does it better.
one of the best books ever written.The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay, by Michael Shabon. Only one chapter in so far, but it's well-written.
Must be why I got two copies for Christmas.one of the best books ever written.
Have you read Tales Of Misogyny? Nasty shit but brilliantEveryone goes on about the Ripley novels but IMO the best thing Highsmith did was Edith's Diary. Love that book, me.
Stoner - John Williams.
I had to abandon this at the 20% mark. I just found it so dull, perhaps that's the point.
It's only the second book i have abandoned since i started reading again, the other book being Morrissey - Autobiography.
I am half way through My Struggle vol. 1 by Karl Ove Knausgaard. When I started it, I thought it was a memoir about the struggles, relationships and infatuations of a young man. But, my goodness, it’s about so much more. Now that I am about to finish vol. 1, I can’t help thinking that maybe it’s about how we interpret memories, how we store them, how smells and sounds trigger memories and emotions. Or maybe it’s about how we construct memories, or how we think about things we think we remember, or how we choose to recount memories.
The funny thing is that Knausgaard does not tell you anything particularly shocking about his life, he also has a peculiar style (maybe it’s the Scandinavian style I am unfamiliar with), he digresses a bit, and he clearly could not have remembered everything he wrote about. But that’s ok because it’s a fascinating account of human existence and bewilderment with life in general. I've never read anything like it, it’s incredible.
Also, well done to Don Bartlett who translated the book.
Stoner - John Williams.
I had to abandon this at the 20% mark. I just found it so dull, perhaps that's the point.
It's only the second book i have abandoned since i started reading again, the other book being Morrissey - Autobiography.
The Trial, Frans Kafka.
Roots by Alex Haley
I was about ten when it was on TV and I didn't see it.
It's not a bundle of laughs
Good book thoughRoots by Alex Haley
I was about ten when it was on TV and I didn't see it.
It's not a bundle of laughs