We'll Meet Again Wednesday
Nov. 30th, 2016 06:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
evelyn_bIt's been a little while since I've posted here and I'd like to apologize, if (like me under better circumstances) you look forward to reading everyone's book posts on Wednesday, for falling down on the job. There's a sort of obsolete function at the back of my mind that's still going "Wait, wait, wait a few more days, wait until things get back to normal." Unfortunately, there hasn't been a "normal" to get back to, and there isn't going to be.
I've been reluctant to start again, partly because my ability to read has been patchy, and partly because it doesn't matter. But it's something I've enjoyed, and "stop doing everything you might enjoy" isn't actually meaningful action. So the Wednesday Reading Meme will be back in its usual form next week, and this is (I hope) the closest I'll get to Talking About Politics here.
In the meantime,
For the past three weeks, Anthony Powell was the unexpected only thing I can read consistently. Casanova's Chinese Restaurant and The Kindly Ones: loads more divorce gossip and literary gossip at the end of the world, because what else are you going to talk about at the end of the world? Plus a couple of flashbacks and even more gossip. I'll probably read more Anthony Powell this week.
I got Henry Williamson's Young Phillip Maddison in the mail just before I left for my sister's house last week - I'd ordered it so long ago it had been sent to my old address and forwarded by the local PO in its own sweet time. It's good, sad and painfully close up like the first two. The more I read of this series, the more apprehensive I get about the later books, because something had to happen to make Burgess' commentary so dominated by dire warnings. "You probably won't read this to the end, and I can't blame you, but you should! BUT YOU'LL PROBABLY REGRET IT." I'm not even close to regretting it so far, but it's only Book 3 of 15.
I had to take The Count of Monte Cristo back to the library last week, because I'm applying for a job at the library and didn't want to stand out as a book non-returner. But I've checked it out again and soon I will be back on the revenge trail with everyone's favorite poisoned cinnamon roll. In the meantime, I'm reading Beginning Operations: A Sector General Omnibus: three novels about working in a multi-environment space hospital. There's a lot to like about this space hospital.
My discount novel bundle from Featherproof Books was waiting for me when I got home on Monday, so I have three new books to stick somewhere near the top of my reading list: Scorch Atlas by Blake Butler, The Enchanters by Brian Costello, and boring boring boring boring boring boring boring by Zach Plague. I hope they're good!
Agatha Christie and the rest of the Extended Murderverse might be back next Monday or the Monday after that, but they will also be back.
I've been reluctant to start again, partly because my ability to read has been patchy, and partly because it doesn't matter. But it's something I've enjoyed, and "stop doing everything you might enjoy" isn't actually meaningful action. So the Wednesday Reading Meme will be back in its usual form next week, and this is (I hope) the closest I'll get to Talking About Politics here.
In the meantime,
For the past three weeks, Anthony Powell was the unexpected only thing I can read consistently. Casanova's Chinese Restaurant and The Kindly Ones: loads more divorce gossip and literary gossip at the end of the world, because what else are you going to talk about at the end of the world? Plus a couple of flashbacks and even more gossip. I'll probably read more Anthony Powell this week.
I got Henry Williamson's Young Phillip Maddison in the mail just before I left for my sister's house last week - I'd ordered it so long ago it had been sent to my old address and forwarded by the local PO in its own sweet time. It's good, sad and painfully close up like the first two. The more I read of this series, the more apprehensive I get about the later books, because something had to happen to make Burgess' commentary so dominated by dire warnings. "You probably won't read this to the end, and I can't blame you, but you should! BUT YOU'LL PROBABLY REGRET IT." I'm not even close to regretting it so far, but it's only Book 3 of 15.
I had to take The Count of Monte Cristo back to the library last week, because I'm applying for a job at the library and didn't want to stand out as a book non-returner. But I've checked it out again and soon I will be back on the revenge trail with everyone's favorite poisoned cinnamon roll. In the meantime, I'm reading Beginning Operations: A Sector General Omnibus: three novels about working in a multi-environment space hospital. There's a lot to like about this space hospital.
My discount novel bundle from Featherproof Books was waiting for me when I got home on Monday, so I have three new books to stick somewhere near the top of my reading list: Scorch Atlas by Blake Butler, The Enchanters by Brian Costello, and boring boring boring boring boring boring boring by Zach Plague. I hope they're good!
Agatha Christie and the rest of the Extended Murderverse might be back next Monday or the Monday after that, but they will also be back.
