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Loud Detective
18:22 / 28.01.07
Just finished Lolita, which was just about as screwed up as I thought it would be. The weird part of the book is sometimes my brain would forget that he was describing a 12 year old, and then i would remember again and feel all oogy.

Just started Neal Cassady by David Sandison and Graham Vickers. A very interesting read, partly because it subtracts some of the lies and rumors that have persisted about Cassady, but also interesting because the man lived a damn interesting life.
 
 
Our Lady Has Left the Building
20:04 / 28.01.07
Papers, that's always the risk with collections isn't it? Some of it's good, some of it's average.

Have literally just finished Break It Up: Patti Smith's "Horses" and the Remaking of Rock N Roll by Mark Paytress. Make no mistake, if this were a book about a more contemporary band, Blink 182 or Sum forty-whatever, it would be thinner, in paperback and have a darn-sight more cuttings. While Paytress obviously likes Smith this is just a book compiled by looking through all the press she did. Reading through it I didn't feel I learnt much about Patty Smith's life and before reading this I knew next to nothing. Ignoring the subtitle this book takes us through Patty's early years, through the release of Horses and her next few albums, then wrapping up the last twenty-six years in a few pages. It lacks any real insight that isn't immediately obvious from listening to the music. Crucially Paytress doesn't make me want to rush out and get hold of any of Smith's albums that I don't already own.

Despite all this I don't hate the book. It's competently written, it's just the book should have been put out as another cheaply written cash-in book, it's not a serious study in hardback.

The Giant Under the Snow by John Gordon was a book I last read when I was about eight years old. Let's see what I think of it twenty-two year later shall we?
 
 
Aha! I am Klarion
20:34 / 28.01.07
Reading "Mephisto" by Klaus Mann. I am enjoying it so far.
 
 
matthew.
00:26 / 30.01.07
Finished Lady Chatterly's Lover and it was fucking awesome. The changes in tone, voice, narration were all so skillfully done, and how it build up, and the characters are so vivid. Well done. Good read.

Halfway through Right As Rain by George Pelecanos. I'm getting some whiffs of repetition here, but the level of detail is so perfect with Pelecanos that I can forgive the structural cloning.

Still working on Against The Day: little or no progress. Working on The Terror by Dan Simmons as well: decent progress, but definitely slow. Have Infinite Jest to start on (only ten bucks new at Chapters!) and I am filled with trepidation.
 
 
COG
11:50 / 30.01.07
I am coming to the end of Underground by Murakami, an account of the 1995 sarin gas attack on the Tokyo underground. It's made up of interviews with 60 of those affected and there is a second section with interviews with former and current Aum cult members as well.

The interviews are excellent little portraits of the commuters' lives, and collectively they build up a multiple-viewpoint picture of the attacks that day. After having been through a life threatening situation, many of the interviewees have very insightful comments to make about their own lives and character. The author makes it clear that all the words are the peoples' own.

I've enjoyed it a lot so far. I've never read his fiction, so that will have to be tracked down soon.
 
 
All Acting Regiment
12:42 / 30.01.07
Goethe: The Sorrows of Young Werther; Stendhal: The Scarlet and the Black; The Castle of Otranto (HELMET); Joseph Conrad: Nostrom; Ben Jonson: Volpone et al...

Liking all of it. Not sure I agree with Conrad though. Do we have a thread about him?
 
 
Paralis
19:02 / 30.01.07
Last week, I read Scarlett Thomas' The End of Mr.Y, which I really enjoyed, for the most part. It's got a lot of fun ideas, and Thomas writes really effectively about curiosity and sex. But there's a terribly flimsy love story and way too many ideas stuffed into the very end of the book which felt like 75 or so pages of explanatory conversation, and I finished it thinking that although I liked Thomas immensely, I liked the book better as Murakami's Hardboiled Wonderland and the End of the World.

So I picked up PopCo, and, grah. Cryptanalysis, guerrilla marketing, pirate treasure. And then there's a paragraph about "the most successful rock band in the country" and how she'd like to sleep with "the lead guitarist" (which is a pet peeve of mine--she namechecks EverQuest, UO, The Velvet Underground, Titanic, the lameness of alt-country, and just about everything else, but can't be arsed to put a name on what's a question of markets rather than of taste. But I digress), and then it turns into a flimsy love story and way too many ideas tucked into the last 75 pages. I'm no longer convinced that Scarlett Thomas is wonderful, and if I read anything else of hers, I'll probably take care not to finish it.

Next is either Milan Kundera's The Art of the Novel or Erik Larson's The Devil in the White City, a history about a serial killer and the 1893 World's Fair.
 
 
Dusto
20:12 / 30.01.07
I'm sort of in the middle of The End of Mr. Y. It seems good so far, but it definitely has some clunky romance elements. I read the first 150 pages the day I bought it but have been refocused on Against the Day since then.
 
 
Whisky Priestess
11:07 / 31.01.07
Reading Kate Pullinger's My Life As A Girl In A Men's Prison, which despite the racy title, is a fairly random collection of stories, some of which clearly stemmed from her stint as writer in residence at HMP Garstree and some which have evidently been lying around in the bottom drawer for ages.

She was my tutor, and given the appalling impression I got of her taste and abilities as a critic/reader over the semester, I can't honestly say I wanted or expected to like this book, but I was certainly willing to. The first, long story (about a Canadian boy on his gap year who keeps knocking up his girlfriends) is merely all right, nicely evocative in an 80s nostalgia kind of way, but all the rest so far, even when they have interesting premises (homeless woman seduced by cabbie vampire) are very meuh.
In fact, she's coming across to me more and more as a very meuh writer - one who is hard to love, or to hate, or to get especially worked up about in any way.

I've read one of her novels, Weird Sister, and although it did boast one decent character (a crippled ex-policeman slightly ripped off Mr. Rochester) and again, although it passed the time, it did make me wonder why she'd written it, and what the point of it was. It wasn't a story that burned to be told, or even a terribly good or original one. (The ending also sucked). I wonder if she's classified as "literary fiction" - given the workmanlike quality of her prose I assume not, but then again, her work doesn't have the compulsive readability of a lot of popular fiction, chick-lit etc., and her subjects are definitely not shagging and shopping (except in a poverty-stricken, grimy-underbelly kind of way).

I guess what I failed to give was a shit about any of the characters, and what the stories really lacked was vividness and imagination - something that James Meek's excellent collection, The Museum of Doubt is bursting at the seams with. I can very much recommend this book (his best-known novel is The People's Act of Love) and it uses the short story in a variety of interesting and unusual ways - as a dream narrative, a Pandora's Box/Arabian Knights introduction, an exploration of murder and time travel, and plenty more. Meek has energy and daring, and while you may not always like the stories in the book, you certainly won't be languidly indifferent.

There's surreal imagination overflowing the pages, full of real get-your-teeth-into-it prose with an odd (idiomatic/Scottish?) poetic twist - unlike Pullinger, you might not trust Meek to babysit your children, but at least if you let him tell them a bedtime story they won't die of meuh.
 
 
Sylvia
21:24 / 01.02.07
A friend took "The Third Policeman" out of the library and despite the fact that it's late (university library, $1 per day...) insists that I read it before he returns it. Since I don't want to bankrupt the poor boy I'll likely finish it tonight or tomorrow. I was advised not to read the foreword and just to be safe I skipped the back blurb, so I'm going into it with no idea what it's about except for a hazy 'I think Morrison mentioned he read it once?' recollection. Literary adventure!

20 pages in before I had to go to work in the morning and I'm very interested in continuing, so it looks like I can still trust in both said friend and Mr. Morrison. (After I finish the book, I'm looking forward to seeing if I can spot any influence from The Third Policeman in Grant's work)
 
 
Cowboy Scientist
23:27 / 02.02.07
Just finished reading Ballard's Cocaine Nights, which was pretty good, a little slow at the first half, with the main character kind of wandering around, but the second half is actually very interesting, esp. the analysis about the reason of existence of crime and transgression.

I'm about to start the second Jerry Cornelius book, A Cure for Cancer; and Paul Auster's Brooklyn Follies.

I also have a copy of Ulysses that I should read, but it really intimidating.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
00:27 / 03.02.07
Still mid-Pynchon, I've just bought "Grotesque" by Natsuo Kirino. The only thing I've read of hers before (and, as far as I'm aware, the only other book of hers that's been translated into English- sadly the only language I can read in, so it's not that much of a coincidence) was "Out", which was fucking blinding, though I seem to remember got a little rushed towards the end.

I should probably read it right now, and put Tom on hold, just because I've now fucked myself for food money by buying it in hardback, and it would seem a bit stupid to wait until I could actually afford it before starting, having come this far with the Kirino-lovin'.
 
 
Dusto
11:39 / 04.02.07
I'm going into it with no idea what it's about except for a hazy 'I think Morrison mentioned he read it once?' recollection.

It took me longer than it should have to realize you meant Grant and not Jim. That said, it's a wonderful book, and I think that going in without knowing anything is precisely the best way to read it.
 
 
Benny the Ball
12:42 / 05.02.07
Having just finished System of the World, Neal Stephenson, I have a whole heap of books piled ready to go.

Have the entire Flemming run of James Bond novels, partly to read them in order, as I have only dipped in and out of the odd one, and only read Casino Royal all the way through.

Currently reading 'We wish to inform you that tomorrow we will die with our families' a book about the genocide in Rwanda in the mid ninties - mood swings from pure disguist and dismay at the west, the french, the UN in New York, to amazment at bravery and willingness to stand up to what was wrong by the far too rare individual to fear and replusion to the mob rule and ease with which the massacres happened. I also have 'Shaking Hands With the Devil' to read later, written by the UN General who was posted there during the events - although I may wait a while to read it.

I also have Pynchon's V, Gaddis' Cold War, Plato's Republic, a few John Wyndham novels, Goddel Escher and Bach, and the follow up to easy riders and raging bulls in the imediate pile - and a whole bunch more about the flat.
 
 
Alex's Grandma
13:23 / 05.02.07
Just finished 'charlieunclenorfolktango' (do you see what he did there?) by Tony White, who's the literary editor of 'The Idler'.

Sample text;

'& I'm lyke/
"Get in the fuckin van yew bunch a cunts coz thez Serius Fuckin Go-inns On cummin dan & weave gotta get there pittee fuckin sharpish. So juss leave that fuckin killer ware e is & less get go-inn."
& ole Blakie goes like:/
"Well that killer ain go-inn no ware is e Sarge."
& The Sarge is tuckin iz shirt back into iz trowzas & do-inn up iz belt & go-inn;/
"That cunt ain a killer no mor is e sun. Coz I juss cured im didden I."

It's about a terribly alienated British police force of the near future, basically, and alien abduction. I can't really recommend it highly enough.
 
 
matthew.
15:22 / 05.02.07
I got back onto the Against The Day train really well. After finishing Right As Rain which was great, I'm trying not to start anything until I get further into Pynchon. I still have the rest of his oeuvre to stumble through. Wish me luck!
 
 
Dusto
17:12 / 05.02.07
Gaddis' Cold War

? Is that the British title of one of his books or something? As far as I knew, he only wrote The Recognitions, JR, Carpernter's Gothic, A Frolic of His Own, and Agape Agape. Or is this a different Gaddis?
 
 
Dusto
17:13 / 05.02.07
Never mind. I googled. Which is what I should have done before my last post. Sorry.
 
 
matthew.
00:27 / 06.02.07
Don't feel bad. I was thinking of posting the exact same thing. Down to the punctuation. Don't worry about it.



Thought-stealer.
 
 
Benny the Ball
07:21 / 06.02.07
aah, but you see, now I know about William Gaddis - any recomendations?
 
 
Dusto
11:11 / 06.02.07
Let's see, he won the National Book Award for JR, then again for A Frolic of His Own, so I guess those are the critical choices. But I haven't read Frolic, and I'm still not sure what I thought of JR. Definitely interesting. Consists almost entirely of dialogue, no attribution, so it's a bit hard to follow until you get into the rhythm of it. The Recognitions is a bit more conventional in terms of narrative style, and I found the plot and characters more engaging, so I'd recommend starting there. I was bored within the first chapter of Carpenter's Gothic and never finished. I found Agape Agape unreadable.
 
 
matthew.
12:36 / 06.02.07
Gaddis is one of the few authors where I would advise reading them in order, not because of spoilers but because of the evolution of his style. The Recognitions is undeniably hard to read, but it's a smidge easier than JR, which is harder than Frolic. Carpenter's Gothic is fun and breezy, but still deals with heavy themes. The nice thing about Gaddis is that he announces the theme in the very first sentence of his novels:
From Frolic: “Justice? - you get justice in the next world, in this world, you have the law.”
From JR: "-Money?"
and in Carpenter's Gothic, a reference to a dove, a Christian icon for the Holy Spirit and a symbol for innocence.
Go with The Recognitions...
The Gaddis Annotations is hugely helpful.
 
 
Hallo, Paper Spaceboy
14:58 / 06.02.07
Read The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman last night. I found it the other day in a secondhand book shop for four bucks, 1973 reprint of a 1899 story, and the shopkeeper asked about where I'd heard of it. One of the older women I work with talked about it once. Stayed up a bit later than I should have to read the thing, but it was a good little novella written by someone clearly made from Virginia Woolf mixed with Edgar Allan Poe, maybe. The afterword, placing the story in its historical context and talking about the life of the author, was almost as good, as well.

The madness of domestication, and an unwillingness in the medical establishment of the day to deal with women's depression (inspired by a psychiatrist namechecked in the story itself who was no help to Gilman) other than to encourage them to do nothing that might strain them - essentially making the protagonist more depressed, while the rented manor's appalling wallpaper, "One of those sprawling flamboyant patterns committing every artistic sin," continues to burrow right on into her head and changes itself. And her.
 
 
GogMickGog
15:52 / 06.02.07
Papers, it's a heck of a story, no? I read it in conjunction with a lot of peculiar modernist stuff: Sone Bruno Shulz and Mary Butts in particular. She was really quite ahead of her time in terms of her attention to place, and it's reflection of the psyche. A big bugaboo of mine.

I'm flopping towards the end of Colin Wilson's history of the occult: the best parts have been the biographies of various exciting figures - Crowley, Casanova and the marvellous Madame Blavatsky.

Next up are Paul Willet's biog. of Julian Maclaren-Ross, Fear and Loathing in Fitzrovia and the last Paul Auster. I've wanted to read the former for ages. Readily salivating at the thought of it...
 
 
Closed for Business Time
16:06 / 06.02.07
I'm still limping through The Wizard by Gene Wolfe, part 2 of 2 in his Wizard Knight story. I'm limping not because I'm hurt or because it tastes bad, but simply because I seem to have lost my knack for reading quickly and often. And that is more and more tending to piss me off. So, what next? The latest social psychology textbook by Susan T. Fiske? Against.. by Pynchon (DAMN YOUR THREAD FOR I CANNOT READ IT!), another Pratchett prance? Or should I turn to something entirely new and unprecedented in my reading life - South East Asian female writers of the post-colonial era? Soviet poetry? In fact, any kind of poetry? Das Kapital?

...

Argh. Fuck. Lit.
 
 
Hallo, Paper Spaceboy
16:11 / 06.02.07
She was really quite ahead of her time in terms of her attention to place, and it's reflection of the psyche. A big bugaboo of mine.

I like her use of setting-as-character, and the way her room is her only companion while her husband's out - there's the housekeeper, sure, but the protagonist others her right away. I like how her attitude toward the wallpaper changes, sometimes bad and sometimes malevolently good.

the last Paul Auster. I've wanted to read the former for ages. Readily salivating at the thought of it...

You know, even though I loved loved the New York Trilogy, I've never really been able to get through any Auster beyond it. Not sure why, though. Maybe I'll take another crack at him and read one of his other books...
 
 
Raw Norton
21:10 / 06.02.07
Actually, Carpenter's Gothic is the only Gaddis I've read. Given it's length, I figured it was a good choice for getting a sense of his work (which I gather it wasn't). Anyway, having finished it, I can say it wasn't particularly noteworthy and also boring.

Read Euripides' Alcestis last week, which was neat. I wasn't really familiar with the story, and Herakles' beating up the personification of death as a means of raising the dead is only barely less badass than Superboy punching through reality.

Right now I'm halfway through Knut Hamsun's Hunger, about which I couldn't've known less when I picked it up. Strikes me as similar to Notes from Underground, but with at least some bare minimum of external action.
 
 
Hallo, Paper Spaceboy
21:56 / 06.02.07
I'm about to start Sitting in the Club Car Drinking Rum and Karma-Kola: A Manual of Etiquette for Ladies Crossing Canada by Train, by Paulette Jiles, who one of the Governor General's award. I met a friend and she passed it to me over Vegan Chinese food and it looks fascinating. The book jacket says something about combining a love story with a detective fiction spoof and it's broken into elegant short-short segments that reminds me, visually at least, of Calvino's Invisible Cities.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
12:49 / 09.02.07
ONE OF MY FAVOURITE SF NOVELS OF ALL TIME HAS JUST BEEN REPRINTED!!!

Arkady & Boris Strugatsky's Roadside Picnic is finally in print again, after about twenty years. I first read it when I was a teenager, and loved it, but haven't been able to find a copy since (well, I found a hardback online that was about fifty quid). Millennium have just put it out as part of the SF Masterworks series, so I've dropped everything to read it again. It's only short, but so far it's every bit as good as I remember.

It's the book Tarkovsky's movie Stalker was based on*, though they have little in common other than the basic premise- there is a Zone where the laws of physics are mutable, and it's littered with strange alien artifacts. Stalkers are people who risk their lives entering the Zone to bring back these objects. It's ace.

*(Also, unofficially, forthcoming PC game called- allegedly by coincidence- S.T.A.L.K.E.R.)
 
 
Aha! I am Klarion
00:48 / 16.02.07
Almost finished with "the Scar" by China Mielville (which for some reason has taken me forever and a day to finish...still liked it a great deal), splitting that with "Frankenstein" (the revised edition, though got to get a copy of the original 1818 ed.) and "Awake in the Dark" a collection of the best Journalism and reviews of Roger Ebert...odd since I have almost given up television and films completely.
 
 
matthew.
12:02 / 16.02.07
I'm struggling through The Sportswriter by Richard Ford, which at first seemed really neat and complex, ended up being too complex. There's too much going on in the character's head and not enough happening outside. In eighty pages, all the character has done is have a conversation with an unnamed ex-wife and got on a plane with a new girlfriend. Eighty fucking pages. I understand the point of stream-of-consciousness (I studied Joyce and Woolf in uni), but COME ON.

It's a situation where you shout at the book:
GET ON WITH IT!
 
 
Mistoffelees
14:05 / 16.02.07
I´m 2/3 through Walter Moers´ Rumo. Moers has written several novels, that all take place in a fantasy world of his own design called Zamonien (Zamonia?). Rumo is a wolpertinger (a mix between dog and doe), and gets kidnapped the day he learns to walk upright and his first tooth pierces through his gum by creatures that only eat their food, while it is alive.
He finds a friend (a mix between a shark and a grub with 16 arms), and after several adventures finds a city full of wolpertingers like him. The story sometimes gets very violent and bloody, but has all necessary ingredients for keeping the reader very entertained.

For example, his sword is possessed by a demon and a troll, whose brains are part of the blade, and with whom Rumo has many stimulating conversations. Meanwhile, his shark friend, a former croupier, meets a doctor with four brains, and by viral infection visits one of the brains, where the doctor has stored a submarine and a time machine, he found hidden in a museum in a miniscule city (which he found hidden under a leaf).

Moers has also written The 13 1/2 Lives of Captain Bluebear, another Zamonien novel.
 
 
Kali, Queen of Kitteh
19:06 / 16.02.07
I'm currently finishing up Night Watch by Sergei Lukhanyeko or whatever.
 
 
Mistoffelees
21:22 / 16.02.07
Do you like it? The two following novels are also worth reading, if you do. I anxiously await the fourth, which gets published here in may!
 
 
Kiltartan Cross
21:58 / 16.02.07
Hmm, er, read Daughter of Hounds, which I found passable with some nice ideas - I loved the star-in-a-jar - and Pale Fire, which I'm halfway through and have temporarily shelved on grounds of finding the protagonist totally obnoxious, which is either a testament to Nabokov's skill or an indictment of him. I'll finish it sometime.

I'm currently on to Red Mars, by Kim Stanley Robinson, first book of his nonpareil hard sf masterpiece trilogy, its subject matter the colonisation of Mars (duh...) with digressions into sociology, psychology, economics, politics, and, well, everything, really. Love it.
 
  

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