I've picked up a few books and even read about 300 pages into one of them, but I couldn't place myself where the author needed me to be in order for his tale to be successful (Straub's Koko).
So I've bummed around a bit, reading from short story collections by Graham Greene, Thomas Ligotti and going cover to cover with a few magazines that have come my way, but nothing novel length has really hit.
This past Saturday, I've picked up David Peace's 1974, which was the basis for a portion of a prestige British television production based on the 5 book cycle called Red Riding and I've gotten a large chunk of it read but I still haven't decided if this is the book I'm going to continue with.
I realize I owe write ups on The Ceremonies (totally awesome, if you put a little bit of work into the source material beforehand) and The World Without Us (a book my GF found depressing, but I found totally optimistic in that life will go on after we've gone).
Monday, April 27, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Interlude: My Mistake
I've been burning through a lot of other media right now so reading has taken a bit of a back seat to what I normally do with my evenings and train commutes.
In the time which I've been away (nearly 3 weeks from my previous posting on The Ceremonies) I've finished that, another book, started a few more and have finally settle on one only to find it's a bit unwieldy to attempt to negotiate a 500+ page hardcover book with thick paper stock on the subway.
Yesterday I found myself faced with the unfortunate news that JG Ballard had finally succumbed to cancer. He was one of those literary figures who I had circled in periphery but never really took the time to examine as there was only one time I was struck with the investigative impulse which generally drives these brief reading manias.
The book I read was Crash, more because it was what the bookstore had in stock rather than any conscious decision. I'd have rather The Atrocity Exhibition or some other short story collection, but alas. Having grown up in a car culture like the suburban united states, and having traveled enough highway miles to see grisly accidents, the book's perverse love affair at the intersection of human and automobile did affect me, but not in any sort of "why do we accept these machines" way, rather in a "if this is the price for the benefit, it is worth it."
Of course now that I live in an area where many of the residents DON'T own cars, I may read the book five years from now and take away something completely different from the same text. This is the joy of re-reading.
In the time which I've been away (nearly 3 weeks from my previous posting on The Ceremonies) I've finished that, another book, started a few more and have finally settle on one only to find it's a bit unwieldy to attempt to negotiate a 500+ page hardcover book with thick paper stock on the subway.
Yesterday I found myself faced with the unfortunate news that JG Ballard had finally succumbed to cancer. He was one of those literary figures who I had circled in periphery but never really took the time to examine as there was only one time I was struck with the investigative impulse which generally drives these brief reading manias.
The book I read was Crash, more because it was what the bookstore had in stock rather than any conscious decision. I'd have rather The Atrocity Exhibition or some other short story collection, but alas. Having grown up in a car culture like the suburban united states, and having traveled enough highway miles to see grisly accidents, the book's perverse love affair at the intersection of human and automobile did affect me, but not in any sort of "why do we accept these machines" way, rather in a "if this is the price for the benefit, it is worth it."
Of course now that I live in an area where many of the residents DON'T own cars, I may read the book five years from now and take away something completely different from the same text. This is the joy of re-reading.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Interlude: When Guardian Books Mentioned "Predatory Bottoms"
I didn't get the same image that they did by that language choice.
Interesting blog post today on the sustaining power of a genre with which I have absolutely no familiarity; The Girl's Pony Novel.
Interesting blog post today on the sustaining power of a genre with which I have absolutely no familiarity; The Girl's Pony Novel.
Because it's lifestyle porn, of which most genre fiction happens to be. Here's where I once again make a statement and lay out no supporting facts and clip the entry short because I have a headache.
Among the welter of sweetshop colours, glittery titles and garish graphics that indicate you've strayed into the children's section of a mainstream British bookshop, you'll find, for boys, bad smells, farting facts, juvenile spies and predatory bottoms, and for girls, ballerinas, fairies, princesses and … ponies. Series upon series of pony books – Sandy Lane Stables, Pony Pals, Pony Club Secrets – even, God preserve us, Katie Price's Perfect Ponies. And the question I want to ask is: why?
Monday, April 6, 2009
Interlude: I love Terry Pratchett too but...
Town names streets after Terry Pratchett's Discworld books
Isn't this a bit...excessive?If you go down to Wincanton in Somerset today you can wander down Peach Pie Street and Treacle Mine Road, named after Sir Terry Pratchett's fantasy series Discworld.
Pratchett visited the town today to unveil the road names at a new housing estate, and was greeted by hundreds of fans – many dressed in costume.
Wincanton was twinned with the city of Ankh-Morpork from the novels in 2002, becoming the first UK town to link with a fictional place.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
The Ceremonies Continues
Last night the Machen influence became extremely pronounced with our researcher protagonist going so far as to do research into Machen and a old man reading from The White People to our protagonist.
"Then, on the other hand, we underrate evil. We attach such an enormous importance to the 'sin' of meddling with our pockets (and our wives) that we have quite forgotten the awfulness of real sin."
The book has just introduced another character, a young virginal woman named Carol with a rather lengthy back story, who has an interest in folk lore and such, and is also, this is important in the book, a virgin.
It has been a while since I read The White People by Machen, so I think that I should really dive back into it before I progress too much further just so that I can contextually align some of the mentioned elements and what is to come. I'm about a full fifth of the way through so perhaps tonight I shall do that.
I'm fairly certain I have at least ONE anthology which should contain that tale and if not, it's public domain so it should not be too difficult to just read online.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
New Book: The Ceremonies
To be quite frank, I can never remember T.E.D. Klein vs Ted Deker. One is famously Christian writer who is rather prolific, and the other is better known as the long running editor of The Twilight Zone magazine. My only real exposure to him before starting this book was reading "Growing Things" in Al Sorrento's excellent 999 anthology, the book which brought me back to horror literature after a long absence.
I got this book through an eBay auction for a box of several 80s paper horror paperbacks, which included some stuff by Schow, Simmons, Etchinson's California Gothic (from the 90s), Rice's Interview with the Vampire, and a few other books which I can't quite recall.
I knew of The Ceremonies through reputation, as Thomas F Montelone included an essay as his submission to Jones and Newman's 100 Best Horror (which is an excellent list to work from if anyone is looking to give themselves a bit of an education on the subject), but did no real reading on it beyond this endorsement.
I'm about a tenth of the way through it, but I'm suitably impressed with the novel so far. In a prologue we are introduced to The Bad Place trope in the form of a tree in a grove which is inhabited by an Other. The historical passage which opens the book presents a few different facets of the legend of how The Bad Place came to be so the reader can just use whichever one strikes their fancy should they so choose.
We're introduced to a religious sect which has shades of the Mennonites in the close community, but our protagonists introduction to this sect is done through a pair of college educated individuals who chose the life rather than being born into the sect and experiencing that way of life exclusively.
Internet friends Doug, Kevin and Nick lamented the state of mainstream horror in a recent podcast (an assessment I don't wholly agree with) and in the segment it's mentioned that there's an abnormal amount of horror books who have writers as their protagonists.
That trend continues with our protagonist Jeremy Freirs, who is a graduate student looking for time away from New York to get over a girl and possibly bang out the beginning of his thesis, which will be on Gothic Literature. Haven't spent enough time to really form an opinion on him.
A lot of care has been crafted to really explore the setting and try to communicate small town life to someone whose only experience has been New York City with a particular emphasis of the strangeness of Nature.
Reading up on TED Klein lead me to read that this book is an expansion (unofficially, of course) on Arthur Machen's The White People. Machen is one of my favorite horror authors. He's known most for The Bowmen, the tale in which the Angels of Mons appeared to protect the English soldiers at the start of WWI. A story which took a life on its own and became a modern fantastical legend whose popularity reached critical mass in beleagured Britain. The White People is the tale of witchcraft told from the perspective of a young girl. He also famously wrote The Great God Pan, which in its reading you can see was a huge influence on Lovecraft.
If you want a good place to start with Machen, you could certainly do worse than the three volumes edited by ST Joshi for Chasoim.
I got this book through an eBay auction for a box of several 80s paper horror paperbacks, which included some stuff by Schow, Simmons, Etchinson's California Gothic (from the 90s), Rice's Interview with the Vampire, and a few other books which I can't quite recall.
I knew of The Ceremonies through reputation, as Thomas F Montelone included an essay as his submission to Jones and Newman's 100 Best Horror (which is an excellent list to work from if anyone is looking to give themselves a bit of an education on the subject), but did no real reading on it beyond this endorsement.
I'm about a tenth of the way through it, but I'm suitably impressed with the novel so far. In a prologue we are introduced to The Bad Place trope in the form of a tree in a grove which is inhabited by an Other. The historical passage which opens the book presents a few different facets of the legend of how The Bad Place came to be so the reader can just use whichever one strikes their fancy should they so choose.
We're introduced to a religious sect which has shades of the Mennonites in the close community, but our protagonists introduction to this sect is done through a pair of college educated individuals who chose the life rather than being born into the sect and experiencing that way of life exclusively.
Internet friends Doug, Kevin and Nick lamented the state of mainstream horror in a recent podcast (an assessment I don't wholly agree with) and in the segment it's mentioned that there's an abnormal amount of horror books who have writers as their protagonists.
That trend continues with our protagonist Jeremy Freirs, who is a graduate student looking for time away from New York to get over a girl and possibly bang out the beginning of his thesis, which will be on Gothic Literature. Haven't spent enough time to really form an opinion on him.
A lot of care has been crafted to really explore the setting and try to communicate small town life to someone whose only experience has been New York City with a particular emphasis of the strangeness of Nature.
Reading up on TED Klein lead me to read that this book is an expansion (unofficially, of course) on Arthur Machen's The White People. Machen is one of my favorite horror authors. He's known most for The Bowmen, the tale in which the Angels of Mons appeared to protect the English soldiers at the start of WWI. A story which took a life on its own and became a modern fantastical legend whose popularity reached critical mass in beleagured Britain. The White People is the tale of witchcraft told from the perspective of a young girl. He also famously wrote The Great God Pan, which in its reading you can see was a huge influence on Lovecraft.
If you want a good place to start with Machen, you could certainly do worse than the three volumes edited by ST Joshi for Chasoim.
Interlude: Formatting Change
I've removed the Books Read So Far because I couldn't get it to format in a way that I like. It may come back in the future if I find the time to link all the books to their pages.
Book 17: House Dick
A brief bit of time away to start re-watching Battlestar Galactica from the beginning again now that it's finally wrapped caused a bit of a delay in finishing this incredibly short book by Watergate Conspirator E. Howard Hunt.
The book was put out by the Hard Case Crime Library, a specialist line from Dorchester Publishing, the company responsible for the excellent Leisure Horror line, which has two books in competition for Stoker Awards this year (neither of which I've read and peeking through them didn't really stir much interest, but I'll check actual reviews to get past the marketing). Hard Case Crime re-introduces old crime and detective fiction which has been out of print and also publishes new works in the old styles. They offer a subscription service where you can get the books for $4 (plus $2 shipping) versus the list price of $7, which is how I get their books.
So far, I've been rather happy with the service. I've only been a member since late last year, so I've only gotten a handful of books, but all of them have been pretty excellent. This is the first one I've read for this project so I haven't really discussed the line before. But if you like "Noir" (which I don't think works as a fiction genre name), you could do much worse than looking into this line. For the moderns check out Money Shot, which is traditional genre conventions told with a female twist. As an aside if you want a real gut shot, check out Murdaland (site contains music).
"Not everyone gets to die at the Tilden. Poor people, they die where ever they can."
House Dick is the story of Novak, a hotel detective whose job it is to keep things under control, a function which now would most likely be contracted to an outside agency. But in 1961, he was all that stood between the poodle in room 403 and chaos.
The book is short, but excellently put together. It has a rich matron, her dead husband, missing jewels, mob heavies, the husband's mistress, the mistress's ex-con husband, a mescaline dealing quack, a few fights, a shoot out, a world weary detective who behaves in a smart, realistic way. While it manages to cram all of these elements into the short book (204 pages), the book never loses its way nor does it leave anything unresolved. There's some excellent dialogue and it's clearly written by someone familiar with DC and the loneliness inherent in a position like a hotel detective.
If you have a few hours to kill and just want a good, intellegent jaunt, you could certainly do worse than this.
The book was put out by the Hard Case Crime Library, a specialist line from Dorchester Publishing, the company responsible for the excellent Leisure Horror line, which has two books in competition for Stoker Awards this year (neither of which I've read and peeking through them didn't really stir much interest, but I'll check actual reviews to get past the marketing). Hard Case Crime re-introduces old crime and detective fiction which has been out of print and also publishes new works in the old styles. They offer a subscription service where you can get the books for $4 (plus $2 shipping) versus the list price of $7, which is how I get their books.
So far, I've been rather happy with the service. I've only been a member since late last year, so I've only gotten a handful of books, but all of them have been pretty excellent. This is the first one I've read for this project so I haven't really discussed the line before. But if you like "Noir" (which I don't think works as a fiction genre name), you could do much worse than looking into this line. For the moderns check out Money Shot, which is traditional genre conventions told with a female twist. As an aside if you want a real gut shot, check out Murdaland (site contains music).
"Not everyone gets to die at the Tilden. Poor people, they die where ever they can."
House Dick is the story of Novak, a hotel detective whose job it is to keep things under control, a function which now would most likely be contracted to an outside agency. But in 1961, he was all that stood between the poodle in room 403 and chaos.
The book is short, but excellently put together. It has a rich matron, her dead husband, missing jewels, mob heavies, the husband's mistress, the mistress's ex-con husband, a mescaline dealing quack, a few fights, a shoot out, a world weary detective who behaves in a smart, realistic way. While it manages to cram all of these elements into the short book (204 pages), the book never loses its way nor does it leave anything unresolved. There's some excellent dialogue and it's clearly written by someone familiar with DC and the loneliness inherent in a position like a hotel detective.
If you have a few hours to kill and just want a good, intellegent jaunt, you could certainly do worse than this.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Interlude: Meh.
I've started and stopped reading three books since the end of the Oppenheimer one and nothing is really striking my fancy.
Thankfully I'm well ahead even without having been as dedicated to reading as I like
Thankfully I'm well ahead even without having been as dedicated to reading as I like
Books 16: The Ruin of J. Robert Oppenheimer
I wrapped this several days ago and frankly there isn't much worth discussing here.
The book is fascinating and Oppenheimer got screwed, but this book spends much of its time setting up villains and praising Oppenheimer that you'd get the impression that he was a perfect little lamb while Teller was a fame thieving jerk.
You'd be better off watching the PBS Nova special The Trials of Oppenheimer than you would reading this book.
I saw it described as a Hagiography and that is the perfect terminology for this tome.
The book is fascinating and Oppenheimer got screwed, but this book spends much of its time setting up villains and praising Oppenheimer that you'd get the impression that he was a perfect little lamb while Teller was a fame thieving jerk.
You'd be better off watching the PBS Nova special The Trials of Oppenheimer than you would reading this book.
I saw it described as a Hagiography and that is the perfect terminology for this tome.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Book 15: A Pretty Face
Rafeal Reig has just put himself on my radar, and it's thanks to a suggestion by Jessa Crispin over at the NPR Book section. This is a very, very quick read (which somehow still took me nearly a week) that deals with a ghost who looks back on her life while also looking to see who murered her. But this isn't really a genre book by any means. This isn't about a crackling plot or last minute twists to keep you into the night.
It's really more about the life we live and the memories we leave behind. And as a ghost, would we have the ability to look back without romantcizing the elements which we've been familiar with.
The last two "chapters" (there are breaks, but not numbered chapters per se) are some incredible writing, which even in (the occasonally sloppy) translation struck true.
Any attempt to say much more would be a disservice to the book and to any potential readers.
The link above includes a good excerpt which should give you a good idea if you'd like to read the rest of it.
It's really more about the life we live and the memories we leave behind. And as a ghost, would we have the ability to look back without romantcizing the elements which we've been familiar with.
The last two "chapters" (there are breaks, but not numbered chapters per se) are some incredible writing, which even in (the occasonally sloppy) translation struck true.
Any attempt to say much more would be a disservice to the book and to any potential readers.
The link above includes a good excerpt which should give you a good idea if you'd like to read the rest of it.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Interlude: Good Reads
I keep forgetting I have a profile on this site, so I update it fairly rarely. I was hoping that intertwining this project with that website would lead to adequate enough reminders but that doesn't seem to be the case unfortunately.
Regardless, I just thought I'd share my profile should anyone want to "friend" me.
Regardless, I just thought I'd share my profile should anyone want to "friend" me.
Book 14: Apocalypse Movies
Just as I suspected. Well done, but shallow overview of the genre. It succeeded in making me add Kevin Costner's The Postman to my Netflix queue after making a somewhat passionate argument for it.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Interlude: stumbling toward prolifancy
Three back to back yet shallow posts. Amazing.
I am trying an experiment to purchase less books. I have a bit of an issue with buying something because it looks really interesting, then when I am available to devote my full interest to the book, my capricious nature has tended to move on.
I'm trying to avoid this rather expensive habit so I am not purchasing any books for the next two weeks, which means that I will have to make do with the many, many unread books I have until then.
I'm probably going to wrap Apocalypse Movies tonight, and was thinking of moving on to A Pretty Face, a surreal book from Spain about a woman trying to solve her own murder with the help of a mad scientist.
I am trying an experiment to purchase less books. I have a bit of an issue with buying something because it looks really interesting, then when I am available to devote my full interest to the book, my capricious nature has tended to move on.
I'm trying to avoid this rather expensive habit so I am not purchasing any books for the next two weeks, which means that I will have to make do with the many, many unread books I have until then.
I'm probably going to wrap Apocalypse Movies tonight, and was thinking of moving on to A Pretty Face, a surreal book from Spain about a woman trying to solve her own murder with the help of a mad scientist.
New Book: Apocalypse Movies
I've been a fan of Kim Newman for a while, having chanced across his Anno Dracula series in the 90's and have become aware of his excellent film writing in the past decade or so since I started to pick up Video Watchdog fairly regularly.
Apocalypse Movies is so far a largely shallow examination of films which deal with radical alterations to society. The chapters are broken down by thematic elements and some films will make repeated appearances due to their nature.
So far, there's nothing really mind blowing to me, no great original insights, but the writing is fast and breezy and it's an enjoyable way to spend a train ride.
If you're interested, yet unfamiliar, then this book may be an enjoyable read, however, my criteria with regards to film books being "good" or not is "Does the book make me add movies to my Netflix Queue?" This may not be fair criteria for this book as this is territory I have managed to cover on my own.
Apocalypse Movies is so far a largely shallow examination of films which deal with radical alterations to society. The chapters are broken down by thematic elements and some films will make repeated appearances due to their nature.
So far, there's nothing really mind blowing to me, no great original insights, but the writing is fast and breezy and it's an enjoyable way to spend a train ride.
If you're interested, yet unfamiliar, then this book may be an enjoyable read, however, my criteria with regards to film books being "good" or not is "Does the book make me add movies to my Netflix Queue?" This may not be fair criteria for this book as this is territory I have managed to cover on my own.
Book 13: All Heads Turn When the Hunt Goes By
This is a disarming and affecting novel, for completely different reasons than the last book I wrote about here.
I feel that any attempts to discussing All Heads Turn in any capacity would be to do a disservice to the novel as I am unable to really put my thoughts together in any coherent way.
So in an entirely lazy cop out, I will post a link to David J Schow discussing the book.
I feel that any attempts to discussing All Heads Turn in any capacity would be to do a disservice to the novel as I am unable to really put my thoughts together in any coherent way.
So in an entirely lazy cop out, I will post a link to David J Schow discussing the book.
Monday, March 9, 2009
interlude: Trying to impress people
is the number one reason given as to why people lie about books they've read according to a report released recently in the UK.
My own number one reason is typically to get the other person to shut up about it. Of course I do this to say I haven't read books which I plainly have. This is really helpful if you find yourself in a discussion with someone who has a strong opinion which greatly differs from your own.
Anyway, from the article linked:
My own number one reason is typically to get the other person to shut up about it. Of course I do this to say I haven't read books which I plainly have. This is really helpful if you find yourself in a discussion with someone who has a strong opinion which greatly differs from your own.
Anyway, from the article linked:
The study, carried out on the World Book Day website in January and February, surveyed 1,342 members of the public.
Those who lied have claimed to have read:
1. 1984 - George Orwell (42 percent) - This certainly explains all of the rather embarrassing attempts to link George W. Bush to this book I had seen on internet forums for the past 8 years.
2. War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy (31) - I tried to read this, but it didn't grab me. I think I made it a few dozen pages in before giving up. This was an attempt to read more Russian literature in an attempt to familiarize myself with cannon. If the internet had existed, I'm certain I'd have found wikipedia's entries to be more enlightening.
3. Ulysses - James Joyce (25) - Never read it. Tried to but found it far more self indulgent than my patience allowed.
4. The Bible (24) - Have read it. Was Catholic struggling with a bit of a faith crisis. Instead I realized that I like rite and mysticism, but find the hierarchy to be a bit bland and not really in line with my own morals. I'd have been a GREAT Episcopalian, but my attempts to join that church were not really met with any degree of success.
5. Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert (16) - Read a great summary of it once.
6. A Brief History of Time - Stephen Hawking (15) - Read it. Didn't understand enough of it to have made it worth my while. Probably didn't help that I was in middle school.
7. Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie (14) - Magical Realism? Pass.
8. In Remembrance of Things Past - Marcel Proust (9) - Zero interest in slogging through a great brilliant epic that few others have gone through just to get some kind of literary achievement badge. I can read many smaller classics in that time frame.
9. Dreams from My Father - Barack Obama (6) - Never read. Not really driven to do so either.
10. The Selfish Gene - Richard Dawkins (6)- Never read. Find Dawkins to be a bit of a prat. Certainly better than Hitchens, but still, no interest.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
New Book: All Heads Turn When the Hunt Goes By
I'm about 200 pages into this and I think I'm finally starting to grasp what the book is about.
In 1942, during a cadet wedding at a military school in the American South, a silent chapel bell rings and the groom seemingly goes spontaneously mad. Using his ceremonial sword to kill his bride-to-be, his father and if not for the intervention of his brother, he'd his whole family before he kills himself.
Miles away, a young black child is hit with a force that shreds his clothes and causes him unbearable pain which quickly kills him, but no physical wounds.
The book cuts away to a few years later in Africa, where a British soldier visiting a missionary hospital hears a remarkable tale about vengeance against the white man by an ancient white jungle goddess, the basis for Haggard's She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed from the classic adventure book She.
At this point I was tempted to stop the book because while I have a familiarity with She, I hadn't read it and I was quite concerned that this book was attempting to build itself as an unofficial sequel and while the book has taken more of a Southern Gothic bent than rip roaring adventure book, I'm still a bit concerned that my own ignorance may be preventing me from following what the author is doing.
In 1942, during a cadet wedding at a military school in the American South, a silent chapel bell rings and the groom seemingly goes spontaneously mad. Using his ceremonial sword to kill his bride-to-be, his father and if not for the intervention of his brother, he'd his whole family before he kills himself.
Miles away, a young black child is hit with a force that shreds his clothes and causes him unbearable pain which quickly kills him, but no physical wounds.
The book cuts away to a few years later in Africa, where a British soldier visiting a missionary hospital hears a remarkable tale about vengeance against the white man by an ancient white jungle goddess, the basis for Haggard's She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed from the classic adventure book She.
At this point I was tempted to stop the book because while I have a familiarity with She, I hadn't read it and I was quite concerned that this book was attempting to build itself as an unofficial sequel and while the book has taken more of a Southern Gothic bent than rip roaring adventure book, I'm still a bit concerned that my own ignorance may be preventing me from following what the author is doing.
Interlude: Nothing Better than Free Books
I'd like to give a thank you to Alison for snagging me a copy of the next Stieg Larsson book, The Girl Who Played with Fire, months before it comes out in the US.
Bloomberg recently ran an interesting article on the recent popularity of Swedish Crime fiction.
Bloomberg recently ran an interesting article on the recent popularity of Swedish Crime fiction.
Monday, March 2, 2009
New Book: Up for Grabs
I had started on Tim Scott's light hearted science fiction book Outrageous Fortune this morning but I don't know if I'm in the mood for it. I had started it because I needed to completely cleanse my mind from Throat Sprockets dark and oppressive hold on me (I was up until 3 AM re-reading sequences to make certain I really grasped what was going on and I was then up a further half hour just thinking about the whole).
The book so far is ephemeral, having the weight and consistency of chocolate mousse. It may be a mind cleanser, but I don't know if it's something I am really in the mood to read.
Perhaps something from Wodehouse would be more my speed currently.
The book so far is ephemeral, having the weight and consistency of chocolate mousse. It may be a mind cleanser, but I don't know if it's something I am really in the mood to read.
Perhaps something from Wodehouse would be more my speed currently.
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