Haven't posted anything here since I set up the blog back in August. Early New year resolution to use this thing regularly!
Now, what's this reader's life been like these past few months? Highlights include discovering, with awe and wonder, the sheer delight of Raymond Chandler's Phillip Marlowe novels; being blown away by my first taste of William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying - I'd never appreciated til then just how flexible the novel form could be; and enjoying with satisfaction the deeply impressive debut of the hugely talented David Mitchell, Ghostwritten.
Least favourite of the recent bunch would definitely be The Outsider (L'Etranger) by Albert Camus, which I actively loathed while reading it. Good prose but hideous philosophy - didn't appeal to my sensibilities at all.
Finished my first Michael Chabon novel a few days ago, The Yiddish Policemen's Union. This was very entertaining, if a little esoteric. Chabon is quite the wordsmith: some delicious sentences, the best metaphors since, well, Chandler; and a great sense of humour. His Pulitzer Prize winning The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay is on the bookshelf at home - I look forward to cracking its formidably wide spine some time next year.
Right now am enveloped in the warm-duvet-on-a-cold-winter's-morning-like delights of Wodehouse's Leave It To Psmith. Effortlessly funny and a great way to distract myself on the way to work on the bus which habitually has broken heaters.
Christmas approaches but I'll be back in January.
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