WWW Wednesday is a meme hosted by Sam at Taking on a World of Words. It’s open for anyone to join in and is a great way to share what you’ve been reading! All you have to do is answer three questions and share a link to your blog in the comments section of Sam’s blog.
The three Ws are:
What are you currently reading?
What did you recently finish reading?
What do you think you’ll read next?
Fernando Pessoa: The Book of Disquiet – I feel like underlining every second sentence or more!
Supposedly the diary or autobiography of Bernardo Soares, it’s really a sort of collection of aphorisms, musings, philosophising about art and life
Jane Gardam: The Stories – meticulous attention to detail, utterly graceful, with much sympathy for the neglected and marginalised
Irrepressible artist Isobel has survived most things: miscarriages, her husband’s ordination, the birth of two small and demanding children, and finally the recent death of both her parents in a bizarre suicide pact. A sequence of domestic disasters finally signals to Isobel that perhaps things aren’t quite as rosy as she’d like. With her half of the inheritance, Isobel buys an isolated holiday cottage where she hopes to be able to catch up with some painting. The cottage is idyllic, but odd things keep happening. Doors won’t stay shut, objects go missing and reappear in the wrong places and footsteps are heard when there’s no one there. One of Isobel’s new neighbours suggests that it is the fairies who are responsible…
An easy, fun read, perfect when you are recovering from migraine, and with a lot of understanding for the plight of an artist burdened by family responsibilities.
Andrzej Stasiuk: On the Road to Babadag
Not a travelogue as such. Not enough description – it is too poetic, too lyrical and philosophical, mixing impressions, atmosphere, history, literary references. It is a very personal journey across a troubled part of Europe (Poland, Slovakia, Hungary, Romania and Ukraine) which has experienced huge changes over the past century or so. One to dip into now and again, rather than to read from end-to-end. Perhaps also most meaningful to those who have lived in that part of the world.
A young woman from Quebec writes to the lover who abandoned her, trying to understand how it came to this. All the wrong signals were there from the start, but still, she could not help falling passionately, stupidly, foolishly in love and is torn apart by jealousy and fury. A fierce fresh Canadian voice, silenced all too soon in 2009 by suicide.
Wolfgang Herrndorf: Sand (transl. Tim Mohr)
North Africa, 1972. While the world is reeling from the massacre of Israeli athletes at the Munich Olympics, a series of mysterious events is playing out in the Sahara desert. Four people are murdered in a hippy commune, a suitcase full of money disappears, and a pair of unenthusiastic detectives are assigned to investigate. In the midst of it all, a man with no memory tries to evade his armed pursuers. Who are they? What do they want from him? If he could just recall his own identity he might have a chance of working it out…
Don’t you think that sounds fabulously intriguing? By another author who died far too young, of a brain tumour. (Well, he committed suicide because the brain tumour was incurable).
So, on that cheerful note, do let me know what you are reading, any highs or any lows!