So Much Blue by Percival Everett
if every novel was this good no one would ever need to be unhappy
Tag: novels
A Phone of the Artist as a Young Man by Pierce Day – PART FOUR OF FOUR
am i bitter? am i jealous? am i over the hill??? – a four part review concludes
A Phone of the Artist as a Young Man by Pierce Day – PART THREE OF FOUR
closer to the text, the faults fall away – a four part review continues
Gnomon by Nick Harkaway
a giant book that offers a giant good time
The Baby Is Mine by Oyinkan Braithwaite
short and sweet novelette with a lot going for it
Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner
progressive(ish) proto-modernism from 1880s South Africa
Canopus in Argos: Archives by Doris Lessing
doris lessing’s sci-fi quintet
Four Short(ish) Novels from 2020
can’t stop reading / can’t start doing anything else
who we’re reading when we’re reading murakami by David Karashima
an excellent book about books
Cygnet by Season Butler
a solid contemporary novel
The Man Within by Graham Greene
greene’s messy horny debut
The Counterfeiters by André Gide
a not-dirty-enough-to-be-dirty french novel
The Nickel Boys by Colson Whitehead
a solid, if unambitious, novel from a major contemporary voice
Normal People by Sally Rooney
rooney rooney
Silas Marner by George Eliot
a lovely fucking novel
Other Voices, Other Rooms by Truman Capote
some creepy southern Gothic…
A Wizard Of Earthsea by Ursula Le Guin
i found a book in the street
A Terrible Country by Keith Gessen
a very good contemporary novel
Maurice by E. M. Forster
a snobbish delight
Old Filth by Jane Gardam
my thoughts on literature and class
Go Tell It On The Mountain by James Baldwin
there ain’t no fool like a holy fool
Street of Thieves by Mathias Enard
another ruddy belter from enard who i love
#TotNTV: Translating the Balkans
Three writers and a publisher discuss work in translation
Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
Big books. I have an odd relationship with ’em. The idea of big books, to be honest, I have aContinue Reading
Under the Net by Iris Murdoch
Iris Murdoch is one of the handful of writers who I return to with regular irregularity. Like Graham Greene, VirginiaContinue Reading
Molloy by Samuel Beckett
I’m going to be honest, I did not get what the point of Molloy was. Oooh, it was Beckettian; itContinue Reading
The Birds by Tarjei Vesaas
Obnoxiously (the manner in which I do most things), I read Tarjei Vesaas’ The Birds because Karl Ove Knausgaard refersContinue Reading
Stamboul Train by Graham Greene
I don’t really feel I need to hide it any more – I love the novels of Graham Greene. ThisContinue Reading
Memoir: A History by Ben Yagoda
This will probably be my last blog for a while, as I have a couple of essays to write over theContinue Reading
Shall We Gather At The River by Peter Murphy
I picked this novel up from a massive pile of free books offered by my university a few weeks beforeContinue Reading
Triumph Of The Now 