Not my most productive reading month, tempting though it might have been to bury myself in a book instead of dealing with removal minutiae.
Isabel Costello: Paris Mon Amour
Colin Niel: Ce qui reste en foret
GrażynaPlebanek: Illegal Liaisons (transl. by Danusia Stok) – also for WIT month, see below.
Valerie Gilliard: Le Canal – likewise, a candidate for WIT month
This is going more slowly than I expected, mostly because all sorts of other books get in the way.
Fred Vargas: A Climate of Fear
Ragnar Jonasson: Blackout
Anne Korkeakivi: Shining Sea
Michael Stanley: A Death in the Family
K.A. Richardson: I’ve Been Watching You – serial killer, tortured women, evil twins – not my cup of tea
Jaume Cabre: Confessions
Akira Mizubayashi: Une langue venue d’ailleurs
I have a feeling the August reading will be a bit of a mish-mash too, but I’ve deliberately set some books aside for reading during packing and before unpacking at the other end. Tony Malone also kindly reminded me that August is Women in Translation month, so here are some books I have planned for that, even at the risk of it interfering with my #20booksofsummer goals.
The one I look forward to most is the one I’ve been saving up for the summer:
- Clarice Lispector: Near to the Wild Heart (her debut novel – a reread, but it’s been so long ago, that it will feel like a fresh read)
As always, I seem to have a sizeable chunk of French (or Swiss) books:
- Valerie Gilliard: Le Canal
- Madame du Chatelet: Discours sur le bonheur (How to Be Happy)
- Muriel Barbery: The Life of Elves
- Marie Darrieussecq: Men
Two tense, thriller-like books from Eastern Europe:
- Rodica Ojog-Brasoveanu: Cutia cu nasturi (The Box with Buttons)
- Grażyna Plebanek: Illegal Liaisons – no, it wasn’t a thriller, I was wrong about that
And that’s probably ambitious enough already! Once things calm down in September, and the children go to school, I am planning to contribute some articles for Crime Fiction Lover’s Classics in September feature. Early days yet, but I was thinking of something along the lines ‘Classic novels with more than a hint of crime’ and possibly also a re-read of The Moonstone (the novel which supposedly started all this crime fiction madness).