September didn’t bring the much-awaited additional reading time, since my older son did not start school until the 19th, while other real-life items grated annoyingly on my little reading bubble. Still, it’s been a far better month than August and I’ve even managed to write some reviews. But most of the reading has been rather dark…
Crimeish fiction has made me travel to modern France, Imperial India, Yorkshire, war-torn Germany, post-war rubble of Japan, remote valleys in Basque country, the school gates in Australia and… Culver Valley in England.
- Pascal Garnier: The Eskimo Solution
- Wilkie Collins: The Moonstone
- Hans Fallada: Alone in Berlin (as part of the Literary Classics Which Are Also Crime Stories on CFL)
- David Peace: Tokyo Year Zero
- Dolores Redondo: The Legacy of the Bones (review to come)
- Liane Moriarty: Big Little Lies
- Sophie Hannah: The Narrow Bed
I also started Joanne Jodelka’s Polychrome, set in Poland, and enjoyed it very much for the first two thirds but then lost interest towards the end. So one DNF.
#ReadingRhys meant rereading Smile Please, her unfinished memoirs, and the short story collection Sleep It Off, Lady.
Heartbreakers or books which made me cry, without being mawkish or sentimental, and which I reviewed all together here:
- Patrick Ness: A Monster Calls
- Louise Beech: A Mountain in My Shoe
- Romain Gary: La promesse de l’aube (Promise at Dawn)
- Tessa Hadley: Clever Girl
Finally, a book about my personal musical (and creative) hero:
Simon Critchley: On Bowie
So 15 books, of which 1 DNF, half of the remaining ones crime fiction, equal measures of male/female authors, 5 in translation. However, pretty much all of them were quite sad. Maybe I need to cheer myself up with some lighter reading?
Plans for October include: reading more from my Netgalley backlog, which means Gilly Macmillan’s A Perfect Girl, Nineveh by Henrietta Rose-Innes and Nicotine by Nell Zink. Have the feeling they are not going to be all sunshine and butterflies though…