The main thing is to write for the joy of it. Cultivate a work-lust that imagines its haven like your hands at night, dreaming the sun in the sunspot of a breast. You are fasted now, light-headed, dangerous. Take off from here. And don’t be so earnest.
That which I am reading now. Yes, I have a definite Booker bent to my reading tastes. No, this book didn’t win the Booker, but another of the author’s books did — The Line of Beauty. And I wouldn’t have found this here book — The Stranger’s Child — without having been curious about its author’s other books, on account of the prize win.
Yay! Time to go read…
I have finished reading, in rapid succession:
Sticking with my theme of reading Man Booker prize winners, if not always the actual novels they won for, I have loaded up and ready to go The Sea, the Sea by Iris Murdoch. In this newest item on the list, we have Charles Arrowby searching for the meaning of life in a dreary cottage on the coast. Looking for the meaning of life with Iris Murdoch is never easy or simple or straightforward, any of those descriptors — and I am looking forward to each and every twist and turn.
Sweet Tooth turned out to be a love story as well as a coming of age story with a positive ending that you only understand (and understand is positive) by reading to the end of the book. I could give a blow by blow account of the plot, but unlike thrillers, spoilers for McEwan’s books are rarely worth the effort. Suffice it to say that we get not only a good insight into our protagonist’s life but that of her lover’s as well.
Bring Up the Bodies is so very much not a love story. It is the story of a good man and vengeance and what happens in its pursuit.
I recommend both, and I will dwell on them all further in order to write coherence about them.
I have taken myself off to a coffee house downtown — Coffee-Emporium Artisan Coffees & Assorted Teas — which counts as an adventure in my world. It is full of people talking or working furiously at their electronics, like I am. This is like Boulder, in any coffee shop there. This justifies my existence, therefore.
I rode down here listening to music that I found in a book, or more precisely found out about in a book. The book is Standing in Another Man’s Grave (Detective Inspector Rebus): Ian Rankin: 9780316224581: Amazon.com: Books and the music is by a band named Mogwai – Les Revenants, and that’s the album I’m listening to.
Ian Rankin, the author of the book, is a music expert and any music he mentions in the course of his novels, and he finds a lot of places to mention music, is always an excellent choice, even if detective novels are unexpected places to find music in.
Maybe the best music is the music you find in unexpected places.
- Standing In Another Man’s Grave – Ian Rankin (gcbooks.wordpress.com)
- Books and authors: Ian Rankin and Karin Tanabe (claireindc.wordpress.com)
- booklist 2013: STANDING IN ANOTHER MAN’S GRAVE, Ian Rankin (warrenellis.com)
- Return of an old-school Scots cop (kansascity.com)
- Scottish thriller writer Ian Rankin on the long and troubled life of his creation, detective John Rebus (blogs.seattletimes.com)