For the purposes of reminding myself…
This year, when not reading Proust, I have read Phillip Roth, The Plot Against America, and enjoyed the ideas in it, though not so much the voice and culture he is writing from; Fado, by Andrzej Stasiuk – within two pages or less I had made my judgement that this was superb, right up my alley and would never leave my library (bookdepository sent me another one unasked — idiots); Angel of Grozny, Asne Sierestad, which lead me to Anna Politkovskaya and Nothing but the Truth – a dip in and out type of book (she must terrify journalists; how to live up to her standards of truth telling?).
I have also bought Osip Mandelstam – The Noise of Time, and looked into Journey to Armenia.
Now back to the Verdurins and their little set, bickering and plotting in the house on the hill looking out to the sea…
