It’s time to play catch up again. The Rachel Papers by Martin Amis: I really liked this odd little story about a young man trying to get into Oxford and bed Rachel, the girl of his dreams. It’s a coming… Read more ›
I started reading Where the Truth Lies by Rupert Holmes, then put it down when my Amazon shipment came containing the much anticipated Cocaine Blues by Kerry Greenwood, and then, miracle of miracles, I did not move on to another… Read more ›
How is it that I always seem to have to catch up? I’ve read a bunch of books in the last couple days, so here goes. Adverbs by Daniel Handler: Oh how I love Daniel Handler. He rarely goes wrong,… Read more ›
I just posted, but I figured these books deserved their own post. I finished two more of Ron Goulart’s Groucho Marx mysteries, and while I recommend them, I also recommend spacing them out. Goulart has a tendency to fall into… Read more ›
The mystery phase continues. I went by the library and checked out the entire Groucho Marx mystery series by Ron Goulart, and they’re entertaining me. A while ago I wrote about the 2 categories of mysteries- those that the reader… Read more ›
I’m behind again. Luckily the books I’ve been reading lately haven’t been too deep. To catch up: Swing by Rupert Holmes was very enjoyable. It’s set at the San Francisco Golden Gate International Exposition in 1939, where a jazz musician… Read more ›
A ways back, about a week or so ago, I finished reading The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera. It was a birthday gift, and a much appreciated one. I haven’t written about it yet because I’d really like… Read more ›
I finished both the books I was reading, and they were both great. Deathbird Stories continued to stun me, spinning a world that I didn’t want to leave. I mean, I wouldn’t want to live there, but the stories were… Read more ›
More catching up to do. The Letters of Nancy Mitford and Evelyn Waugh was delightful. There were some interesting insights into the writing process, some great historical context realizations for me, and over all I highly enjoyed it. The Everlasting… Read more ›
I knew that Evelyn Waugh and Nancy Mitford were close friends, and I’d heard their work cited as similar, but I’d never really noticed it for myself. That is, until I read Put Out More Flags by Waugh. I was… Read more ›
