Who are you in love with this week?
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So glad I waited.
I'm at a stage in my life that I can more certainly appreciate Christopher Morely.
I've read much more, and I can identify author's voice and savor the subtle art of wordcrafting. These two books were published at the end of the 19-teens, almost a hundred years ago. He rambles on about classic writers and the current crop of writers. Interestingly, I spend a lot of time in that era, so I know the ones who have lasted, J. M. Barrie, Edna Ferber, O. Henry, Frank Packard; and also those who have become obscure - Joseph Lincoln and Coles Phillips, an illustrator. When he mentions Helen's Babies I can go find my copy.
I'm listening on audio, and Stefan Rudnicki does a great rendition. But I think I might need to purchase a paper copy, because many many lines are quotable, particularly for booklovers.
Count me among the successfully seduced and utterly charmed by Mr. Morely. As soon as I closed the cover of "Parnassus," I opened "Haunted." Such warm and loving stories (yeah, loving) about natural characters, the love of reading, and lives with books.
Little did I know that when I fell in love with Robert K Massie's Nicholas and Alexandra at age 20 that it would be the beginning of a life-long affair with him and his Russian rulers that's confirmed now that I've read Catherine the Great: A Portrait of a Woman this year.
But the one author who I binge read over the years and with whom I've been head over heals from her first books to to her last is the incomparable Dorothy Dunnett. Her writing, her heroes, her plotting, and most of all her intelligence leave me in a swoon at her feet.
For a minute there, instead of reading what you wrote. . .
. . .in India people worshiped cows and burned their dead.I thought you were going to say "bar-b-qued their dead."
>8 Limelite: I binge read over the years and with whom I've been head over heals from her first books to to her last is the incomparable Dorothy Dunnett.
I once lost almost an entire summer binge reading the Lymond Chronicles. I blew off everything -- including my relationship (which I am no longer in!) -- reading the books one right after another. I don't remember a thing about that summer except those books, and the occasional background irritated whine of "aren't you done with that book yet?!?!" -- which I don't think I even bothered to answer.
It was such a fantastic, all-encompassing obsession, that I rate it as one of the great reading experiences of my life -- up there with my discovery of Moby-Dick, the first time I read The Alexandrian Quartet, and the day I first opened a copy of The Complete Poetry and Prose of William Blake . But at the same time I've resisted re-reading Dunnett for years because I don't dare get that obsessed for that long again.
One of my favourite authors is Henning Mankell, and he died yesterday. I've spent a lot of the past 24 hours feeling low, knowing that there will be no more books coming from his oh-so-fertile brain.
Jo Nesbo is the answer to the question that this thread poses. I now own all of his Harry Hole novels, and am reading one of the two I have not read, right in the middle of the series (The Devil's Star).
Moby-Dick is Moby-Dick. A think unto itself.
His death is what inspired me to start this group as there didn't seem to exist an appropriate place on LT for such topics. Earlier this year I wrote an RIP E L Doctorow and IIRC, posted it on Books (general discussion).
The inaugural post to this group is an RIP Henning Mankell. I invite you -- and all of his readers and "lovers" -- to take a look and leave your remembrances if you have not already.
but it seems to be maintained by just one loyal member.
Apparently all of the guys in the class were supposed to side with Dimmesdale and all of the gals with Prynne - indeed, the first time I read the book the teacher asked for a show of hands concerning the last two and that was the way the class split. When she turned to go on to another subject I made the mistake of asking, " What about Roger?" She turned around with a shocked look on her face and asked me if I was serious. When I said I was she made a note of that fact and at the end of the day I was given a note to take home to my parents concerning my choice of characters worthy of defence.
Edit: Or was that eighth grade? I'm starting to think it was, and seventh grade was White Fang. Can't remember, I'm getting old.
Hmm, no touchstone yet for the original script by Long, Singer and Winfield?
Funniest play I've ever been to. Saw it in London at one of those wonderful intimate feeling theaters in West End performed by The Reduced Shakespeare Company.
"Brevity is the soul of wit," is their motto, natch.
I'm hoping he writes again, and fulfills his potential.
In love with Blu Greenberg this week - writer of How to Run a Traditional Jewish Household. She doesn't leave out a single detail of the Orthodox Jewish life, and as a non-Jew who is fascinated with Jewish Orthodoxy, it's a treasure of a book.
>42 ahef1963: Every country has their own literary canon and such that they often cover in schools. However, it's not as though American schools all teach the same books. It varies vastly by region, state, district, and hell even individual teachers within the same school! I read Scarlet Letter in an elective lit course, not a standard one, have still not read Moby Dick, have read a number of those "everyone's read because school" classics on my own because my classes read various other things... I think most of those kind of titles I never had. Of the classics I read in high school standard lit, was Romeo & Juliet, Flowers for Algernon, Great Gatsby, Of Mice and Men...does One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest count among those? ...and that's it, I cannot think of a single other one of those "core" books being assigned. I guess the teachers I had felt more could be gained from teaching students the less everyone reads them titles? *shrug*
apologies, as I'm listening rather than reading the print version. Trollope actually has the anathama lurking in the corner of Slope's eye.
British understatement has a major role here. Alistair helps pull a downed pilot out of the Channel waters while en route from the Dunkirk evacuation. The pilot characterizes the water as "Brisk." Alistair's reply to what he thought of France is "Crowded."
I'd read OOHM's opening story Magpie in 2010 and made a note of it at the time, but I never looked for anything else by him. I do like how he suggests supernatural elements to his noir crime stories. I was hooked on Marwood's book almost from the first page by the descriptive power of her prose and, frankly, her snarky humor.
I've been reading a lot on my Kindle lately, and really liked hefting Marwood's book and fanning the pages.
This week I'm visiting an old love, reviving my lifelong romance with John le Carré, on whom I wish immortality. If only I could make wishes come true. Listening to his Our Kind of Traitor, beautifully performed by Robin Sachs, who I am now also in love with.