Hours and hours after I finished this, incendiaries were dropping in my mind, showing up how beautifully this novel is constructed, and what an emotional pull there is to a book that I read far more slowly than its complement and predecessor Life After Life and thought I might be less engaged in. Nope. Kate Atkinson redeemed a nasty character and brought me to tears with only two sentence fragments.
[Oh, Viola. At last. (hide spoiler)]
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The "locked island" classic. One of Christie's best, maybe because it's harder to completely unravel than many of her mysteries.
My fun book for a trip to Seattle, reading while the twilight went on forever outside the hotel window.
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Adequate alternate if-the-Nazis-had won history. A little too long to be an effective story and a little too thin for novel-length, but the theme of being hunted works well enough.
This is my 4th Nesbø book and I'm so glad it wasn't the first I read because the later Harry Hole (not Holy, but Hoo-leh) books are much much better in terms of characterization, plotting, tension, etc.
The whooshing sound was many passages in this book soaring over my head. Still, this is key to Lispector's own sort of mysticism and her prose is as ecstatic as it can be paradoxical and philosophical.
Brilliant technically and in its conception but what a steaming pile of hot young male privilege this is. I kept having the feeling that I wasn't so much reading about 4 stock college characters as Four Aspects of Robert Silverberg in a Novel About a Quest for Enlightenment™.
This isn't really a crime novel, unlike Simenon's other romans durs I've read. But it is the same fleet, finely tuned writing that says so much more about isolation and alienation than what appears on the page.
Ah, fiction booklists, books with fiction booklists, and now a book about the therapeutic uses of fiction for various malaises.
What hasty preparations we make for our future. Think of it: it seems almost tragic, the things we're sure we ought to bring along. We pack too heavy with what we hope we'll use, and too light of what we must. We thus go forth misled, ill equipped for the dawn.
Short and wonderfully written novel about a small group of misfits living on barges along the Thames in London. Fitzgerald manages to be sharp, funny, and compassionate toward her characters and the terrific writing about the big tidal river is informed by her own time spent living on a boat in London. Two precocious sisters get all the best lines:"It's his own fault if he's kind. It's not the kind who inherit the earth, it's the poor, the humble, and the meek."
"What do you think happens to the kind, then?"
"They get kicked in the teeth."
I'm only a few pages into the first essay where Jamison recounts her experiences as a medical actor playing patient roles for med students. Already, this is very thoughtful and illuminating writing.Empathy isn’t just remembering to say that must really be hard—it’s figuring out how to bring difficulty into the light so it can be seen at all. Empathy isn’t just listening, it’s asking the questions whose answers need to be listened to.
Still in progress: I've been reading this off and on for over a year. Filled with paradoxes, synesthesia, and threads of thought that are sometimes gossamer, I take back what I said earlier. This is one of the densest books I've ever read.
I finally managed to get around to this before being completely spoiled for either it or the movie, although even the tv trailers were spoilery. I'm still conflicted about some of the underlying stereotypes packed in here, but as far as a well-constructed page-turning thriller goes, it succeeds.
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I've spent the last week wondering if this book really was as good as I thought it was.