Finished The Hustler, by Walter Tevis. It was good. (It’s Friday, I’m short on sleep, and that’s about all the book review I got in me right now).
I’m fiddling with Riven Rock, by T. Coraghessan Boyle, but I think I’m going to give it up and do an interlibrary loan for the book I really wanted (Road to Wellville).
I read* Kushiel’s Dart* last week and didn’t expect to love it, but I did. Very impressed by Carey’s world-building. Doubly impressed by the fact that she worked sex scenes naturally into the plot, instead of bringing the story to a screeching halt every time she wanted some characters to get it on.
Picked up Jedediah Berry’s The Manual of Detection from the library. I’m not sure if it’s an allegory, an experiment in Kafka-esque surrealism, or if it just sucks.
Ah, you’re in for a treat. This has been a favorite of mine since high school. I even wrote the Wikipedia article a few weeks back when I noticed there wasn’t one: Arthur Rex - Wikipedia
I just finished The Gun Seller by Hugh Laurie. I laughed out loud a few times, as you would expect, but I didn’t think it was a gut-buster. Maybe I don’t read enough spy novels to get some of the references.
Next up is Sacred Games by Vikram Chandra, which I am anxious about. It’s about cops and criminals in modern Bombay(he uses this over Mumbai)which sounds interesting,but the unusual names and the length(900 pages+) have me worried. I used to do these epics all the time, but now it takes me a month sometimes to read a 300 pager.
I was at one of my favorite bookstores Monday and picked up some new reads there. I’ve already gone through Was Superman a Spy?: And Other Comic Book Legends Revealed by Brian Cronin and I’ve started Julian Comstock: A Story of 22nd-Century America by Robert Charles Wilson.
Just come back from a week’s holiday, where I managed to get some reading done:
The Modern World by Steph Swainston. Well-written fantasy. This turns out to be the third in the series, and some of what’s happening was a little bit confusing as I hadn’t read the others. I enjoyed piecing the story together, though. A good mix of politics, war, characterisation, and weird fantasy stuff. The main character is compelling.
The Eyre Affaire; Something’s Rotten and First Among Sequels by Jasper Fforde. All in a series. The first one is really good modern-day fantasy, interesting, quirky and just plain fun to read. The follow-ups are OK, but have lost some of the freshness of the first one. They still have lots of fun bits.
Just read A Lovecraft Retrospective: Artists Inspired by H.P. Lovecraft, preface by Stuart Gordon, foreword by Harlan Ellison (Centipede Press 2008), a massive, heavy, densely-illustrated book on weird art since the 1920s. A lot of it was and is crap, but some of it is very good indeed. I was especially impressed by the art of Virgil Finlay, Bruce Pennington and Michael Whelan; they’ve done some very creepy, effective, evocative stuff.
Still reading Raven: The Untold Story of the Rev. Jim Jones and His People. I’m up to d-day now and I have to say that I have not been able to put this book down since Friday night. I couldn’t sleep because I was too engrossed.
This is one of the better books I ever read. I recommend it very, very highly as an excellently researched and written piece of non-fiction. Absolutely fascinating how something like this can happen.
I’ve bookmarked the article that delphica mentions at the top of the page to read after I’m finished. I did glance at it and it doesn’t surprise me that that particular person died at Jonestown.
I remember when this happened and I remember seeing the photos of the bodies on the news. It left an indelible mark and this book is finally answering every question that I have had over the years.
It’s one of the books that I’m going to be very disappointed to finish!!
The Economist has been banned in Thailand four times this year so far, including just a couple of weeks ago. Always for articles on Thailand’s draconian lese-majeste laws. It was banned once late last year for a pair of very critical articles about He Who Must Not Be Named. I don’t think I’ve seen any kindles here yet, but it’s technology like this that will eventually make censorship obsolete.
Wow. I had completely forgotten about Sharon Amos in Georgetown . . .
and how she killed her young children, had her older daughter kill her and left the older daughter to kill herself. All by slitting of the throats. Damn. She actually put her own hand on her daughter’s to help her slit her own throat and then her daughter was left to slit her own throat.
The description of the shooting at the air strip was harrowing but even more so was the hours and hours they had to wait to be rescued afterward. I had no idea.
This book was fascinating all the way through and yet one still has a hard time understanding why this had to happen the way it did. All those lost children. Brutal.
Just finished Gloria Vanderbilt’s very short, very dumb erotic novel Obsession. Got it from the library because Entertainment Weekly praised it - I don’t know why. It sucked. Don’t waste your time.
Currently reading The Scavenger’s Manifesto, nonfiction by Anneli Rufus and Kristan Lawson. An interesting topic, but the tone of the writing makes me feel I’ve been cornered at a bus stop by some hippie fanatic. We’re not just garbage-picking, we’re saving our souls, man!