I have on the go at the moment Identität geht durch den Magen by Christine Ott, The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy (one of the set texts I’ll be teaching next year) and last night I finished Jean-Christophe Grangé’s latest, Le Jour des Cendres.
I’ve been drawn back again to ‘Disgrace’ by the renowned South African writer and novelist
J M Coetzee. No doubt many if you know his work. He has won many international literary awards. In my mind he is one of the finest authors writing in the English language in modern times.
Without theatricals or menace, his words close round my heart like an icy hand. He is unforgettable. Read him.
@UKfloatedaway writes " You have made that sound irresistible"
I hope I haven’t over-sold it Annajayne. His style is slightly disconcerting at first, because he writes about his characters in the third person single. ‘He does this, he says that, he recognises the other…’’. Thus he distances himself as if forensically but with an touching delicacy from the protagonists, while at the same time exposing their deepest intimacies and uncertainties, thoroughly and without faux-moral scruple. As a literary device it has great narrative power IMO. It is a feature of several of his novels. “Age of Iron” and “Waiting for the Barbarians” are two other works of his that I would also recommend fervently.
I can recommend The Island by Victoria Hislop. It is very prescient as it about an Greek island which was turned into a leper colony. Permanent lock-down.
Actually very moving and heart-warming.
Halfway through The Price of Peace : Money, Democracy, and the Life of John Maynard Keynes Zachary Carter. I’d give it ten out of ten so far and very relevant IMO to the state of the World today. Also reading le Monde de Lucrèe in the never ending endeavor to improve my French, it’s a pleasant relief to ploughing through the Figaro and Var Matin. Also took the plunge and bought Britannia Unchained - an initial browse reveals nothing but misinformation.
Made in America by Bill Bryson. Another of his myth-busters, this time about the Wild West etc. Which was much more prosaic and grubby than the celluloid fictions of my childhood.
A very revealing, exhaustively researched and chuckleworthy history (from the years before the year dot) of the USA, warts, snake oil, old glory and all.
Brutal! There’s was a hardness (or harshness) in so much SA literature and art from the Apartheid era, that for better or for worse is now largely absent.
Disgrace spoiler alert! I’ll never forget the Boer guerilla fighter who killed his daughter for saving his life by sacrificing her honour to the British and thereby disgracing him.