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Books David Finished in 2016

  • Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Selected Poems (Phoenix Poetry)

    Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Selected Poems (Phoenix Poetry)
    It was nice to sit down and not just read the odd Coleridge poem here and there, but to read several together. One sees, at least in this collection, his Christianity drop away and his gloom increase, and can only speculate on the role opium played in all this. I'm eager now to sit down with the Coleridge biography that's been sitting on my shelf for a decade or so.

  • Tim Powers: Medusa's Web: A Novel

    Tim Powers: Medusa's Web: A Novel
    An artful mix of science fiction and Hollywood fiction that will ring true to those of us who have lived in Hollywood, but were not in "the business." Tim Powers gets the landscape right, and that provides a good grounding for the truly other aliens he creates and those aliens' meddling in human affairs, particular the affairs of an odd family in a gothic estate—such places exist—just a few blocks north of Sunset. Unfortunately, and since I read this novel right after Jeanette Winterson's The Passion this was thrown into stark relief, Powers's sentences get the job done, but that is all.

  • Jeanette Winterson: The Passion

    Jeanette Winterson: The Passion
    I remember when books like Oranges are Not the Only Fruit were appearing and readers around me, readers I respected, were excited. Somehow, though I never picked up a Jeanette Winterson novel until now. My loss. The Passion is a superb historical novel, that is superb precisely because it does not foreground the fustian and tedious detail that weigh down much of that genre, but rather is a book that can be read for its beautiful sentences. Set during the Napoleonic wars it weaves together the story of a cook in Napoleon's army and that of a gambler from Venice. One moves eagerly between the two tales, and the delight is only doubled when the story lines come together. Now, to start getting caught up with the rest of Winterson's work.

  • Zoran Živković: The Compendium of the Dead
    The trilogy concludes in a way that reaffirms the obvious: Zoran Živković is more interested in books and how they are made than in hard-boiled detectives and how they detect. The writer, not Živković, maybe, refers to the books that comprise this trilogy as "vegetarian mysteries," because no one is killed, or if they are they don't stay dead. And yes, this is the kind of book in which in which the author of which appears in the book to comment on it. Not for everyone perhaps, but good fun for those who like that sort of thing.
  • Zoran Živković: The Grand Manuscript
    The plot thickens as detective Dejan Lukić is called in to investigate the disappearance of a novelist from an apartment that, empty, is locked from the inside and which has no other means of egress. The much anticipated manuscript on which that novelist was at work has also disappeared, and as it may or may not have the power to endow those who read it with immortality, we see that once again Živković's bookish world is fantastic. But then books can endow their characters with immortality, so maybe it's not as fantastic as all that. Like the first book in the trilogy, this book can stand on its own, but it is inextricably connected to the first, and some of the philosophical fun will only be apparent to those who've read both.
  • Zoran Živković: The Last Book
    This is the first book in an as yet unpublished trilogy of detective novels by Zoran Živković. Because it is Živković, and tipped off by the title, readers won't be surprised to find that it is bookish and includes elements of fantasy. In this, the first volume, customers of a book store begin to die, though there is no discernible cause of death. The investigations of detective Dejan Lukić reveal that--the fantasy and the bookishness collide--the cause of death may well be a book, the last book, or the book of which the last book is a part. The book reads well on its own, but becomes more interesting after one has read the second in the trilogy and sees how threads begun in the first volume are developed.
  • Giuseppe di Lampedusa: The Leopard

    Giuseppe di Lampedusa: The Leopard
    A self-aware Sicilian prince, the Leopard of the title, in the time of Garibaldi observes the world he has known crumble. Occasionally sad, occasionally furious, he watches for the most part with detachment; his creator, the author, Giuseppe di Lampedusa, views the Prince with humor and affection as he ambles through his life. There is no great action in the book, but Di Lampedusa makes the characters who surround the prince--Sicilians and Northerners, new men and old--human. His compassion for his characters, however flawed they are, reminds one, though the milieu couldn't be more different, of the greatest of all humanist artists, Yasujiro Ozu.

  • Edmund Crispin: Holy Disorders: Gervase Fen #2

    Edmund Crispin: Holy Disorders: Gervase Fen #2
    I guess a novel published in the mid-1940s still qualifies as a Golden Age mystery, and thus legitimately partakes of the cleverness and silliness that characterize that category. One unusual aspect of Edmund Crispin's Gervase Fen books is that the title character, though typically eccentric and erudite, is also entirely unappealing. Indeed one becomes much more interested in characters who appear in this novel, Holy Disorders, but will not return in the rest of the series, because, well, they can't. I'd better stop here before giving anything away, because solving the puzzle is a big part of the attraction of novels of this sort, and advance knowledge would spoil the fun.

  • George Steiner: Errata: An Examined Life

    George Steiner: Errata: An Examined Life
    I've always admired polymaths, and George Steiner definitely falls into that category. He berates himself, near the end of his memoir, Errata, for having spread himself too thin, for not having devoted his career to one or two of the big ideas he has written books about before moving on to other things. For me, though, it's precisely his breadth that fascinates, and it is no surprise that the thing he appears least interested in is himself. He devotes very little of this memoir to what he did when and why, but a lot to what he has thought about, studied, and learned. True, there are one or two chapters that begin with sentences like, "During the war years the French Lycée in Manhattan was a cauldron," but most chapters open with propositions such as: "It is plausible to suppose that the period since August 1914 has been, notably in Europe and Russia, from Madrid to Moscow, from Sicily to the Arctic Circle, the most bestial in recorded history," and proceed from those beginnings in essayistic fashion. Because Steiner is a great mind it is a pleasure to follow his thinking about music, war, place, God, and other topics. I hope that there is still a place in intellectual life for scholars who, like Steiner, decline to devote themselves to a narrow specialty.

  • Virgil: The Aeneid

    Virgil: The Aeneid
    Having no Latin and no Greek I don't know how accurate and faithful Robert Fitzgerald's translations are, but I do know, having read his Iliad and Odyssey, and now his Aeneid, that his versions are my Homer, my Virgil. The rhythm of the sentences, the vocabulary, the images that startle just as much as I'm sure they did in Greek and Latin keep one turning pages, hungry for the next delightful turn of event, turn of phrase. There were moments, reading the Aeneid, where I tired a bit of the nation-building agenda that seems to drive it, but these objections were quickly sloughed off and forgotten. So grand is the work that, as with all successful political art, it quickly rises above parochial concerns. I suppose I should look at some of the newer translations of the classics, but I don't suppose I ever will.

Books Julian Read Recently

  • Kazuo Ishiguro: The Buried Giant: A novel

    Kazuo Ishiguro: The Buried Giant: A novel
    My first Ishiguro, and a new genre for me: Arthurian fantasy romance. In spite of pixies, ogres and dragons, it pretty much worked; I lost myself in the mannered prose and solid storytelling, and now want to know more about that period of history. I regretted the vague ending. There were other loose ends; I don't desire a sequel but if it came I care enough about the characters to want to read it. However, nothing here makes me reach for earlier Ishiguro. (Let me know if I should.) (****)

  • Graham Swift (and 24 others): The Penguin Book of the Beach

    Graham Swift (and 24 others): The Penguin Book of the Beach
    It was a brilliant idea to compile a book of short stories by world writers, all related to the beach: the sand, sun, sparkling sea, swimming, seaweed, fish. (Storms and dead bodies, too, of course.) Perfect reading in the run up to summer, and now I can’t wait to spend time on the real thing. (***)

  • Artemis Cooper: Patrick Leigh Fermor: An Adventure

    Artemis Cooper: Patrick Leigh Fermor: An Adventure
    Patrick Leigh Fermor: adventurer, lover, polyglot, grecophile, author, both bon vivant and frequenter of dive bars, at home with aristocrat and peasant, a person of courage, loyalty, and with an extraordinary gift for friendship. His eventful life is given a splendid and honest telling here. (***)

  • Jennifer Egan: A Visit from the Goon Squad

    Jennifer Egan: A Visit from the Goon Squad
    At first, the chapters came on like short stories about overlapping characters. Then it was annoying that these tour-de-force fragments seemed so arbitrary and hard to piece together. It finally coalesced into a novel--albeit one dashed to pieces--with characters I grew to love. After finishing, I’ve started right back at the beginning, to glean information about them that I missed first time around. It is an irritating book, but written with such verve, passion, inventiveness and skill that all is forgiven and then some. My favorite novel since "Atonement" maybe. (*****)

  • Jhumpa Lahiri: The Namesake

    Jhumpa Lahiri: The Namesake
    A story of an immigrant experience, of growing up, of relationships, told in a relentless present tense. It took me awhile to be wholly interested in the characters, but the straightforward, detailed telling gradually drew me in. (***)

  • Mark Haddon: A Spot of Bother

    Mark Haddon: A Spot of Bother
    (author of the amazing “The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time.”) This, about a UK middle-class family from multiple perspectives, is so light it practically reads itself. The psychological insights and sharp, amusing observations kept my interest. I'm not good with blood, so the gore sometimes made it a queasy read, but mostly it was a lot of fun. (***)

  • Marilynne Robinson: Gilead: A Novel

    Marilynne Robinson: Gilead: A Novel
    A dying pastor in the US Midwest in the 1950s writes a memoir to his young son. A triumph of voice. Novels are related to humanity’s burgeoning empathy. This extended mine. Haunting and affecting. (*****)

Films Julian Watched Recently

  • Spotlight
    A paean to investigative journalism, to having the courage to tell the truth that no one wants to hear, and an encouragement to the Catholic Church to clean up its act. A friend said she appreciated the sober photography, the camera always in the right place, and the classical editing, with no attempt to jazz things up with handheld sequences or fast cuts. The superior writing and acting are more than up to the task of delivering riveting cinema. Timely and excellent. (*****)
  • Bikes vs. Cars
    Passionate documentary of bicycle activism around the world. Activists and drivers see the world as A vs. B. and the underdogs claw a way forward, one cycle lane at a time. It makes me long for a future when we can all just get along without trashing the climate and killing each other. (***)
  • 45 Years
    Woefully underwritten drama about a long-married middle-class UK couple depends on stars Charlotte Rampling and Tom Courtenay for everything, and barely gels. (*)
  • Carol
    Movie a handsome simulacrum of the early 1950s. Music distracting for being a clone of “The Hours.” Leads Cate Blanchett and Rooney Mara excellent. Pacing glacial: why take so long to indicate time passing? That said, it held my attention. This short story long makes us realize how times have changed, and how fortunate we are today. [Theater] (**)
  • Bridge of Spies
    Mid ‘50s. Tom Hanks is an US insurance lawyer sucked into the vortex of the cold war. I was moved by the story, and took it personally, because—all credit to the filmmakers and actors for immersing me in their tale--I realized the uncomfortable fact that--pragmatism versus values--I would compromise my moral principles in the face of enough peer pressure. The movie is the story of a person who resists the pressure, and how important that is for the good of society. I agree. And when push comes to shove, I fear I'll be found wanting. (*****)

Things NC Consumed Recently

  • F. Scott Fitzgerald: The Great Gatsby
    More than forty years on since my last reading, this classic novel is remarkable not so much for its romantic longings as for its emphasis on American violence, its depiction of a country in which California hardly matters and its meeting of the Mid West and East Coast. Plus its succinct nine chapters, its elegant prose and its almost noirish tone: Tom breaking Myrtle's nose would seem to foreshadow Lee Marvin throwing hot coffee in Gloria Grahame's face in The Big Heat - and the use of flashbacks helps too. I'd like to thank the publicity for the recent film version and my current cold for sending me back to the novel (and my young self).
  • Isabelle Eberhardt
    In 1904, Isabelle Eberhardt drowned in the desert, leaving behind, among other things, various writings in French (a novel, travel notes, a journal, short stories), Islam, Lake Geneva, a husband, debauchery in kif, sex and alcohol, and a small collection of male clothing, which she wore habitually, along with her man's name. The lazy say she was an early hippie, because of her nomadic, hedonistic life, and being the first one to die at 27. Lindqvist has her in a line from Villon, Baudelaire, Rimbaud, Celine and Genet. Her story can only get stranger and more fascinating. "In The Shadow of Islam", "The Passionate Nomad", "The Oblivion Seekers" and Annette Kobak's biography are one way in. You'll find there an apt fatal romanticism for vast desert spaces and a depiction of Islam to ponder. Among other things.
  • Listen to Britain - Humphrey Jennings
    Terence Davies is surely right to say Listen to Britain is in part an attempt to define the nation on the eve of its being invaded. But that invasion never came. A little prematurely, Humphrey Jennings's film records what left later, with something messier, less defined usurping through the back door. Terence Davies is surely right to say Listen to Britain is one of the greatest things these islands have produced.
  • Patience (After Sebald)
    Grant Gee's documentary uses a palette of pale black and white, maps and talking heads to comment on W.G. Sebald's The Rings of Saturn, an account of his walk through Suffolk. Unlike the book, where a variety of genres (and photographs) coheres to make a recognisable whole, the film suffers slightly from a lack of direction. It is too specific to serve as an introduction and lacks an overriding arc that might describe a thesis. However, with its archival footage, interviews with the author and shots of the route taken, it is essential viewing for those already in thrall to all things Sebaldian - even if the ending, alas, veers close to Conan Doyle and fairies-in-the-garden territory.
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