The Reader by Bernhard Schlink is our next book, and we'll be talking about it at my place.
Date still to be confirmed.
A Brixton Area Book Group.
So the Road was great: "Sparsely but compellingly written, the bare bones of a story, but oddlysatisfying. Macabre."
We liked Rough Crossings, and picked a short book this time. The Road by Cormac McCarthy. Angus says sorry it's a bit miserable and post-apocalyptic.
June's book was Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan.
Next up - A Beautiful Mind by Sylvia Nasar. A
We talked over a strange collection of sea-faring dishes, and I'd like to hear anyone else's thoughts.
The Solitaire Mystery by Jostein Gaarder
Though this truly is a more than substantial tome; and in the first 283 pages the monster himself has still not made any actual appearance; and though the writing throughout is not illiberally sprinkled with double negatives and other like infelicities; and though it even contains a monster of a sentence occupying one page to itself; this sentence appearing in a chapter - number 42 - devoted to the terrifying nature of the colour white; which chapter I read the day before I met my friend's albino hamster and thought "Melville thou'rt an egregious plonker"; and I would add that my friend also has a white over-stuffed sofa in which I am equally unable to discover any mystic terror*; and to make matters worse, I am unable to exert any directorial control over the cinematographic theatre of my mind, where Geoffrey Rush and Johnny Depp are firmly established in the roles of Ahab and Starbuck;
yet I remain determined to overcome, to succeed in the mad endeavour and finish this book, and am still approximately on target at fifteen pages per diem.
I just lent my copy of Moby Dick on to Justin - how are the rest of you doing?
Will the meaning slip past us, and the experience just be a bit like reading Master and Commander in slow motion?
And in the 1960s, there was a cartoon series, originally created by Alex Toth for Hanna-Barbera. He had a seal side-kick called Scooby, and helped two kids fight people like Manta Menace.
Next time, it's Heart Songs by Annie Proulx. We're meeting at my place, on 16 October.
Next time round, Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro, on September 11 at Justin's house.
Shouldn't that be the Anti-Social History of the Machine Gun, you ask?
Karen Armstrong's History of Islam was somewhat lacking in personality, we found. So we're fleeing gratefully to the comforting shelter of fiction.
We all enjoyed "Snow", and it seems a good idea to get some gen on Islam. So the next book will be Islam: A Short History by Karen Armstrong.Central to her reading of history is the notion that premodern cultures possessed two complementary and indispensable ways of thinking, speaking and knowing: mythos and logos. Mythos was concerned with meaning; it "provided people with a context that made sense of their day-to-day lives; it directed their attention to the eternal and the universal." Logos, on the other hand, dealt with practical matters. It forged ahead, elaborating on old insights, mastering the environment, and creating fresh and new things. Armstrong argues that modern Western society has lost the sense of mythos and enshrined logos as its foundation. Mythical narratives and the rituals and meanings attached to them have ceded authority to that which is rational, pragmatic and scientific - but which does not assuage human pain or sorrow, and cannot answer questions about the ultimate value of human life. However, far from embarking on a wholesale rejection of the modern emphasis in favour of the old balance, the author contends, religious fundamentalists unwittingly turn the mythos of their faith into logos. Fundamentalism is a child of modernity, and fundamentalists are fundamentally modern.
Reading Snow, I've been wondering how much of the background is real, and how much is fictionalised.
Next time -- Snow by Orhan Pamuk.