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Monday, 1 October 2012

A summer of books: chronicled


So the summer is definitely over. In fact the dull grey (light?) that it leaking in through my window suggests that it has been over for a while. But before we let it go completely and before we greet the autumn with it's pumpkin soups and Halloween masks I would like to say a brief farewell to this, most fantastic of summers.

Living in the capital has never felt quite so urgent and exciting as it did over the last few months. I've loved every second of both the Olympic and Paralympic games. I've been to the stadium, I've seen the athletes, I've eaten the customary sponsorship McDonald's. On top of all that I have been to Rome, I've started a new job, I've trekked for four days across the coast of Southern England and I've read a lot.

Reading is essential for me. I think it's essential for everyone. Last year I spent a lot of my free time writing stories and working on my novel, and whilst I'm still keeping a hand in with that, I've really decided to take a break from the output and enjoy the fine art of absorption. Yes, I've been sponging up novels and stories all summer.

“If you don't have time to read, you don't have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.” 
― Stephen King

Good old Stephen. He knows what he is talking about. And so do a lot of other people. Its universally accepted that good writing stems from good reading. I'm not sure about the latter having to be 'good' exactly. I'll read anything. 

Here's a chronicle of my summer reading:

The Museum of love - Steve Weiner
Great House - Nicole Krauss
Of Love and Other Demons - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Bullet Park - John Cheever
The Long Walk - Stephen King
Under the Dome - Stephen King
Slaughterhouse 5 - Kurt Vonnegurt
The Call of Cthulu and other Weird Stories - H.P Lovecraft
The Murders at Rue Morgue - Edgar Allen Poe
Sound - T.M Wolf

All of them are wonderful but a special mention to Mr Weiner. I've never felt so utterly disorientated or physically ill whilst reading a novel. It makes Naked Lunch look like a absolute picnic.

So what will I be reading in the autumn? I don't know. I just stumble upon things. 
But how about you? Anything interesting on the literary horizon?  Any thoughts on the books above? Let me know and we will have a chat. There's nothing better than a good chat after a reading a book.