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Okay, I have been quite bad lately but things have picked up in the New Year as they always do (January being the month of poverty and snow).
(Spoilers for the following below, albeit minor.)
Michael Chabon - The Mysteries of Pittsburgh: this, his first novel and very much a young man's first novel (although good), has taken me far longer than it should, but I'm putting off finishing it because I know the ending will upset me. Basically it seems to me to be about how you can idolise certain people you're friends with, and has made me go "yes! you wrote that for *me*!" more than any book in a while - but eek, it's all going to get torn down... (Funnily enough, in style and subject matter it reminds me of The Secret History - replace ritualistic murder with organised crime - see below.) Chabon also does sexuality very well, I think, without ever using the word 'bi'.
Donna Tartt - The Little Friend: the book everyone in North London got for Christmas? Anyway, 50 pages in I was unsure - it's very rich, very Southern (USA), very anecdotal - but 100 pages in I'm hooked. I think it was the penguins/Houdini dream sequence that clinched it. Which is funny, because the last book I read in which Houdini is a big influence on the protagonist was Michael Chabon's impossibly wonderful The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay. See above.) Have to say, I'm already steeling myself for possible trauma and pain as a result of this book, too. By starting with the death of a 9 year-old Robin, Tartt lets us know that this is a world in which terrible things happen to children - and then fills it with likeable child protagonists. Harriet is a heroine cut from the same cloth as Lyra Silvertongue or Lisa Simpson, but it's characters like Hely, with his unrequited love for Harriet, or sleep teenager Allison, or poor Lasharum Odum (spelling? it's a great name though) who I really feel and fear for. I mean, Hely's desire to make Harriet notice him is pretty tragic already, but if anything *bad* were to happen to him... Eek. Don't do it, Tartt. Put the kid down and step away from the typewriter...
Both these books may deserve threads of their own once finished, I think, if anyone else is interested. |
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