Miss Read: Winter in Thrush Green
Comfort reading? Perhaps, but there is nothing wrong with that. Miss Read revisits Thrush Green for the first time in this novel from 1961. Some wonderful lines but not as much of the barbed sentiment of her previous work. (***)
J M Coetzee: The Childhood of Jesus
When this isn't being allegorical it is being philosophical. Neither approach really goes anywhere. (***)
Marc Leverton: Glastonbury Festival Myths and Legends
Fun little pocket book with snippets of stories from across the many years of the festival. To be honest, it could have all been covered in a magazine article but might be a nice memento of your visit. (***)
Miss Read: Fresh from the Country
A standalone novel, outside her two main series, about a young teacher's first job in a big school in a large town. Good story, lots of great characters. Surprised she didn't follow this up with any more. A shame. (****)
Brian Aldiss: Frankenstein Unbound
A somewhat bonkers sequel which is hugely more entertaining than the original. (****)
Mary Shelley: Frankenstein
God, what a disappointment. Plot holes the monster could walk through without having to bend down. Ridiculous. (**)
Will le Fleming: Central Reservation
A remarkably measured and accomplished debut. A story about loss, families, survival and that awkward transition into adulthood. A writer to watch. (****)
Kerry Hudson: Tony Hogan Bought Me an Ice-cream Float Before He Stole My Ma
Best first line I've read this year: 'Get out, you cunting, shitting, little fucking fucker!' were the first words I ever heard. And the rest of it is just as good. (****)
Jen Campbell: More Weird Things Customers Say in Bookshops
It arrived in the mail, I opened it up to dip in, next thing I knew I had finished the whole thing. (****)
Peter F. Hamilton: Misspent Youth
What a science fiction novel would be like if written by Judith Krantz. Utterly ridiculous but actually quite good fun. (***)
Miss Read: Thrush Green
Part of my Reading Miss Read challenge. The first in a parallel series to the Fairacre books and of an equally high standard. Looking forward to finding out what happens next. (****)
Miss Read: Storm in the Village
Latest instalment in my quest to read all the Miss Read books this year. This one moved away from the school setting somewhat and focused more on goings on in the village. A bit more gossipy and less social commentary as a result. Enjoyable comfort reading. (***)
Angela S. Choi: Hello Kitty Must Die
A novel about traditional Chinese families in modern America with a bit of hymen reconstruction surgery and serial killing thrown in for good measure. (****)
Carlene Bauer: Frances and Bernard
An epistolary novel based on the friendship between Robert Lowell and Flannery O'Connor. I picked it up and found it hard to put back down again. Polished it off in three short sittings. Excellent stuff. (****)
Jeremy Paxman: The Political Animal: An Anatomy
Genuinely enlightening study of politicians in the this country. Why they do it, what makes them tick, what their jobs entail and what happens when they are booted out. (****)
Richard Cowper: A Dream of Kinship
Second in an almost forgotten fantasy trilogy. Not quite as good as the first but still a cracking tale. Looking forward to the final part. (****)
Gilbert Adair: The Death of the Author
A murder mystery which doubles up as a satire on the world of literary criticism. A niche market, perhaps, but I really enjoyed this. (****)
Fiona Maddocks: Hildegard of Bingen
Fascinating biography of a 12th Century abbess who is recognised as one of the first composers as well as being a visionary, naturalist and feminist. (****)
Miss Read: Village Diary
Book two in my reading challenge and every bit as entertaining as the first. (****)
JMR Higgs: KLF: Chaos Magic Music Money
Witty, thought-provoking, jaw-dropping at times, this is one of the best books about the music industry you will ever read. (****)
Jennifer Egan: A Visit From the Goon Squad
I had no idea what to expect when I started reading this, I didn't even know what it was about, but was most pleasantly surprised. An original piece of storytelling which never forgets it is trying to tell a story. (****)
Miss Read: Village School
A year in the life of a fictional village school during the 1950s. A much misunderstood modern classic and a fascinating slice of social history. (****)
Stephan Mendel-Enk: Oh Sweden! Oh Israel!
One of the most accessible Jewish novels (for me as a non-Jewish reader) that I have come across. A quirky family story. Very short. Not amazing but some impressive stuff in there. Thought the £12.99 RRP for a book coming in at under 150 pages was a bit steep. (***)
Apostolos Doxiadis: Logicomix: An Epic Search for Truth
A graphic novel about Bertrand Russell. I shit you not. And it is proper fascinating and everything. (****)
Guy Delisle: Burma Chronicles
An account of a year the author spent living in Burma told in comic book form. Genuinely interesting and engaging if not particularly earth shattering but well worth a read if you want to find out a bit about the country and its people. (****)
Junichiro Tanizaki: Some Prefer Nettles
A somewhat restrained novel about the breakdown of a marriage in 1920s Japan. Offers considerable insight into Japanese society at the time. (***)
Kent Haruf: Benediction
A quiet masterpiece. (*****)
Alison Moore: The Lighthouse
Simple, unpretentious prose. Beautifully observed. Slightly off-kilter story. Really rather splendid. (****)
Brian Aldiss: Bury My Heart At W. H. Smith's
A memoir, of sorts. A glimpse at a writer's life. Full of great anecdotes and shameless namedropping. (****)
Brian Aldiss: The Brightfount Diaries
The diary of a fictional bookseller. Brian's first published book started out as a series of columns in The Bookseller magazine in the 1950s and is a delightfully amusing portrait of bookselling in the middle of the last century, much of which hasn't really changed a great deal. (****)
I couldn't agree more. If I know the ending then I won't bother reading the book. It isn't that everything before the ending is unimportant but I do like to be surprised when I get there.
Posted by: DJ Kirkby | February 07, 2009 at 09:28 AM
This is my pet hate as well, but I get over being insulted by the publishers - who, nine times out of ten, feel the need to tell you about the writing style, what influenced it, everything you're about to read and what it means - by skipping all introductions. I never read them now. Or the introduction on the introduction on the subject of the person writing the introduction and how qualified he or she is. And they say the first page is crucial in snaring the reader!
Posted by: Gary Davison | February 07, 2009 at 10:48 AM
I have noticed now that many new editions of 'classics' do contain a spoiler warning.
You should expand this series out into bizarre things readers do.
I ahve had two partners now who both read the final page before starting teh book - why? My wife will skp ahead to check if a character is still alive! Both of these behaviours strike me as madness and in direct contravention of the sacred code of readers!
Posted by: Dan | February 07, 2009 at 01:39 PM
I always read the "Introduction" after I have read the book. They never make a lot of sense in the abstract and I find I get a lot more out of them (and the book) if I read them afterwards.
Posted by: JEN | February 08, 2009 at 06:18 PM
Something that niggles me is when lengths are gone to in order to try and hide the fact that the book is a translation. I vaguely remember reading a book where the only hint was a translation credit on the copyright page.
It should be mandatory that the cover should proudly proclaim 'Translated from the [language] by [translator]'. I don't know, for example, if my copy of Yuri Rytkheu's 'A Dream In Polar Fog' was translated from Russian or his native Chukchi.
Posted by: Stewart | February 10, 2009 at 08:38 PM
One of my pet peeves is the author's photograph on back cover or flap. I wonder why that is important at all. The author has written a book and that is all there is to it. Does it matter how he or she looks? A related peeve is the modern disease of book reading. I hate it when something as solitary as writing and reading is turned into a performance art.
Posted by: nath | February 12, 2009 at 03:31 AM
I have to admit, I don't really get book readings myself, but I find that's easily addressed by not attending them.
Definitely agree on the introductions point, I actually like a good introduction - one that tells me something about the author's life, issues of the day which might have influenced the novel, things I might not know that might cast light upon it. I just read Good Morning, Midnight, which has a spectacular introduction in the Penguin Classics edition by AL Kennedy.
If you have to discuss the ending though, and I doubt significantly that you do, it would be preferable then to have it in an endnote section. It is slightly irksome to be reading an introduction to something you've not previously read, Hard Times say, and have the whole werewolf subplot ruined before you get to it.
Posted by: Max Cairnduff | February 12, 2009 at 10:56 AM