Only one book came in the mail last week, so Mailbox Monday is pushing it. But many came into my house last week because I stopped at a church rummage sale Friday morning and snagged a couple of books that caught my eye, and I used my Reading Local contest winnings at Title Wave, the Multnomah County Library book store.
Most of the Title Wave books are ex-library, with plenty of stickers, stamps, and tape, but they are in very good condition and make good reading copies. I was lucky though, and got a nice edition of 2666 -- the three volume, boxed, paperback set -- from a stash of uncirculated copies Title Wave is selling for $12.50 (the cover price is $30). I have mixed feelings about this book, so getting a good buy on a cool edition makes me more inclined to read it -- as if that makes any sense.
The Night Gardener by George Pelecanos (which I won in a give away and now cannot for the life of me find my way back to the hosting blog -- sorry!)
Monday, July 13, 2009
Mailbox Monday
Only one book came in the mail last week, so Mailbox Monday is pushing it. But many came into my house last week because I stopped at a church rummage sale Friday morning and snagged a couple of books that caught my eye, and I used my Reading Local contest winnings at Title Wave, the Multnomah County Library book store.
Most of the Title Wave books are ex-library, with plenty of stickers, stamps, and tape, but they are in very good condition and make good reading copies. I was lucky though, and got a nice edition of 2666 -- the three volume, boxed, paperback set -- from a stash of uncirculated copies Title Wave is selling for $12.50 (the cover price is $30). I have mixed feelings about this book, so getting a good buy on a cool edition makes me more inclined to read it -- as if that makes any sense.
The Night Gardener by George Pelecanos (which I won in a give away and now cannot for the life of me find my way back to the hosting blog -- sorry!)
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Sunday, July 12, 2009
Opening Sentence of the Day: Au Revoir to All That
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Saturday, July 11, 2009
Shame of the Village
LibraryThing outed me as the slacker I am.
Long a member of LibraryThing's terrific Early Reviewer program, I have been lucky enough to nab several review copies of interesting books. For a while there, I was the model Early Reviewer. I would have earned an Early Reviewer gold star if they handed them out. Whenever I got a book, I read it immediately and I always wrote a review.
But last fall, I started slacking off. Books would come, and I put them in their own priority TBR stack, and then ignored them. At first, I blamed my new job and house moving, but then, like a kid playing hooky, I just enjoyed seeing how long I could get away with not reading the books. More came in (although not as many as when I was the model participant), and I did not even bother reading the back covers -- I just bunged them into the no-longer-a-priority stack.
Not any more. I got caught! LibraryThing has a new system where Early Reviewers can access a page listing their personal Early Reviewer books and information on the status of the book -- as in, whether you received the book yet and when you posted your review, with a gentle reminder to review the book if you have not done so. It is not an overtly threatening system, but the Power of the List is enough to shame me into fulfilling my duties.
So, coming soon will be a new Rose City Reader List of the Day -- all my Early Reviewer books. And maybe a personal challenge is in the works. Anything to get back that gold star.
Opening Sentence of the Day: After Dinner Speaking
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Friday, July 10, 2009
Review of the Day: Changing Places
In Changing Places, David Lodge’s 1975 novel, American and British college professors exchange teaching positions for part if the 1969 academic year. Mousy Philip Swallow finds himself basking in California sunshine in Berkeley, but embroiled in campus shenanigans, student protests, and an exciting new world of counterculture experimentation. On the other side of the Atlantic, Morris Zapp, a flamboyant and famous Austen scholar takes his new “red brick” college by storm, wowing the English Department as well as the wife of his colleague.
Lodge guides the reader along the crisscrossed paths of the two scholars, from one comical escapade to the next, but never shies away from the difficulties that arise. This is the type of story at which Lodge excels – examining how people react when outside events force them to reexamine what they believe in and hold dear.
He makes it funny, but the underlying dilemmas are as serious as they come. For example, the scene where Zapp realizes that his flight to England was so cheap because it was a charter flight of pregnant women taking advantage of Britain’s newly relaxed abortion laws, includes this passage:
For Morris Zapp is a twentieth-century counterpart of Swift’s Nominal Christian – the Nominal Atheist. Underneath that tough exterior of the free-thinking Jew. . . there is a core of old-fashioned Judaeo-Christian fear-of-the-Lord. If the Apollo astronauts had reported finding a message carved in gigantic letters on the backside of the moon, “Reports of My death are greatly exaggerated,” it would not have surprised Morris Zapp unduly, merely confirmed his deepest misgivings.Religion? References to Jonathon Swift and Mark Twain (and, in the omitted section, T.S. Elliot)? Not typical fodder for a lighthearted novel, scenes like this makes readers laugh, but leave them with plenty to think about.
Lodge eventually followed Changing Places with a sequel called Small World (1984). He wrapped up his academia trilogy with Nice Work (1988).
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Thursday, July 9, 2009
Review: My Latest Grievance
There is a reason Elinor Lipman gets compared to Jane Austen – like Austen, she can dissect a closed community down to its bones, but is so charming and witty about it that the process looks easy and her thoroughness is only admired in later musings.
In My Latest Grievance, Lipman turns her keen eye on academia with the story of Frederica Hatch’s unconventional upbringing at Dewing College in the late 1970s. Born to a duo of bleeding heart professors-turned-dorm-parents and union activists, Frederica is raised in the dorm of their minor all-girls college in Brookline, Massachusetts. When her father’s ex-wife finagles her way into a Dorm Mother job and the bed of the college President, Dewing will never be the same.
With Frederica’s as the beguiling narrator and Lipman’s wit flowing, My Latest Grievance is a novel of contemporary manners not to be missed.
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Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Review: Wall Street
With the stock market still in the doldrums and the dust from the housing bubble explosion still settling, the timing of Steve Fraser’s Wall Street: America’s Dream Palace seems perfect. A concise history of this symbol of American market ingenuity looks like just what we need to understand the mess we are in now. Unfortunately, while entertaining, the book falls short of providing much substantive history, let alone any insight into the current situation.
Fraser’s book is the latest installment in the “Icons of America” series published by the Yale University Press. The series features “short works by leading scholars, critics, and writers on American history, or more properly the image of America in American history, through the lens of a single iconic individual, event, object, or cultural phenomenon.”
Fraser eschewed a chronological approach to his history of Wall Street. Instead of discussing the origins, development, and major events of the American stock market, he chose to organize his narrative around the idea of four archetypes he believes exemplify the spirit of Wall Street. He labels these types the Aristocrat, the Confidence Man, the Hero, and the Immoralist.
According to Fraser, the Aristocrat was an early threat to America’s fledgling democracy in the form of an aristocracy based on speculation – a moneyed class bent on creating a debt-funded plutocracy to replace the republican form of government fought for in the Revolution. The Aristocrat gained wealth and power through “the inequalities and exploitation that trailed in the wake of capitalistic development” and reached his pinnacle of power during the Gilded Age of the late 19th Century.
The Con Man, on the other hand, is not relegated to a particular stage in Wall Street’s development, but is “endemic to market society.” “[C]harming, glib, seductive, even charismatic, often sexy[,]” the Con Man is a trickster who takes advantage of the cupidity of hopeful investors.
The Hero thrives on risk with “Faustian panache” and can be “likened to Napoleon.” In Fraser’s view, the Hero of Wall Street is not someone who accomplishes good or noble feats, but a character living in a “formless infinity of pure money, a universe with no fixed values.” Such a hero achieves fame by being the biggest gambler on Wall Street.
Finally, the Immoralist embodies all the corrupt and corrupting characteristics of Wall Street, including laziness (making money from others’ labor), greed, hedonism, and general depravity.
Fraser’s caricatures are imaginative and appealing because they put faces on what could be a dry treatise with an unbearably heavy emphasis on economic policy. It is a lot easier to read about a speculator like Jesse Livermore who drove a yellow Rolls Royce, wore a sapphire pinkie ring, and shot himself in a hotel cloakroom, than an essay on the development and use of corporate debentures. The problem is that Fraser’s archetypes present a one-sided view of Wall Street. In Fraser’s world, Wall Street has always been populated solely by bad guys – no one wears a white hat. By concentrating on the catastrophes and scandals of Wall Street – the events that shaped Fraser’s archetypes – Fraser limits the scope of the book to what is wrong with the stock market system. Missing is any discussion, necessarily less entertaining, of the national economic growth and personal financial gain enjoyed by millions of Americans because of a centralized stock exchange.
There are other limitations to Fraser’s approach and flaws in his execution. First, for a short book, it jumps around a lot. In each section devoted to a separate archetype, Fraser sets out the information chronologically. This means each chapter starts by going back in time from where the previous chapter left off. Because the Aristocrat dominated an earlier era and the Immoralist developed only later, the time periods discussed in each section do not overlap entirely; there is a general chronological progression through the book. But, there is still a lot of going back and forth in time that gets confusing and impedes the flow of the story.
Second, in addition to overlapping in time, Fraser has trouble sorting the characters into his four pre-assigned cubbyholes. Many of the people he writes about play multiple parts, appearing in one chapter as an example one archetype and in another as a different type. For example, Cornelius Vanderbilt, shows up as an example of all four types – the Aristocrat, the Con Man, the Hero, and the Immoralist. There is something about the same people popping up in different roles like amateur actors in a community playhouse production that diminishes the lofty concepts of archetypes and icons.
The biggest problem with Fraser’s book is a lack of substance. True, it is not meant to be a comprehensive, definitive history of the American stock market, but a short, introductory overview. Fraser is a gifted writer and the words rush by in a sparkling torrent. But it would be nice it there were a little more shoe under all that shine. He includes major historical events almost in passing, without adequately explaining their significance.
Overall, the book reads like an outline for a longer book, stretched out and fluffed up with a lot of exuberant filler words. As for the timing of the book, it is not as perfect as it seems. Fraser finished it when the market was still going strong. From his perspective, the market had recovered from the bursting of the dot.com bubble and 9-11 and things looked good. Now, sitting in the trough of “the worst recession since the Great Depression,” things look so much different. In the current light, his closing has an ominous irony:
Whether Americans will continue nonetheless to find in Wall Street a welcoming place to indulge their romance with risk and dreams of universal abundance remains to be seen.
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Monday, July 6, 2009
Mailbox Monday
Last week was a busy book week, making for a long Mailbox Monday post.
Two came in the mail:
The Ice Chorus by Sarah Stonich (a novel set in Ireland that sounds really, really good -- I am excited about this one).
A Century of November by W. D. Wetherell (they are making this into a movie and I want to read it before I see it).
Also, I celebrated the spirit of Independence Day (and Friday off work) with a shopping spree at a couple of Portland's independent book stores, Second Glance Books (also on facebook, here) and Broadway Books. I went in to use the gift certificates I won by participating in Reading Local's monthly contest, but ended up spending more than my contest winnings -- that's the whole point, right?
From Broadway Books, I got:
Through the Children's Gate: A Home in New York by Adam Gopnik (I loved his Paris to the Moon book)
Alice Waters and Chez Panisse: The Romantic, Impractical, Often Eccentric, Ultimately Brilliant Making of a Food Revolution by Thomas McNamee
The Polysyllabic Spree by Nick Hornby (which I have wanted to read since enjoying High Fidelity so much)
60 Hikes within 60 Miles: Including the Coast, Mount Hood, St. Helens, and the Santiam River by Paul Gerald
and my favorite:
Super Sunday in Newport: Notes From My First Year in Town by Matt Love.
At Second Glance Books, I found many books on my Must Read lists and became instant best book buddies with Rachelle, the friendliest book seller in town:
The Horse's Mouth by Joyce Cary (on Anthony Burgess's list of favorites)
Small Island by Andrea Levy (winner of the Orange Prize and the Costa Book of the Year award)
Thinks . . . by David Lodge
Home Truths by David Lodge
A Cup of Light by Nicole Mones (because I really liked Lost in Translation)
The Bookshop by Penelope Fitzgerald
Jump-Off Creek by Molly Gloss (on my Oregon Books list)
Middleman and Other Stories by Bharati Mukherjee (National Book Critics Circle award winner)
The Fortress of Solitude by Jonathan Lethem (because I loved his National Book Critics Circle award winner, Motherless Brooklyn)
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Sunday, July 5, 2009
Opening Sentence of the Day: Super Sunday in Newport
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Saturday, July 4, 2009
Opening Sentence of the Day: I Capture the Castle
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Friday, July 3, 2009
Review of the Day: The Beggar
Published in 1965, The Beggar is, on the surface at least, the story of Omar’s midlife crisis. While less overtly political than Naguib Mahfouz’s other works, this novella takes on the biggest “political” issue of all – the meaning of life. Omar’s tale is a metaphor for the “midlife crisis” of modern Egypt, 17 years after its 1952 revolution, as both Omar and the country search for meaning after achieving worldly success.
The story reunites three childhood friends all engaged in the same struggle to find the deeper purpose of their adult lives: Othman was a bomb-throwing rebel back in their earlier days. Now, out of prison after 20 years, he is trying to adjust to an Egypt that has adopted the socialist ideals he fought for in his youth. He fights to channel his revolutionary zeal in a post-revolutionary bureaucracy.
Mustafa was an idealistic playwright who sold out and is now the host of a popular radio program sponsored by a snack food company. He embodies the discord between artistic endeavors and modern commerce.
Omar had been an aspiring poet with stars in his eyes, before he became a lawyer and real estate developer. Now, in his 40s, he is bored with his matronly wife and completely indifferent to his law practice. He cannot even get worked up over the news that the government is going to nationalize the apartment buildings he owns. In an effort to recover from this enervating “illness, ” Omar seeks stimulation in the usual combination or wine, women, and song. His reprehensible behavior – abandoning his pregnant wife for a series of trysts with showgirls – demonstrates how the pursuit of mindless, easy entertainment can lead to ruin.
The title comes from a passage in which Mustafa questions whether Omar’s crisis is caused by “suppressed art.” Omar supposes that art may be the solution, but not the cause. Then both wonder whether they would be better off, metaphysically, if they were scientifically inclined, rather than artistically, because science would offer answers that art cannot. Mustafa concludes that they cannot find the solution to Omar’s crisis, stating, “Since there is no revelation in our age, people like you can only go begging.”
The biggest problem is not the content, but the presentation. Mahfouz’s writing style is difficult to follow. He changes verb tenses at random, he uses dialog without identifying the speakers, and he changes the point of view over and over. Often Omar is referred to as “he” and “you” and “I” all in the same passage or even paragraph. It is hard to tell if these are intentional techniques or translation problems, but they are distracting.
These technical problems aside, The Beggar is full to the rim with metaphors and moral issues. It would be a good choice for a high school English class as there is plenty to chew on for such a short book.
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Thursday, July 2, 2009
Opening Sentence of the Day: The Art of Racing in the Rain
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Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Opening Sentence of the Day: That's Amore!
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Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Review of the Day: Death by the Glass
Death by the Glass is the second of Nadia Gordon's Sonny McCoskey mysteries. Sonny is the chef owner of a fancy lunch restaurant in Napa Valley, and an avid amateur sleuth with a grab bag of colorful friends.
Sharpshooter, the first book in what hopefully will be a longer series, involves grape growers and wine makers. This one involves Napa Valley restaurateurs. Both are like a cross between Sex and the City and Nancy Drew, with a big dollop of Kitchen Confidential mixed in. They are a little thin on plot, but thoroughly enjoyable, and the offbeat setting makes them definitely worth reading.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Mailbox Monday
Only the first book on the list came in the mail, so "Mailbox Monday" is really a stretch. Dodsworth and Changing Places came from Daedalus Books, a new favorite that I stumbled across when I was out exploring NW Portland last week. The rest came from Second Hand Prose, my favorite library bookstore. I don't get to Oregon City very often, but I was there for a court appearance Friday, so took the opportunity to load up. Hardbacks are almost all $2, and in very good condition, so it was easy to do.
The Art of Disappearing by Ivy Pochoda (a first novel about real magic -- I'm keeping an open mind)
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Sunday, June 28, 2009
List: The Costa Book of the Year Award
The Costa Book Awards seek to recognize "some of the most enjoyable books of the year by writers based in the UK and Ireland." The awards were formerly known as the the Whitbread Literary Awards from their start in 1971 until 1985 when the name changed to the Whitbread Book Awards. Costa Coffee took over over in 2006, changing the name, but not the purpose, of the awards.
Costa Awards are given in five categories: First Novel, Novel, Biography, Poetry, and Children's Book. The Book of the Year Award debuted in 1985 and is chosen from any of the five categories.
I am not good about poetry and I do not care for sci-fi, so I do know know if I will ever get through all the books on this list. On the other hand, if they really won because they were "most enjoyable," then maybe reading these prize winners would be the easiest way for me to expand my reading horizons.
If anyone else is working through the books on this list, please leave a link in a comment and I will add it to this post.
The books I have read are in red. Those on my TBR shelf are in blue.
Inside the Wave by Helen Dunmore (2017)
Days Without End by Sebastian Barry (2016)
The Lie Tree by Frances Hardinge (2015)
H is for Hawk by Helen McDonald (2014)
The Shock of the Fall by Nathan Filer (2013)
Bring up the Bodies by Hilary Mantel (2012)
Pure by Andrew Miller (2011)
Of Mutability by Jo Shapcott (2010)
A Scattering by Christopher Reid (2009)
The Secret Scripture by Sebastian Barry (2008) (reviewed here)
Day by A.L. Kennedy (2007)
The Tenderness of Wolves by Stef Penney (2006) (reviewed here)
Matisse the Master by Hilary Spurling (2005)
Small Island by Andrea Levy (2004) (reviewed here)
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon (2003)
Samuel Pepys: The Unequalled Self by Claire Tomalin (2002)
The Amber Spyglass by Philip Pullman (2001)
English Passengers by Matthew Kneale (2000)
Beowulf by Seamus Heaney (1999)
Birthday Letters by Ted Hughes (1998)
Tales from Ovid by Ted Hughes (1997)
The Spirit Level by Seamus Heaney (1996)
Behind the Scenes at the Museum by Kate Atkinson (1995) (reviewed here)
Felicia's Journey by William Trevor (1994)
Theory of War by Joan Brady (1993)
Swing Hammer Swing! by Jeff Torrington (1992)
A Life of Picasso by John Richardson (1991)
Hopeful Monsters by Nicholas Mosley (1990)
Coleridge: Early Visions by Richard Holmes (1989)
The Comforts of Madness by Paul Sayer (1988)
Under the Eye of the Clock by Christopher Nolan (1987)
An Artist of the Floating World by Kazuo Ishiguro (1986)
Elegies by Douglas Dunn (1985)
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Saturday, June 27, 2009
Review of the Day: Black Boy (American Hunger)
Richard Wright is famous for his novel, Native Son, which is a classic of American realism, made it to the Modern Library’s list of Top 100 Novels of the 20th Century, and was the first Book of the Month Club title by an African-American author. His autobiography – at least part of it – is an acclaimed account of life in the Jim Crow South.
Only the first part of Richard Wright’s autobiography, Black Boy, was published contemporaneously with his finishing it in 1945. The second part, American Hunger, was not published until 1977.
Understandably. The Black Boy section of his autobiography tells the story of Wright's childhood in the Deep South in the early part of the 1900s. Born on a plantation, abandoned by his father, and raised by a passel of relatives, his was as racist, poverty-stricken, and generally grim a childhood as could be imagined. But American Hunger, the second part of his autobiography is all about Wright’s life as a Communist. Not a sympathetic, leftist intellectual of the 1930s, but a full-fledged, card-carrying Party member and true believer. No wonder he could not get this part of his story published in the 1950s. It would have been scandalous.
Now, after the horrors of Stalin are known and the Soviet Union has disappeared, his story is historically notable, but borderline ludicrous. What is worse is that Wright does not delve into the ideas that made him a Communist, which might have been interesting. He provides only one glowing summary of his fervent belief that Communism was the only solution for mankind, that the world would be in awe of the success of this system based on self-sacrifice, and that Europe would be unable to stand up to the military might of the Soviet Union. He offered this as an introduction to his description of the “glory” of the Soviet-style show trial of one of his Comrades. The rest focuses on the in-fighting among Party members.
Wright's whole point seems to prove that he was the better Communist than the hacks running the Party. He recounts the maneuverings among factions that led to his election as the Party Secretary of his division, detailed conversations with Party sub-officials questioning his loyalty, and his ultimate break with the Party – not over ideology, he insists, but tactics. All this is as tedious as listening to the office receptionist relate the details of her long-standing feud with the HR department.
The Black Boy section of Wright’s autobiography is a must-read. The American Hunger section belongs, like the bankrupt ideology that inspired it, in the dustbin of literary history.
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Thursday, June 25, 2009
Summery Books
Now that summer is here (in the northern hemisphere, anyway), what is the most “Summery” book you can think of? The one that captures the essence of summer for you? (I’m not asking for you to list your ideal “beach reading,” you understand, but the book that you can read at any time of year but that evokes “summer.”)This is harder than it seems. There are several books that make me think of hot weather, such as Under the Volcano by Malcolm Lowry or the whole Alexandria Quartet by Lawrence Durrell, but those are books set in hot climates, not books related to summer in particular. There are also a few books that remind me of summer because I happened to read them in the summer, like Jim Harrison's pre-The Road Home novels, which I tore through in the summer of 1994. But I guess if I had to pick one novel that captures the idea of summer, I would go with Huckleberry Finn. The adventures, the river, the kid out of school -- it all feels like summer. In fact, this one is going back on my TBR shelf to re-read this summer.
Author of the Day: Nick Hornby
Nick Hornby is a favorite author of mine because I enjoyed High Fidelity so much.
I did not realize he had so many non-fiction books in addition to his novels. Fever Pitch is a memoir about being an avid football fan. Songbook is a collection of essays inspired by certain pop songs. The last three on the list intrigue me the most because they are collections of Hornby's book reviews from The Believer magazine.
Those I have read are in red; those on my TBR shelf are in blue.
Novels
(1995) High Fidelity (reviewed here)
(1998) About a Boy
(2001) How to Be Good
(2005) A Long Way Down
(2007) Slam
(2009) Juliet, Naked (reviewed here)
Non-Fiction
(1992) Fever Pitch
(2003) Songbook (called 31 Songs in England)
(2004) The Polysyllabic Spree (reviewed here)
(2006) Housekeeping vs. the Dirt
(2008) Shakespeare Wrote for Money
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Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Opening Sentences of the Day: The Beggar and Changing Places
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Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Review of the Day: High Fidelity
Nick Hornby's High Fidelity is the guy version of Bridget Jones’s Diary, only even funnier.
Rob, the slacker hero, mopes around his used record store, obsessing on the girlfriend who just dumped him and on all his prior failed relationships. Fanatically opinionated, phobic about commitment, and neurotic to the core, Rob is the Everyman of the post-sexual revolution era. There is a little something of Rob in all bad boyfriends and good husbands, which is what makes him so appealing.
In keeping with the theme of the book, my Top Five Favorite Lines from High Fidelity, in the order of appearance:
Discussing his first real girlfriend: “Sometimes I got so bored of trying to touch her breasts that I would try to touch between her legs, a gesture that had a sort of self-parodying wit about it: it was like trying to borrow a fiver, getting turned down, and asking to borrow fifty quid instead.”
Discussing teenage romance in general: “Attack and defense, invasion and repulsion . . . it was as if breasts were little pieces of property that had been unlawfully annexed by the opposite sex – they were rightfully ours and we wanted them back.”
“They’re as close to being mad as makes no difference.”
Discussing obscure bands: “[S]omeone with a cult following which could arrive together in the same car.”
“[M]y friends don’t seem to be friends at all but people whose phone numbers I haven’t lost.”
Why, why, why did I wait so long to read this book? If I had read it when it came out in 1995, I could have already re-read it a couple of times. Now I have to wait at least a few years to enjoy it fresh and I don’t want to wait.
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