Since I’ve been on holiday for almost two weeks, I was able to finish a few more books than I would have done if I had been going to work. As usual a mixture of the slightly literary with the slightly less serious…, interspersed with dipping in and out of some cookbooks, though not necessarily doing anything practical related to this.
I finally got around to reading Muriel Barbery’s The elegance of the hedgehog – in English though, unlike my ambitious sister who decided to read it in French! I liked it, though I found the ending rather unexpected!
Interestingly the former was a suggestion for the Accra Book Club, but one of the members had given rather negative feedback, so we didn’t add it. I still read it though, and I can see why reactions could be ambivalent. In a way, living in West Africa probably would tend to make me a bit more critical. I liked the different perspectives, but I wasn’t sure that the plot really held together, though some of the individual sections were quite moving. I somewhat resented the ending as being somewhat “colonial”.
The second work is a collection of short stories, including the five short-listed entries for the 2009 Caine Prize for African writing. I had read a few of the stories before, and also personally know some of the authors of those who attended the 2009 workshop which was held outside Accra in April 2009. So there was definitely an element of curiosity to see what the Ghanaian authors would produce.
With the exception of editor Ivor Agyeman-Duah’s An economic history of Ghana: reflections on a
half century of challenges and progress, and Pierre Bayard’s How to talk about books you haven’t read, both of which were books which I dipped into rather than read at a go, the rest of my reading for December 2009 was what most would call genre reading.
There were three crime/thriller novels, one science fiction/fantasy blockbuster and one slim volume which I had been unable to resist buying because it brought back memories of childhood.
David Baldacci’s The whole truth: enjoyable and shall I sadly admit forgettable?
Stieg Larsson’s The girl who played with fire: the second volume of the Swedish Millennium series. Actually the Accra Book Club is reading the first volume as our January selection, which should be fun. Some reviews were not so positive but I enjoyed this second volume, and the especially the focus on Lisbeth Salander.
Last of the crime/thriller trio is Colin Cotterill’s Disco for the departed: Not heavy reading, with some comic elements. Admittedly there was one strand in this book that didn’t relate too much to the main story, but even that was fun, in a slightly macabre sort of way.
I did finish Neal Stephenson’s tome, Anathem, which a colleague lent to me – with a warning that it really was a doorstopper! Definitely not something one could read in bed! It wasn’t easy; I realised rather too late that there was actually a glossary, which would have been a bit more useful had I noticed it earlier. Although I enjoyed it, I wondered if it was too complex and too long…
And finally there was a return to childhood, with a paperback edition of Antoine Saint-Exupery’s The little prince, though regrettably I didn’t buy the colour edition. 😦 I wonder how much I got out of this book as a child, which I am sure I first read in French.