One more little snippet from Alain de Botton’s How Proust Can Change Your Life. I am actually now into another novel I pulled off the shelf that is a relic from a book club which I never read called The Secret Scripture, by Sebastian Barry, but more on that in another post. This is perhaps
I finished How Proust Can Change Your Life by Alain de Botton on last week’s bus trip. I read his writings discriminately, because he’s not a Christian and all (though I think he badly wants to be really), but I do enjoy them. I love a good British sense of humour and he opens the
So, I did finish The Marriage Plot, by Jeffrey Eugenides, which was good, but not brilliant. This is my problem with modern fiction; sometimes it’s OK, but rarely is it extraordinary, and life is a little too short. At least if you read something from the canon of English literature, even if it’s a slog,
I have some friends who are into books and teaching English and who have been members of past book clubs and the like who are into Jeffrey Eugenides. I’ve never read a novel of his before, but when I came across The Marriage Plot at one of those temporary bookshops that appears in vacant spots
For something else, a little Marilynne Robinson, taken from Tales of the New Creation over at the Rabbit Room: “I feel sometimes as if I were a child who opens its eyes on the world once and sees amazing things it will never know any names for and then has to close its eyes again.