Category Archives: re-read

Consolations of the Forest by Sylvain Tesson (translated by Linda Coverdale)

I can’t believe that I have failed to blog about this book before, but I’ve checked both this blog and my old blog and somehow this little gem has slipped through the cracks. Consolations of the Forest by Sylvain Tesson … Continue reading

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A Tale for the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki

“Life is full of stories. Or maybe life is only stories.” I may have mentioned that it’s been a difficult couple of weeks, nothing major just a bit of personal disappointment which has caused me to rethink what I’m doing … Continue reading

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Findings by Kathleen Jamie

“This is what I want to learn: to notice, but not to analyse.” When I read that line I realised that Jamie had latched on, somehow, to my very thoughts, and I realised that most of my reading this year, … Continue reading

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The Wall by Marlen Haushofer (translated by Shaun Whiteside)

“It’s only since I’ve slowed down that the forest around me has come to life.” Yet again I abandoned a book this week, this is becoming a disturbingly regular habit (okay, it’s twice). This time it was Jessica J Lee’s … Continue reading

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Lost Paradise by Cees Nooteboom (translated by Susan Massotty)

“That is what everyone has always been looking for, isn’t it? A lost paradise?” Several years ago before they refurbished and made soulless Manchester’s Central Library, pulping a significant proportion of what was an eclectic and varied collection, I happened across this slender, unassuming little book and unwittingly opened a door I didn’t expect to. […]

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On re-reading

It’s almost the middle of April and I’ve read something like thirteen or fourteen books this year, a number I would previously have easily read in a couple of months, and of those thirteen or fourteen books about half of … Continue reading

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The Body Artist by Don DeLillo

Stashed inside my copy of The Body Artist is a postcard, a faded yellow card with a simple line drawing in turquoise ink of an outdoor scene and some kind of creature on it, a muskrat perhaps, cheerfully stepping over … Continue reading

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