I did a bit of reading over the holidays: The Complete Polysyllabic Spree by Nick
Hornby (a highly enjoyable read for booklovers), Holidays on Ice and Dress
Your Family in Corduroy and Denim by David Sedaris (both of which were sometimes hilarious,
sometimes poignant, always wonderful – in true Sedaris style – although Me Talk Pretty One Day is still my
favourite of his books), Angela’s Ashes
by Frank McCourt (OH MY GOODNESS I WILL NEVER COMPLAIN ABOUT ANYTHING EVER
AGAIN), True Stories by Helen Garner
(I now plan to read everything Garner’s ever written in the hope that I will
somehow absorb some of her talent; she’s brilliant. I’m completely smitten),
and 7: An Experimental Mutiny Against
Excess by Jen Hatmaker (a book-long exploration of the kinds of things I
was thinking through in these posts. This book was another wake-up call, and I
intend to study it more closely and slowly with a friend this year**). I also
read How to be Idle by Tom Hodgkinson,
which I couldn’t help but review more lengthily.
Perhaps I had issues with this book because I read it
at the wrong time: a summer holiday is probably the least appropriate time for
a lecture on the perks of slowing down and doing less. The book started well,
pointing back to the Industrial Revolution as the starting point for our now
overly-busy lives; where once people would work just enough to pay for their
daily needs before resting for the remainder of their time, now we’re all about
working more and more so that we can earn more and more so that we can buy more
and more. We don’t think twice about walking while eating or waking ourselves
up artificially with caffeine or taking medication when we have a cold so that
we can Soldier On (ugh, I HATE
this Codral slogan) and be constantly productive
and efficient in order to keep The
Man happy. Tom Hodgkinson doesn’t quote Empire
Records (he chooses poets and Chinese philosophers instead), but they end
up saying the same thing: DAMN THE MAN!
So far, so good. But then at some point, it lost me. By
the end I was picking it up each time with a sigh and a loud, “When will this
book be OVER?!”, which is never a good sign. Throughout the last chapters, I
was so bored I could only read a few paragraphs before drifting off to sleep (“Mission
accomplished!” cries the author). There are LOTS of chapters, many of which
cover the same kinds of topics and seem to be more of an argument for Tom
Hodgkinson’s ideal life than for a truly idle life – there was a chapter on sex
which had such a tenuous link to idleness that I got the impression that
Hodgkinson lost his way during the writing of this book and rather than JUST
ENDING IT, decided to continue by talking at length about other random things
he happens to like (beer, pubs, moonlight, etc.). In the end, what could have
been a tight argument ended up untidy and unconvincing (if you’re such a fan of
sleep, Mr Hodgkinson, then why stay up
until 5am?!), which was disappointing because I think this is a discussion
that our culture could learn a lot from.
I’ve just noticed that all of the books were
non-fiction! I still compare all fiction I read to We Need to Talk About Kevin; I’m terrified I’ll never read another novel quite as good again. I did read the prologue and a small section of Game of Thrones by George R. R. Martin
this holidays, but couldn’t match my husband’s enthusiasm for the book (he fell in love with it instantly); I was surprisingly blasé about getting married,
considering it’s the length of this five-book series that’s turned me off (seriously,
they’re BIG books, with TINY writing). That and the fact that I DON’T ACTUALLY UNDERSTAND ANY OF IT, so it takes me a week to get through each page.
I’ve no idea how much reading I’ll be doing this year,
so this may be my last book-related post for a while. I still haven’t worked
out whether to attempt Anna Karenina or just see it when it comes out at the
movies. But what if it’s the novel that knocks Kevin off my Best-of-All-Time list?! I can’t have read my last best
novel! I’m tooooooooo youuuuuuung!
In other news, I seem to have completely forgotten how to end
blog posts.
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* Thanks to Justine Clarke, my life is now like a giant musical.
** Though I’ve skimmed over a review, I LOVED this
book, and you should DEFINITELY read it.
RE Game of Thrones: liked the first book, but the second felt like moving chess pieces around on a board & I stopped there. It worries me that he hasn't ended it yet. I'm interested to know what the TV adaptation is like though.
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of such things, apparently they're adapting Neil Gaiman's "American Gods", which should be interesting ...
I've heard rave reviews about the TV adaptation of Game of Thrones (lots of sex, though, according to the Wikipedia article [which also includes the phrase "random boobage" and is therefore awesome]).
DeleteI haven't read anything by Neil Gaiman despite your undying love for him! I'll have to change that soon and find out what 'American Gods' is. :)
* Everywhere you look.
ReplyDeleteI really hope you don't also have this song stuck in your head now.
DeleteThanks for the review & book suggestions! Have you read The Poisonwood Bible? I'm halfway through and it is a fascinating, amazing & beautifully written book! It's sad & painful at the same time - it's about a Southern Baptist minister who takes his family to be missionaries in The Congo in the 60s and he's a total legalist who is motivated far more by his own insecurities than by the message of love & grace and his view of women (ie. his wife & 4 daughters) is typically appalling - but you HAVE to read it (if you haven't already!)!!!
ReplyDeleteI read it towards the end of last year, and agree that it's fascinating and beautifully-written and so painful! I found the end third (or so) a little didactic and self-aware, which was what stopped it from being brilliant for me. You'll have to let me know if you agree when you're done... :)
DeleteFor some utterly brilliant and very funny fantasy read anything by Jasper Fforde. The Thursday Next series (starting with The Eyre Affair) is awesome and has a lot of very funny literary in-jokes. The Nursery Crime Series is also amazing because as well as being very cool fantasy they work properly as whodunnits. And his new series, Shades of Grey (NOT to be confused with 50 Shades of Grey!) is a little bit darker but still completely awesome. Am a bit of a devoted fan in case you haven't guessed :) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jasper_Fforde
ReplyDeleteI have read some Jasper Fforde (Sonia got me onto him!)- one of the Thursday Next books is the reason I know how Anna Karenina ends (the character, if not the book). I enjoyed Shades of Grey but haven't read the next one in that series yet (I think he was still writing it when I read the first one), and I haven't read anything in the Nursery Crime series - I'll have to check out what of his our library has! Thank you!
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