Read very slowly over a period of months so as better to take in the ideas and the connections between them. Admittedly I struggle a lot with maintaining equilibrium and remaining mindful, but eventually things do sink in. I found this a pretty solid intro as to the ordering and inter-relationships of important concepts in Buddhist thinking. So much of this comes back to mindfulness and being in the moment.
The first of Heyer's detective novels I've read and I found it great fun despite not being partial to country house mysteries. Heyer can be laugh out loud funny and I was reminded more of P.G. Wodehouse than Agatha Christie. I figured out the how of the locked room murder in advance of the detective and a terribly sincere love scene fell a little flat amidst the barbed satire. Still, a great escapist read.
Very satisfying to get reacquainted with Inspector Wexford after a long hiatus. Rendell writes characters so well that the whodunnit is almost a secondary consideration.
Rating deleted. I can't in good conscience keep ratings for books by any of the 204 writers who signed the letter protesting the award for courage PEN gave to Charlie Hebdo. Such willful obtuseness by writers, of all people, toward freedom of expression is very troubling.
Wednesday, April 5, 1944
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As historical fiction goes, more emphasis is placed on the history here, a compelling enough story on its own without some of the padded writing that can afflict a lot of the genre. Yes, the prose is workmanlike, but Druon is foremost an historian interested in painting the background of France c. 1314 at the same time as he's delineating the important figures and their motivations. The Iron King himself, Philip The Fair, becomes increasingly interesting as the novel nears the end.
Golden Age mysteries are usually a treat, but this one seemed flabby and I'm not referring to Nero Wolfe's bulk. Clever, with good quippage, but hardly a classic.
...the words go galloping--winding on and on until the words said the reader...."To turn about, to abstract, to salute, to celebrate."
There are moments when Capote writes a sentence that sounds like he was taking dictation from the angels. From the story "A Christmas Memory:" As for me, I could leave the world with today in my eyes.
I took this book on what turned out to be a very distracting trip and kept feeling as if the characters were slipping out of my grasp. So I managed a second read (ideally I'd do this for almost every book) which turned out to be richly rewarding.
Subtle and sad little story that stretches out from the couple and the neighbors' cat at the center of the it into the isolation of so much of life--in Japan and everywhere.
Have no idea what I did with this book after reading it long ago. Thankfully there are public domain e-texts (not from rip-off artists like Kessinger, et al though).
Only the second of the Harry Hole books I've read. Ripping good read with a compelling secondary narration from the victim's pov, but the plot is almost overly crammed with goodies. Props to Nesbø for his dark sense of humor in several scenes.
The first of Richardson's novels in the extensive Pilgrimage sequence. The first book whose style was termed "stream-of-consciousness" I found this an awful slog. The sense of interior life is there, but it doesn't read as a compelling life. I might continue with Backwater, volume 2 to give Richardson a fair chance....
Obviously didactic, considering the who, where and when of its writing, so I can't fault it for the politics, even if the revolution went so horrifically pear-shaped in the end.