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  2. This was a fun read. I won't go into too many details regarding the plot because the book is very much dependent upon its plot as it moves along. Suffice it to say a man (a fugitive) on the run from the Venezuelan authorities hears of an isolated island in the Pacific that has a reputation for being a place that is uninhabitable for people and he chooses to hide there. On the abandoned island there is a large dilapidated building (referred to as a museum), a Chapel, a swimming pool and a small mill, and the man lives in the museum alone. That is until, one day, a group of strangers suddenly ar
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  4. From the indigo straits to Ossian's seas, on pink and orange sands washed by the vinous sky, crystal boulevards have just risen and crossed, immediately occupied by poor young families who get their food at the greengrocers'. Nothing rich.-- The city! From the bituminous desert, in headlong flight with the sheets of fog spread in frightful bands across the sky, that bends, recedes, descends, formed by the most sinister black smoke that Ocean in mourning can produce, flee helmets, wheels, boats, rumps.-- The battle! Raise your eyes: that arched wooden bridge;
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  6. If you like this book (The Thursday Murder Club (insert by Luna)), you can try reading "A MIRROR ABOVE THE ABYSS" written by Oleg Lurye. The novel tells about different horrific events throughout history, starting from Kennedy's assassination. Check it out: A Mirror Above the Abyss
  7. Just wondering f you would enjoy "Led By The Nose", by Jenny Joseph? Extract from my thread on this book posted in 2005:
  8. 2000 Pay The Devil - Jack Higgins The Journal of Mrs Pepys - Sara George Jesus and the Adman - Rhidian Brook The Spouts of Wrath - Robert Rankin Letter To Daniel (Essays) - Fergal Keane Driving My Father (Bi) - Susan Wicks Of Whom The World Was Not Worthy (B/H) - Marie Chapian Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons Charlotte Grey - Sebastian Faulks The Bull Calves - Naomi Aitchison The Way I Found Her - Rose Tremain Ask Me Tomorrow - `Stan Barstow Four Letters of Love - Niall Williams Quarantine - Jim Crace Close Range (SS)
  9. I have just found out that storing books on their back cover i.e. lying them flat, saves space and that I can get more books in that way. I'd read about this before but gave it a try today and got four - 2 of them very thick - in a space where, stored the conventional way, they were hanging off the side of the shelf (on a bookend). And I don't need bookends! This gives me the opportunity to go through my books, which is second only to reading them. Happy me.
  10. Published in 1930 this is set in Medieval times and is about two men, Narcissus and Goldmund. Narcissus struggles with becoming a monk and Goldmund starts off as his pupil but leaves to become what's termed as a wayfarer - someone who is homeless and travels a lot. Both men come to terms with their chosen way of life and meet again, seeing much change in each other. Narcissus does not regret his life but Goldmund regrets his. This is beautifully written and absolutely absorbing. Recommended
  11. Literally thin-skinned, I suppose, my face catches the wind off the snow-line and flushes with a flush that will never wholly settle. Well: that was a metropolitan vanity, wanting to look young for ever, to pass. I was never a pre-Raphaelite beauty, nor anything but pretty enough to satisfy men who need to be seen with passable women. But now that I am in love with a place which doesn't care how I look, or if I'm happy, happy is how I look, and that's all. My hair will turn grey in any case, my nails chip and flake, my w
  12. Is there for honest Poverty That hings his head, an’ a’ that; The coward-slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a’ that! For a’ that, an’ a’ that. Our toils obscure an’ a’ that, The rank is but the guinea’s stamp, The Man’s the gowd for a’ that. What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin grey, an’ a that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine; A Man’s a Man for a’ that: For a’ that, and a’ that, Their tinsel show, an’ a’ that; The honest man, tho’ e’er sae poor, Is king o’ men for a’ that. Ye see yon birkie ca’d a lord, Wha
  13. This book is sublime. That much is clear but how much of it is fiction and how much is simply Dazai's final thoughts on the world (he committed suicide after this book was completed) is hard to tell. Actually, that's not true. At no point did I ever feel I was reading about the fictional Yozo. I always felt that I was reading Dazai's thoughts. And yet fact and fiction are sometimes the same thing. The book is presented to us as an epistolary novel. A series of notebooks that have been found and explore the mind of a character called Yozo. As a boy he quickly fails to grasp human beings and
  14. There is a fine practice of huge, beefy multi-generational adventures in American writing, however Jeffrey Eugenides' subsequent novel, Middlesex, is most likely the just one described by an all-knowing bisexual. With Dickensian straightforwardness, Cal Stephanides comes to the heart of the matter in the initial sentence. "I was conceived twice: First, as a child young lady, on an amazingly smogless Detroit day in January of 1960; and afterward once more, as a teen kid, in a trauma center close to Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974." Not your standard opening line, however then Middlesex is
  15. Loitering with a vacant eye Along the Grecian gallery, And brooding on my heavy ill, I met a statue standing still. Still in marble stone stood he, And stedfastly he looked at me. "Well met," I thought the look would say, "We both were fashioned far away; We neither knew, when we were young, These Londoners we live among." Still he stood and eyed me hard, An earnest and a grave regard: "What, lad, drooping with your lot? I too would be where I am not. I too survey that endless line Of men whose thoughts are not as mine. Years, ere you stood
  16. Good points Heather. I just wasn't aware of that.
  17. I love books that are difficult to read because of the language. I read a lot of old books. I don't like books that are difficult to read because you can't make out what's going on, or the author keeps skipping back 50 years just as something seems about to happen at last. I don't like books with a message that challenges me, because I suffer from depression and when I read things that make me feel worse than I already do I start feeling my fingernails slipping. Thank goodness, poetry doesn't affect me that way. The Waste Land is pretty grim, but I have no trouble readi
  18. Thanks, Viccie. I'll have to see what is going on here in order to get back into the group again but I'm looking forward to it.
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  20. In the uncertain hour before the morning Near the ending of interminable night At the recurrent end of the unending After the dark dove with the flickering tongue Had passed below the horizon of his homing While the dead leaves still rattled on like tin Over the asphalt where no other sound was Between three districts whence the smoke arose I met one walking, loitering and hurried As if blown towards me like the metal leaves Before the urban dawn wind unresisting. And as I fixed upon the down-turned face That pointed scrutiny with which we challenge The first-met stra
  21. Oh, so pleased you managed to get yourself logged in! Much has happened in BGO in recent years, and not so many of the early members pop in regularly.
  22. I have not been here for ages but got a lovely message from Megustaleer the other day who asked whether I was alright. So nice of you. What am I doing these days? Not much with Corona around the corner. Except for reading, of course!!!
  23. I have a love/hate relationship with summer. I love the fact that I get woken up by the light and the birds at 3:30. And, as long as none of the nighbours are socialising in their gardens, I love that it doesn't get dark until after 10:30. I don't mind the heat if I am walking or relaxing. But I can't sit in the sun or do anything strenuous. I do miss living on the coast where there is usually a breeze. I don't mind being cold in the winter and long as I am wrapped up well. However, I suffer badly with SAD due to the short days and lack of sunlight.
  24. Me too, so do the dogs. I know I ought to get up at 6 to walk them before it's too hot but that's when it's nice and cool in the bedroom so I'm properly asleep. They usually don't get to go out until about 9 as a result and it'll be about 22° by then and 25° when we get back - definitely too hot for comfortable walking unless there's shade.
  25. He hasn't posted since he gave his opinion on the decision to close BGO down. He is still logging on, so must know that we haven't, although I don't know if he is aware of tagesmann's last minute rescue bid. Not posting isn't going to help the rescue. In his absence: "I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine: There sleeps Titania some time of the night, Lull’d in these flowers with dances and delight" From A Mi
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