Because I'm too lazy to figure out how to do a proper reading journal,
I'm going to continue to inflict my recent reading on you all.
I took a break from the business books that I am supposed to be reading
and got into some proper holiday fiction.
- The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman, Laurence
- The Psychopath Test, Jon Ronson
- Un Lun Dun, China Miéville
- Have His Carcase, Dorothy L. Sayers
- Ready Player One, Ernest Cline
- Hangman's Holiday, Dorothy L. Sayers
*Tristram Shandy* soars above the rest of these. I started reading it
just as wedding prep got ridiculously stressful. It's pleasant, wafting
absurdity was such a welcome escape from logistics, phone calls and
bills. I was surprised by how modern it was too. It's as if one is
watching a scene in some 18th century English country house, and then
Eric Idle pops in wearing an all-white morning suit and starts crooning
It's similar in place to *Tom Jones*, mostly in how it has a fair bit of
bawdy humour and also not a few addresses to critics. I'm guessing both
are functions of the time.
Happily, *Have His Carcase* refers to *Tristram Shandy*. It's one of the
more mysterious of Sayers's mysteries, and a lot of fun. It is very hard
not to like Lord Peter Wimsey. He turns up in the short stories in
*Hangman's Holiday* too.
*Un Lun Dun* is the first China Miéville book I've started reading and
not immediately hurled at a nearby wall. It's a kids book (not even a
"young adult" book), but is fun for all that. *Ready Player One* is
mindless, harmless escapism. It could have done with slightly less geeky
wish fulfilment though: at one point, the protagonist is literally
playing video games all day, except for when he is using his elite
hacker skills to get buff.
*The Psychopath Test* is typical journalist non-fiction.
Currently working through some more anthologies of short stories. Now
that I'm back from holiday will try to get stuck into my non-fiction