Showing posts with label mere anarchy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mere anarchy. Show all posts

Friday, 5 May 2017

Gone to the Forest

(April 2017)
  


Bouncing into this straight off The North Water is not something I’d necessarily advise to anyone else, as both are short but well crafted stories about unpleasant people in unpleasant places doing unpleasant things. I’m also not entirely sure what either book was trying to say.
  

Monday, 31 August 2015

The Secret Agent

Joseph Conrad, 1907
(August 2015)
  


A slightly bizarre reading experience, this. While continuing the slow migration of my library from the UK to Japan (i.e. going through boxes of books in Mum's loft) I found an old copy of this with a bookmark wedged about forty pages from the end.

Thursday, 20 August 2015

Things Fall Apart

(July 2015)



"Shakespearian tragedy" it says here in what passes for my notes. Clearly deserves something more substantial and less glib, but I'm equally unable to provide that right now. Not exactly beach read material, but obviously so, so much more.