I did also finish The Course of Love, by Alain de Botton recently. This is a story of ordinary married life. I didn’t read it because I specifically wanted to read a story of ordinary married life, but rather because Alain de Botton is one of those authors, who, when he has a new book
The desire for friendship comes quickly. Friendship does not. This is both discouraging and encouraging. Aristotle wrote a lot more about friendship, which I would like to read sometime.
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,