I suspect it's not actually true that I can sit down and read novels, just not in the United States.
Nonetheless, I once again got more reading done in Montreal than at home (and then not much on the flight back):
We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves, by Karen Joy Fowler, is very good, a portrait of a damaged family told by one of the daughters, who talks about trying to figure out what went wrong, and her own sense of identity. (I bought this for the kindle, after seeing it had won an award; Fowler has sf connections but I'd call this mainstream. More later, maybe, if I can decide what counts as spoilery.)
The Old Vengeful, by Anthony Price, is a cold war thriller, from I think 1982; only loosely connected to some of his others, David Audley is there but not a major character. This is one of![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rysmiel's, selected in part for its relative brevity, because it was late enough in my visit that I didn't want to start a 400-page novel.
I also reread a couple of Pat Wrede's Enchanted Forest books, which are on the light and fluffy side; one before the Fowler, the other while traveling home from Montreal.
I don't know what comes next; probably either Nicola Griffith's Hild (which I have from the library and am thinking I have time to at least start and decide whether to buy or wait) or the most recent Terry Pratchett (whichcattitude bought, so there's less temporal urgency). Or maybe I'll finish that book on the history of Spanish, rather than more fiction right now.
Nonetheless, I once again got more reading done in Montreal than at home (and then not much on the flight back):
We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves, by Karen Joy Fowler, is very good, a portrait of a damaged family told by one of the daughters, who talks about trying to figure out what went wrong, and her own sense of identity. (I bought this for the kindle, after seeing it had won an award; Fowler has sf connections but I'd call this mainstream. More later, maybe, if I can decide what counts as spoilery.)
The Old Vengeful, by Anthony Price, is a cold war thriller, from I think 1982; only loosely connected to some of his others, David Audley is there but not a major character. This is one of
rysmiel's, selected in part for its relative brevity, because it was late enough in my visit that I didn't want to start a 400-page novel. I also reread a couple of Pat Wrede's Enchanted Forest books, which are on the light and fluffy side; one before the Fowler, the other while traveling home from Montreal.
I don't know what comes next; probably either Nicola Griffith's Hild (which I have from the library and am thinking I have time to at least start and decide whether to buy or wait) or the most recent Terry Pratchett (which
cattitude bought, so there's less temporal urgency). Or maybe I'll finish that book on the history of Spanish, rather than more fiction right now.Tags: