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All the Poetry! (Part One)

After slowly reading and becoming enthralled by Ted Hughes’ collection Crow, I feel better equipped for my long journey into the world of poetry. Although I’m not entirely sure how to go about writing reviews of poetry books, I’d like to at least chronicle the collections I’m reading in the hope that it might serve as an interesting (although in no way authoritative) guide for other people out there who might want to read more poetry. Continue reading “All the Poetry! (Part One)”

The Proof – César Aira

Yesterday the postman brought me something that always comes as a nice surprise: the latest book from And Other Stories, an independent publisher of translated fiction who offer a book subscription service in order to fund their projects. This time it was The Proof by César Aira that arrived at my doorstep, a ‘novelita’ originally published in 1992 and now translated into English for the first time by Nick Caistor. Continue reading “The Proof – César Aira”

The Truth About the Harry Quebert Affair – Joël Dicker

When I initially picked up this book a while back in a charity shop, I was under the impression from the blurb and the testimonials on the cover that it would be a more-or-less straightforward crime thriller. It was only after rediscovering the fabulous HHhH that I decided to start reading it, because I noticed that they were both translated by Sam Taylor (whose future translations I’m definitely going to look out for, because he sure knows how to pick them!). I certainly wasn’t disappointed: The Truth About the Harry Quebert Affair is indeed a thrilling page-turner that centres around a labyrinthine murder investigation, but what I really loved was the skew of metafiction that gives it an extra layer of complexity and interest. Continue reading “The Truth About the Harry Quebert Affair – Joël Dicker”

Crow – Ted Hughes

So, here we are: after many months of dipping in and out, of struggling and re-reading and feeling mystified, I have reached the end of Crow. I was absolutely determined to like it, and to begin with it was sheer bloody-mindedness that kept me going. But little by little, I did start to ‘get’ it and by the end, I was hugely enjoying it. Continue reading “Crow – Ted Hughes”

On the book struggles of moving to Spain

I’ve never counted the number of books I own, because I think it would scare me. It’s definitely somewhere in the triple figures, but other than that I don’t even want to guess. Every year I have the struggle of choosing which books to take from my gargantuan bookcases at home and transport to my university accommodation, where they pile up on the floor* and glare at me as they get slowly dusty**. Continue reading “On the book struggles of moving to Spain”