Monday, September 5, 2016
Friday, February 19, 2016
Augusten Burroughs -- Magical Thinking
I have mixed feelings about Augusten, but I think that's because I always pick up his books in thrift stores, so I don't go into reading with any 'preciousness' that might be needed to start out as forgiving of an author's grittiness. There's nothing to forgive, he is lovely and so open and honest about his faults and history, ugliness and all; but fit some reason it took me a couple of books to feel this way. I can't remember what else I read of his, but I think it had a black cover and was also a collection of stories. I think I had a prejudice against him in reading that book because I thought he was the son of William Burroughs and so found him talentless by comparison.
Now I realise he's somewhat of a mix of the gentlemen farmers' whose names escape me, and David Sedaris, so that makes him lovable. Unfortunately, there's only one story that sticks in my head from this book and that's not even his story. Apparently some old lady on the street told him that her mother used to give her Dr. Pepper enemas and then make her drink the liquid. I can't imagine the process or why she didn't figure out how to get adopted and now it's stuck in my head.
I haven't been keeping track of all the books I've read since I got back to California; hopefully I'll be better now.
Monday, October 12, 2015
Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell -- Susana Clarke
I thought this book was by Neil Gaiman, and happily picked it up from oddesy. Turns out it's by Susana Clarke, with an intro by Gaiman. So far, the intro is the best part, but the reviews all say that even though this book is 800 pages long, it leaves you hungry for another 800. The beginning is kind of weak so far, and in trying to find a book to take with me to Paris and Seattle. I'm leaving poros tomorrow, so, if this doesn't get better soon, I'll have to leave it till next year.
Sunday, October 11, 2015
The Fourth Hand -- John Irving
Friday, October 9, 2015
The Bolter -- Frances Osborne
The idea of this book is fun, but a hundred pages is, I realize that there really no plot. I feel halfway inclined to finish it because of the glowing reviews, but there's so much information about random people, that it comes across as a history book written by someone with little skill for creating a page turner. Don't remember if it affected my dreams, I gave it up a few days ago when I was having nightmares about soldiers shooting each other point blank in a storm. Both of the sons in this book died around 30 and were soldiers, but there wasn't much of that story told.