Was away on a short holiday last week and spent a lovely seven days in Liguria, in the small town of Monéglia, near Cinque Terre. Ate really well and spent a lot of time sitting at the beach or at the pool. Traveling with an almost-three-year-old means there are not a lot of hours in the day for reading, but I did manage to read Tove Jannson’s excellent excellent excellent The Summer Book and then re-read Alison Anderson’s wonderful Hidden Latitudes, which I read years ago before I started this blog. I really loved both books and will write about them soon because they both deserve proper discussion.
Coming home from holiday, I was greeted by a very full mailbox (thank you Bookmooch and The Book Depository) and cannot wait to begin reading through this stack of recently acquired books:
- Jess Stoner – I Have Blinded Myself Writing This (am so excited to read Jess’s book – she’s a friend of mine and frequent reviewer at Necessary Fiction, and I just know that this unique book is going to be real treasure)
- Barbara Comyns – Who Was Changed and Who Was Dead (another Comyns and I’ve heard it is excellent. Hooray to Dorothy, A Publishing Project for re-issuing this)
- Mary Costello – The China Factory (I gave away the two copies I already had, so had to order a new one. I loved this book that much.)
- Christine Schutt – Florida (cannot remember now who mentioned this book to me but it looks so lovely, cannot wait to get started)
- Marianne Wiggins – Herself in love (short stories!)
- Bernard Malamud – The Natural (getting ready for the September edition of The Dead Writer’s Book Club – won’t you join in?)
- Helen DeWitt – The Last Samurai (any book that involves an endless looping of Kurosawa’s Seven Samurai is probably going to be fantastic)
- Michael Ondaatje – The English Patient (have never read it, nor have I seen the film. Figure I should start with the book)
- John Cheever – The Wapshot Scandal (why not?)
- Tessa Hadley – The London Train (I’ve read several Hadley short stories in the New Yorker lately, so went to look for one of her books)
As I’m sure you can guess, books are always coming into this house in alarming numbers, but this stack gathering in one week impressed the entire household… it’s very hard to decide where to start.