Christmas brought me a bounty of reading material; much to my father’s chagrin. My Christmas presents were all fiction as well, as I have been trying to beat down my non-fiction bias lately. Here’s some of the books I’ve got through lately.
- Dead Aid – Dambisa Moyo
- Raising My Voice – Malalai Joya
- Voices of the Fire – Alan Moore
- From Hell - Alan Moore
- The Case of the Pope – Geoffrey Robertson QC
- The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid – Bill Bryson
- The Spy Who Came In From The Cold – John Le Carre
- The Constant Gardener – John Le Carre
- The Man In The High Castle – Philip K Dick
- The Fox/The Captain’s Doll/The Ladybird – D H Lawrence
- The Culture of Narcissism – Christopher Lasch
- Of Mice and Men – John Steinbeck
And I have to whinge about something. What is it about critics and making careless mistakes? I finished John Steinbeck’s ‘Of Mice and Men’ the other day and decided to have a look in ’1001 Books You Must Read Before You Die’ to see what they had to say on the subject.
The author of this particular column (EF apparently) harped on about the symbolic death of the american dream and other hyperbolic fancies, before giving a short synopsis about the wrong characters. It was Candy who wanted to move in with George and Lennie, not Slim. IT WAS CANDY!