Books I've read. Books that have had an impact on me. Books that didn't, but that many believe should have.
Tuesday 7 May 2024
Death in Her Hands - Ottessa Moshfegh
Flesh and Blood - Michael Cunningham
I read this book because I couldn't get my hands on Cunningham's latest novel.
Squeeze Play - Paul Benjamin
La Quarta Versione di Giuda - Dario Ferrari
Despite being utterly fed up with detective stories, I gave this book a try because I liked La Ricreazione E' Finita so much.
The Man in the Red Coat - Julian Barnes
Ok. This one is on me. The other week - short of ideas - I picked the first Julian Barnes book that was available in my Italian e-library.
McGlue - Ottessa Moshfegh
The other day I thought of the student who many years ago gave me My Year of Rest and Relaxation and decided to read the other Moshfegh books I could get my hands on. Obviously, I couldn't find them in my London libraries, so I had to read them in translation (and in doing so I discovered that Moshfegh's translator is a lady I had met years ago at a literary festival).
The Wind Knows My Name - Isabel Allende
What's cooler than being cool? Ice cold!
Elizabeth Finch - Julian Barnes
In a desperate effort to read recent books, I borrow the latest novel by Julian Barnes.
The Narrow Road to the Deep North - Richard Flanagan
A book that one of my favourite students got for me (and damn, I like that so much more than a bottle of wine!) as he came to visit me on his way to Antarctica.
Perhaps unusually, I feel that the parts of it that will
stay with me the longest will not be the ones set in Burma, but rather the
final chapters covering the lives of the survivors and the lasting impact of
the war. I can’t quite figure out why (perhaps because war and its atrocities
are way more often covered in works of fiction than the long-term personal
implications of conflict?), but it’s quite similar to how I felt about watching
The
Best Years of Our Lives (which I was mind-blown by).
Wednesday 24 April 2024
Castelli di Rabbia - Alessandro Baricco
Baricco is an author that I find fairly constantly good, rarely outstanding, and sometimes just overambitious. Castelli di Rabbia is one of those books that make me err towards overambitious (and possibly, dare I say it, overrated).
An Italian attempt at magical realism involving - among other things - trains doesn't exactly attract me. If One Hundred Years of Solitude has lost its charm for me, it's not like a more contemporary attempt at creating a similar mystique will make me like a book.
And while some of the anecdotes and subplots might be a pleasant enough read, the most they achieved was making me want to look into the actual history of some of those events (like the construction of the Crystal Palace in London) a bit more in depth, but very little more.
Something to Tell You - Hanif Kureishi
L'Eta' Fragile - Donatella Di Pierantonio
One of my customary attempts to read books shortlisted for Italy's most famous literary award.
And one of my customary underwhelmed reactions. Obviously, we need to talk about women and the challenges they face, and how often they can mirror the trauma experienced by previous generations, but I really did struggle with the eternal bleakness of this book.
This is a novel in which (some) women show resilience and independence, and (some) women protect other women, whereas the few men who appear are at best menacing and behind the times and, at worst, openly dangerous. Luckily there is also one stereotypical knight in shining armour who will allow one of the characters to have a moment of peace before, rather predictably, disappearing from the scene and from her life (while still maintaining a Darth Vader-esque presence in the air). Needless to say, I found that the characterization of men (and women too!) in this book left a lot to be desired.
Fiore di Roccia - Ilaria Tuti
The Pilgrimage - Paulo Coelho
Anna - Niccolò Ammaniti
Sunday 11 February 2024
The Little Friend - Donna Tartt
Kitchen - Banana Yoshimoto
This is a book that I remember buying with my dad as a Christmas gift for my mom when I was a little kid. Back then, Banana Yoshimoto was becoming a literary sensation in Italy, then I forgot about her existence until a friend mentioned her a couple of weeks ago.
Kitchen has largely stood the test of time, in particular as a result of the frank way in which it talks about loss, and the presence of the transgender Eriko Tanabe and the people who gravitate around her world.
In many instances I was even willing to "forgive" the book's sentimental passages, but I really didn't feel the need for the ending with its melodramatic night taxi ride to deliver a portion of katsudon.
Anxious People - Frederik Backman
This is the second Scandinavian humorous novel revolving around suicide and loneliness that I've read.
I'm willing to believe that the theme can be given a humorous twist, but I'm not willing to concede that this particular novel is funny (or maybe I just don't get Scandinavian pseudo-dark humour), or deep (it is the sort of novel that might satisfy an urge for people who want to feel that "life is beautiful after all" and watch the Netflix series afterwards).
Even in this case, the long series of very short chapters might work for the busy people who read a book in 5-minute instalments while sipping on a flat-white, but not for snobs who consider themselves semi-serious readers (like me...).
Also, my mom doesn't quite hit all her book recommendations. In particular when she starts them with "I haven't read it, but the critics are saying...". Don't trust the critics!
Saturday 10 February 2024
Questa Non E' Una Canzone d'Amore - Alessandro Robecchi
Yes, what a novel idea. Which is exactly what Robecchi must have thought (and, sadly, exactly what editors and readers alike have thought, given the number of sequels that this book has spurred).
The author appears to be in love with himself, his own sense of humour, and his imaginative metaphors. Much like most authors of books entirely made up of 4-page chapters. Too bad I don't even begin to consider them remotely and/or potentially serious or respectable.
Baugmartner - Paul Auster
And thus one of my favourite authors got a book published just by virtue of being Paul Auster.
This book has no redeeming features. It is a series of short(ish) chapters in the life of the titular character as he grows old. A lot of them look like they were put together haphazardly, and Auster most likely recycled bits and pieces of some of his previous unpublished work to put together the underwhelming story of an ageing academic.
Auster can only be forgiven because of the tough times he's going through, but I doubt an up-and-coming writer would have been able to publish a book of this (low) calibre.
Scheletri - Zerocalcare
Killing Commendatore - Haruki Murakami
Murder Before Evensong - Richard Coles