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Two new book reviews:
- Mary Renault's The Friendly Young Ladies
- Ray Bradbury's The Halloween Tree
Right now I'm reading DWJ's Conrad's Fate, Kinglsey Amis's Booker Prize winner The Old Devils (my review of THAT is going to be mostly my long-in-coming rant about the Booker's love affair with the theme of middle-aged white people ~contemplating their mortality~) and also some of Bradbury's short stories. And also a book of essays for radio by Dylan Thomas, and also Wilfred Owen's poems again, and also Peter Ackroyd's London: the Biography which has been on the go for-fucking-ever because I'm not always in the mood for it. I think I might also be two pages into A.S. Byatt's The Children's Book but I got...distracted. As you can see.
WHAT ARE YOU READING, FLIST? Is it any good? Are middle-aged white people contemplating their mortality, and if so, can we make them stop?
- Mary Renault's The Friendly Young Ladies
- Ray Bradbury's The Halloween Tree
Right now I'm reading DWJ's Conrad's Fate, Kinglsey Amis's Booker Prize winner The Old Devils (my review of THAT is going to be mostly my long-in-coming rant about the Booker's love affair with the theme of middle-aged white people ~contemplating their mortality~) and also some of Bradbury's short stories. And also a book of essays for radio by Dylan Thomas, and also Wilfred Owen's poems again, and also Peter Ackroyd's London: the Biography which has been on the go for-fucking-ever because I'm not always in the mood for it. I think I might also be two pages into A.S. Byatt's The Children's Book but I got...distracted. As you can see.
WHAT ARE YOU READING, FLIST? Is it any good? Are middle-aged white people contemplating their mortality, and if so, can we make them stop?