Not so often do I find a book I really love. Almost never do I find a book that turns me into a better person, somehow. This is the author of one of them, Ruth Ozeki — The book is A Tale for the Time Being, and was shortlisted for last year’s Man Booker Prize. […]
Literature should not disappear up its own asshole, so to speak.
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.
Of course, listening to the music in the previous post has started me going through an orgy of music listening, currently switching through various songs on Tommy. I sit here with eyes half glazed over with one wish moving through my mind: I wish I was a DJ. Then and only then do I remember: […]