Book Log - only read one this week (Neate)

[blinker]

The only thing I read this week was Patrick Neate's The City of Tiny Lights, which I mostly read on the subway. It's a mystery set in London with a Ugandan/Indian PI as the protagonist. Mostly a fun book, but with a little too much bathroom humor and cricket references. I need a "Cricket for Readers of British Novels" cheat sheet, because I really have no idea how the game is played. I tried to look it up once, but it was confusing. Mostly it's only a problem when reading Wodehouse, but it was a minor issue in this novel also.

I am also about halfway through Intoxicated by John Barlow, which is turning out to be pretty good. It reminds me a bit of The Road to Wellville. I really liked The Road to Wellville, but it's often the case that when I try to recall the book's name my head comes up with The Well of Loneliness (which I didn't like at all) instead and I have to ask Kelly what it's really called.

Comments

[vasilatos]

Oh, I hate those brainfarts! I have several (which I can't think of offhand), but they drive me absolutely bonkers. All my sympathies.

And Radclyffe Hall had excuses, perhaps. But yeah, the book is inane.

[lcohen]

in an odd bit of synchronicity, i bought the well of loneliness when i made a trip to boston long ago to visit my sister at college--i bought it at a bookstore in harvard square. (she went to lesley college.)

at the time there was little published--it was the era of naiad press. so it was amazing to have anything to read. given that, the book was horribly depressing. at least i could see that things had already improved from that time.

i would love a crib sheet for cricket--sometime i want to go to a match.