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2006: What are you currently reading?

 
  

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matthew.
13:40 / 25.03.06
And of course, most of Delany's nonfiction is super-out-of-print. Damn you, world. Damn you.
 
 
Blake Head
17:40 / 25.03.06
On the subject of super-out-of-print, through the wonders of eBay I’ve just attained and re-read a much loved fantasy trilogy from my youth: The Tales of the Bard, by Michael Scott. It stood out at the time, and re-reading it it’s not hard to see why; clearly formative in ways I don’t want to think about, the main character, Padeur, is a bard, scholar, immortal, and, unlike almost all of the fantasy protagonists I was aware of at the time, really a bit of a bastard. He was also ominously secretive, arrogant, aloof, hook-handed, didn’t sleep, was emotionally dead, couldn’t stand to be touched… and despite it being written in an occasionally over exclamatory fashion and with a figure of perhaps ridiculous excesses looking back, it’s not hard to see why it was attractive, and still is: with an incredibly singular central character (relative to the genre of teen fantasy), an exotic Celtic mythology inspired background (not an orc in sight), and the strong invocation of the conflict between pagan and monotheistic religions, there are passages which attain an iconic grandeur that more polished fantasy series’ that I’ve read never get near.

I did this sort of nostalgic literary archaeology before recently, and was similarly impressed at the quality of Mary Gentle’s Grunts - brilliant in quite a different way. Anyone else remember these fine works?
 
 
the real anti christ
20:39 / 25.03.06
ARGH, I am reading The Trial by Eco. Yep sureeee am.
 
 
matthew.
23:58 / 25.03.06
ARGH, I am reading The Trial by Eco. Yep sureeee am.

Wanna tell us about it?
 
 
Shrug
19:35 / 26.03.06
On the subject of super-out-of-print, through the wonders of eBay I’ve just attained and re-read a much loved fantasy trilogy from my youth: The Tales of the Bard, by Michael Scott. It stood out at the time, and re-reading it it’s not hard to see why; clearly formative in ways I don’t want to think about, the main character, Padeur, is a bard, scholar, immortal, and, unlike almost all of the fantasy protagonists I was aware of at the time, really a bit of a bastard. He was also ominously secretive, arrogant, aloof, hook-handed, didn’t sleep, was emotionally dead, couldn’t stand to be touched… and despite it being written in an occasionally over exclamatory fashion and with a figure of perhaps ridiculous excesses looking back, it’s not hard to see why it was attractive, and still is: with an incredibly singular central character (relative to the genre of teen fantasy), an exotic Celtic mythology inspired background (not an orc in sight), and the strong invocation of the conflict between pagan and monotheistic religions, there are passages which attain an iconic grandeur that more polished fantasy series’ that I’ve read never get near.

Talking of buying this on-line I got burned a few months ago when trying to buy the first part of the Culai Heritage/Tales of the Bard Trilogy "Wizard's Law" off abebooks. *Shakes fist at sky*. I really can agree on "Demon's Law" and "Death's Law" though, absolutely standout and still very readable. The world of the novel is remarkably rich, the subplots skillfully tied together with the mainplot, and, as you say, pleasingly free of happy-go-lucky elves/orcs. Which isn't to say that the characters don't veer tangentially toward the fantasy novel stereotype at times (as they do) but importantly never too often or inappropriately, I felt. In fact, I have real affection for the cast of characters created (gods included) just for being so terribly embittered, savage, shrewd and cut-throat in their dealings.
Scott's never written much else that I know of unfortunately.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
23:02 / 26.03.06
I'm guessing Michael Scott is the same guy as Michael Scott Rohan, who wrote the Winter Of The World trilogy? And also a novel in collaboration with someone whose name I forget under the moniker Michael Scot (one "c"), The Ice King, which I seem to remember was quite a fun horror novel based in Norse mythology.
 
 
Blake Head
15:21 / 27.03.06
That’s interesting Stoats. I’ve not read any M.S. Rohan so can’t compare writing styles but I’m sure I’ve seen that name before and went “hmmmm”. Shrug: Bad luck on Abe. Amazon Marketplace? The first one in the series usually doesn't go for as much. Magician's Law is actually a fair bit more like a conventional fantasy but still definitely worth checking out to get the full picture of the bard’s tale. Never heard it described as the Culai Heritage before… American title?
 
 
Shrug
21:47 / 27.03.06
Did a google and, no, they don't seem to be the same people. Michael Scott Rohan and Michael Scott links here (or rather there and there).
Still M.S.R worth checking out, maybe? I don't venture into fantasy land much, I think just having read Tales of The Bard, one of the Shannara series and, enthused by the Barbelith thread, Perdido Street Station. Waterstone's, alas, failed to acquire Dhalgren for me.
And, yep, Culai Heritage was the American release of the trilogy, afaik.

Oh just found this if anyone wants to give it a *bump* with further fantasy recommendations.
 
 
Alex's Grandma
00:08 / 30.03.06
The Colour Of Memory by Geoff Dyer.

In which Geoff Dyer recounts his experiences of living in Brixton in the late Eighties, like what Proust did about France that time, I suppose.

I'm actually sickened by how awful it is - Geoff is a white man, but an honorary 'brother' etc, all of this delivered in such flat, tiring prose as to make even Hornby seem...

Well ok, that's going a bit far. I dare say I'll finish it, but when I do, it's not going to Oxfam, it's going in the bin.
 
 
Harhoo
06:54 / 30.03.06
Re: Geoff Dyer. I quite admire Dyer for carving out a chunky niche for himself, but really can't find it in myself to like anything he's actually written. His Out Of Sheer Rage (a nominal biography of DH Lawrence) is one of the most annoying books ever written, moreso as there are glimmers of decent passages there and ideas, but just pegged out on an awful, awful framework.

Just finished Tom Holland's Rubicon, a narrative history of the rise and fall of the Roman Republic ('cos I did love the BBC's Rome so). It's pretty damn frabjous, marshalling a large range of characters well and makign for a compulsive read. There are a couple of tongue in cheek, and slightly distracting, lines pointing up similarities between then and now*, but in general it really succeeds in bringing home a flavour of a now almost impossibly alien time.

While I was actually pleasantly surprised how accurate to the events it shows Rome to have been, it's in the personality portraits where Rubicon really kicks arse and takes names over the TV show. Sulla, Crassus, Cato, Pompey: Holland's vision of Rome as a crucible for the strong requires a vivid set of characters, and he has a novelist's eye for detail. The sequence detailing the final fall of Crassus is one of the most poignant things I've read in years.

Overall, 9/10 and most recommended. Now on to read Saturday by McEwan.

*After Hannibal, Rome banned Carthage from maintaining elephants of war and sent inspectors over there to make sure they weren't maintaining any massive weapons of destruction.
 
 
Saveloy
08:07 / 30.03.06
The House at Pooh Corner

God Almighty, the last chapter! I tried reading it to the boy last night but had to stop from being so utterly choked up. Why is there nothing about this on the back cover?
"WARNING: contains profoundly moving reminders of childhood's end, loss of
freedom, innocence and happiness."

F---!

*hot tears, blowing of nose etc*

There's a deep feeling of sadness surrounding the whole Pooh thing, of course, but the last chapter of '...Pooh Corner' is a real killer. The author turns to face the adult reader, and hits 'em with both f---ing barrels:

*BLAM* "Your child's not going be this age for long."

*BLAM* "You were as young and carefree as this once, do you remember?"
 
 
Sax
09:18 / 30.03.06
This is An Enchanted Place right? Still chokes me up.
 
 
Saveloy
09:21 / 30.03.06
That's the one. Ulp, I'm off again...
 
 
Lysander Stark
13:49 / 30.03.06
Loss of childhood, and also loss of life-- I have always thought that some of the final passages of The House at Pooh Corner would make the best possible funeral reading... I remember reading that book in theory to cheer myself up (Gods, was I mistaken) after the death of a friend, and it left me completely broken for a dauntingly long time.

I am currently reading a book from my large Books I Should Have Read pile-- La peste by Camus. I am enjoying it, but arrogantly decided to read it in French, thinking that my French was better than it clearly is in reality. It has taken me daaaaaaaaaaaaaays to reach half-way... But it does, so far, feel worth it.
 
 
Our Lady Has Left the Building
14:50 / 04.04.06
Because I obviously don't have enough pain in my life I'm currently slogging through Dan Brown's Angels and Demons. It's a fairly decent 250 pages... stretched out to an interminable 500-600 pages. What might have been a short and punchy thriller is so long as to make the prospect of the eternity of death seem like a short and refreshing holiday break. There's also any number of dodgy ideas that don't hold up under scrutiny, such as, if I'm not mistaken, a Christian scientist (as opposed to a Christian Scientist) who claims that because she's managed to create anti-matter that proves there's a God, because only God can create matter.

O-kay...
 
 
matthew.
15:13 / 04.04.06
Our Lady: wait until you get to the "twist" ending. It's fucking horribly obvious. And then there's the climax featuring John McClane - I mean - Robert Langdon. Blech. Worst 500 pages I ever read. One of the cool things about the book, other than the "history," is the ambigrams. Those are neat.

I'm currently reading The Demolished Man by Alfred Bester for the first time. I'd heard amazing things about the guy, and so far, it's all true. What a fantastic approach to the whole idea of telepathy. My only complaints are the pulp-style female characters who are essentially receptacles for the male's frustrations and semen. Blech.

Also working on History of Western Philosophy by Bertrand Russell. He writes in such an easy-to-read style so it's going down fairly easy. It's certainly not Baudrillard, that's for sure. Also, the first bits I'm already familiar with, since I took a lot of Greek and Roman history in university.

Next up is The Sound and The Fury by William Faulkner. I read As I Lay Dying in January and thought it was awesome. Much more complex than the simple syntax of the characters would imply.

This is my summer of "classics". I plan to read as many classics as possible. After Faulkner, I have The Moonstone by Wilkie Collins and Stars My Destination by Bester. Wish me luck.
 
 
Baz Auckland
05:43 / 05.04.06
Trying to finish Book II of Don Quixote, but I keep falling asleep after 4 pages each night...

...so I'm taking a break with War of the Worlds, and loving it! My wife's horrified that I've never read any H.G. Wells before, but used to read League of Extraordinary Gentlemen...
 
 
intrepidlytrite
10:41 / 05.04.06
I just finished Houellebecq's latest, 'The Possibility of an Island' (which, I hate to say it, was a bit of a drag). Have now started with Jonathan Coe's 'What a carve up!', which looks promising.
 
 
Keith, like a scientist
13:15 / 05.04.06
I finished Jonathan Carroll's Glass Soup, which was another installment in the adventures of Vincent and Isabelle. It was...good. It had a very strange ending, which I'm not sure how I feel about. I believe this is a trilogy, so I think there will be another one, which will hopefully answers some of the lingering plot points of their story. Carroll is someone who I love to read, but his recent has been decidedly less fascinating than his previous work.

I've just start Jeff Chang's Can't Stop Won't Stop: A History of the Hip Hop Generation, which I'm loving so far. Tracing the history of hip hop from it's origins in the ghetto-ization of the Bronx and the rise of reggae's influence in Jamaica, it's giving me more insight into the roots of a genre I've always loved.
 
 
Shrug
13:24 / 06.04.06
At the moment Cronica de una Muerte Anunciada by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. A short little piece in which the main character/narrator (who's for the first time GGM himself 'pparently), through interviewing the townsfolk, tries to piece together the cause of a seemingly avoidable murder that happened 25 years ago. It's good. I read it on the train a couple of days ago but upon a second reading yesterday my appreciation of it has really grown.
It is, to my understanding, a tragedy although not classically framed. Pleasing constructed, though, and with all the little GGM flourishes one can expect even if the magic surrealism only lightly dapples the story.
 
 
Harhoo
11:19 / 07.04.06
I lurve What A Carve Up; it's one of my favourite books of all time. Big, messy, political, exciting, intelligent. Love it. One of those books which, as soon as I finished reading it, I had to dash off and read as much other Coe as I could get my hands on.

(Unfortunately, his earlier stuff tends to the slight, while the post-Carve Up Rotter's Club is a perfectly serviceable and fine novel, but still a way short of Carve Up)
 
 
matthew.
12:50 / 07.04.06
I also love What a Carve Up!. Especially the end. And especially the biographical bits about the family. And especially the deterioration of the narrator throughout the book. Has anybody seen the movie that plays such a big role in the book?
 
 
Blake Head
23:26 / 10.04.06
I’ve just started a new job, and after having loads of free time in which I didn’t do much reading, having some time-constraints seemed to get me to focus on the half-dozen or so things that were lying around half-read, so here’s a summary:

Does anyone else get an empathetic response sometimes when reading certain books? When I read Requiem for a Dream I had a sudden onset of feverish chills that passed as soon as I finished the book. Not quite the same thing but I just finished God’s Pauper, by Kazantzakis, which was his re-telling of the life of Francis of Assisi, and as he has Francis basically starving himself throughout it was very strange stuffing my face as I read. Anyway, I enjoyed it, although I got the impression that the character of Francis was more imprinted by Kazantzakis’ standard concerns than any historical evidence of his life, and with a couple more of Kazantzakis’ backlist to read I’ll be interested to see if he does anything dramatically different from the one’s I’ve read so far.

Finished Ken MacLeod’s The Star Faction, which I thought started very slowly, but when I picked it up again eventually I got into it. Overall I thought it was a bit intentionally self-involved and impenetrable, so I might read some more but not in a great hurry.

Re-read Tropic of Cancer but have another Miller to read so will save thoughts till I can tackle them both.

And I read We Wish to Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed With Our Families, after the fact journalism regarding the Rwandan genocide. Difficult really to say I enjoyed it, the author’s style aims at a certain objectivity, doesn’t try to wow his audience with flashy prose or relate to the adrenaline rush of war-reporting in a way that books like The Bang Bang Club do. Which just leaves the reporting of facts really, twice removed from the events by the author’s distance from them and my distance from the original publication of this book. I only have vague memories of this as something on the news that I dismissed, somewhat adolescently, as just another example of humans being bastards to one another. But that said, I’m not sure what kind of response except a detached one is possible, other than maybe mute horror. But in any case, a fascinating book about a culture where the crushing weight of inter-community slaughter then re-integration cannot be entirely dissociative, or conversely, fully comprehended logistically or emotionally.

Next up I also have The Stars My Destination and maybe some Calvino.
 
 
Daemon est Deus Inversus
04:45 / 11.04.06
Two days ago, someone gave me an anthology extracted from parts of the 1st and 9th editions of Whitmna's "Leaves of Grass." I only looked at it a bit. Tonight, I intend to spend a couple of hours with it. I don't know if I'll like it. It seems prose arranged on a page.
 
 
Blake Head
20:49 / 19.04.06
[God, now I seem to be spamming the Books forum...]

I really enjoyed Twelve, Nick McDonnell’s first novel, so I was looking forward to The Third Brother. Sadly, while it was fine, perfectly acceptable, the promise of a genuinely individual voice arising from his first novel never quite forms, extremely short chapters, and the naivety surrounding the central character, add to a sense of hesitancy on the part of the author to really develop. A lot of the prose reads like cautious, slightly dazed sub-early Brett Easton Ellis, so I’m hoping his next one is a bit more adventurous or that he creates a character or premise that bit sharper or that he can inhabit more fully. And that next time it doesn’t stop halfway through, skip several important events in the life of the character, and metamorphose into a bad post-9/11 novel. On reflection I wasn’t that impressed at all.

A BEAM OF LIGHT ATTACKED!

Also finished Alfred Bester’s The Stars My Destination, although what I didn’t know (dare I mention the introduction by Gaiman?) was that it was originally entitled “Tyger Tyger”. There’s a level of unpleasant sexism, but the central character’s appeal is predicated on being compellingly negative, and it’s a captivating read, with a few neat ideas. It’s also “that novel” with the typographic effects that I had forgotten the name of, so it was nice to join the dots so to speak.

And I finally finished Trudi Canavan’s Black Magician Trilogy, which was tosh, and getting a bit laboured towards the end, but fine for what it is. Perhaps its most distinguishing feature was the secondary plot element of a male magician’s relationship with a known “lad” (homosexual) and a fairly convincing and non-judgemental run-through of themes of social stigma and compromise – which, for highly mainstream fantasy, I thought was quite refreshing and a good thing.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
00:56 / 20.04.06
They got Gaiman to write an intro to Tyger Tyger? I really, really hope it consisted simply of the words "this book is better than mine are".

Just started Jonathan Safran Foer's Everything Is Illuminated, which is looking pretty good so far, especially Alex's narrative which is written in the best "bad English" ever.
 
 
Cat Chant
09:43 / 20.04.06
Gaiman has written an introduction to everything ever (most randomly perhaps to the Blake's 7 companion).

I'm currently reading the Peacock edition of Goodbye my Shadow by Mary Stolz, because I'm collecting Peacocks at the moment - it was a short-lived Penguin imprint for teen books (a forerunner to Puffin Plus, the imprint of much of my eighties reading). This is one of several 1950s American teen novels they published (along with Beverley Cleary's Fifteen, often cited as the originator of teen fiction as a genre), and it's fascinating watching the genre start to define itself. I like 1950s teen novels anyway, especially the half-literary half-popular ones (the 'pulpier' ones are a bit formulaic, but I'm fascinated by the kinds of literary ambitions and strategies for self-positioning the less pulpy ones have), and a level of comedic distance is added by the starchy British introductions:

One of the reasons that there are so few good novels about girls growing up is that they are usually written by adults who have forgotten what it was like. Mary Stolz hasn't forgotten. She seems able to identify herself completely with girls like Barbara Perry, the heroine of this book, who in spite of a happy home, a pretty face, nice parents, and friends, is unable to overcome her feelings of failure and unhappiness.

Not every fifteen-year-old will have such a difficult adolescence as Barbara, and certainly not all will find themselves embarking on their first love-affair, but it is certain that something, somewhere in this fascinating book will sound a familiar note for them.


The book itself is just endless waffle, in a way that I smile fondly at in amusement but also enjoy. It's an interesting time-slip, in that the teenage subjectivity it portrays was kind of groundbreaking in its time, and presents itself very portentously as TEH TRUTH that can now be told, but now reads as the most exhausted cliche (you can probably tell from the introduction, actually).

Oh, and it has introduced me to the phrase Chug-a-rum, which was apparently teenage slang for half a second in 1957. I have absolutely no idea what it means (something like 'hey ho' or 'fiddle-dee-dee'?) but I love it to the extent that I thought about changing my suit name to it.
 
 
GogMickGog
15:08 / 20.04.06
Lately I've been scaring myself silly with a heavy dose of M.R. James. "This can't be too bad" I thought, and indeed "Whistle" began by making me laugh involuntarily (all that Pythonesque business with Mr. "not appearing in this story").. but by crimminy! Twas' the midnight hour by the time I reached the end I was mighty glad to have a big ol' lock on my door. He has such a wonderful way with the slow release of detail- it is such an odd feeling to be both drawn to and desperate to put down one of his stories..

Am also on a huge J.G. Ballard kick at the mo- just polishing off the last of Vermillion Sands. Hard to categorise stuff- immenseley intelligent. They all seem to work around the same format yet his work is so psychologically acute and I love the way various images, such as the singing statues, are made to intertwine.

Finally, I'm just about finishing off Downriver. Sinclair is ace, I've really fallen for his stuff this year. On the whole, I prefer his travelogue writing to his fiction but this one sits nicely between the two..still, the section on the Isle of dogs was bloody heavy going..only 100 pages left..how I'll miss it!
 
 
xenosss
06:15 / 22.04.06
A long list of books awaits me once the summer comes. Things like Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman and Hell by Henri Barbusse. Anansi Boys is almost a 2006 book, but to keep things updated, as soon as Only Revolutions (the new Mark Z. Danielewski book) comes out in September, I'll be reading that. And a couple Conjunctions anthologies.
 
 
spectre
11:53 / 25.04.06
Gaiman's American Gods was fairly good in terms of the new mythology it created from the old, but a little slow in places, I thought. Strong beginning, weak middle, and a climax that is somehow both enjoyable, interesting, dull, and predictable all at the same time. Not his best work, but worth picking up.

Also, Twelve Hawk's The Traveler is good, if you're into good vs evil, machine vs human underdog morality tales that hit a little close to home. Also, I couldn't help enjoying the idea of buying a piece of mainstream fiction by a mysterious, anonymous author. In a chain store, with my credit card, no less!
 
 
Kiltartan Cross
12:29 / 25.04.06
I've just finished Jane Gaskell's Strange Evil, a very unusual fairy story written when she was 14. Precocious brat so she was. There's a vaguely Classical theme to it and a nicely worked plot. That Mieville bloke what writes this kind of thing says it has "the most disturbing baddy in fiction", and he's right; it is most certainly a Strange Evil.

Also just finished Idoru, by William Gibson, which I read long ages ago and remembered only the Sandbenders computer (a cunningly worked case made of stones and shells, "I didn't know they made computers in America!" protests one Japanese kid) and the references to Kowloon Walled City. The prose style is quite clipped, but very readable nonetheless. Entertaining.

Oh, yeah, and just read all Alastair Reynolds' Revelation Space books in sequence. They're much better read all together in a lump than read spaced out (I first read them pretty much as they were published) as there are a lot of linked references between the different books which I missed the first time through.

Now just starting Dhalgren, for I read Nova and surely it was teh r0xx0r.
 
 
ibis the being
14:33 / 25.04.06
Because I obviously don't have enough pain in my life I'm currently slogging through Dan Brown's Angels and Demons.

Ugg, slogging is right. I slogged through that one last summer.

I just finished Gilead by Marilynne Robinson (a Pulitzer winner). It was short but really, really slow. Which I don't mean as a negative quality but just the pacing of the book. It's an epistolary novel written from the point of view of a dying, elderly Congregationalist minister to his young son. It had many beautiful and moving moments, but it was definitely a book you have to immerse yourself in to appreciate. Any time I wasn't fully paying attention to it I found it boring.

After that I turned to something with a change of pace - Houghton Mifflin's Best American Short Stories of 2005. This is my before-bed reading. My favorite piece so far has been "Stone Animals" by Kelly Link, in which a family move into a "haunted" house and all of their things progressively become "haunted," which stands as a metaphor for their emotional turbulence in what I felt was a creative way.

I'm also reading The Great Transformation: The Beginning of our Religious Traditions by Karen Armstrong. It's an account of the Axial Age (900-200 BCE) and the beginnings of Confucianism, Daoism, Hinduism, Buddhism, Greek philosophical rationalism, and Middle Eastern monotheism. I'm just into the first chapter, but I was intrigued by the Introduction. She means to show how all of the above traditions were originally all about a compassionate way of life (in response to war-stricken environs), did not emphasize belief/faith or doctrine. If after reading it I can formulate a good thread concept I would like to discuss some of her ideas in the Temple.
 
 
Whisky Priestess
21:31 / 25.04.06
Right now:

Male Impersonators (Men Performing Masculinity) by Mark Simpson

A brilliant queering of everything from football to aftershave ads.

and

Language Play by David Crystal

D-Crys deconstructs why we like messing around wit rhyme and nonstandard linguistic constructions an shit.
 
 
haus of fraser
17:04 / 27.04.06
I finished Vernon Little God - which i thought was great, we've had it lying around the house for ages and I don't know why i've never read it- I think i picked it up before and the writing style (a jumbled adolescents inner ramblings) didn't suit the mood i was in- and i put it back and fogot to read it- silly boy.

Then I read A Short History of Tractors In Ukranian - a christmas present for my SO. It was a fun easy read but i wasn't entirely sure of its motives. The main character's sympathies verged on daily mail territory while constantly reminding us that she was actually a bit of a socialist. It plays with the current media frenzy surrounding immigration, but its intentions are a little harder to read.

I'm now reading White Jazz by James Ellroy- i'm about 70 pages in and we're in the same world as LA Confidential- with Exley and Dudley Smith returning. The writing style is interesting although with another couple of hundred pages to go I can see it getting annoying. Its supposed to follow Scat Jazz through a beat poet-esque stream of consciousness. This means we loose actual sentences and instead get actions- "Run, jump, think- panic!" that kinda thing- the dialogue breaks it up nicely- but if i'm honest i prefer his more conventional writing style. That said I've really enjoyed The Big Nowhere and LA Confidential and i am slowly sinking into this book too.
 
 
matthew.
17:34 / 27.04.06
Have you read the first two parts of the USA Trilogy, American Tabloid and The Cold Six Thousand. In those books, but mostly the second, the tabloid style is used all the time. It's awesome at first, annoying later, and then back to awesome as you simply get accustomed to the style.

With White Jazz, he delivered a gigantic manuscript far larger than LA Confidential, and the publishers say "Nuh-uh: cut." So Ellroy simply cut out most of the verbs, as the story goes, anyway. Luckily the mystery is complex and engaging. So good luck.
 
  

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