Welcome to this week's blog. Here's a roundup of your comments and photos from last week.

Perhaps the less-than-inviting weather in the UK is partly responsible for the large number of books devoured and discussed by TLS readers this week, but there were plenty of contributions from other parts of the world too.

CapeTownBibliophile sparked a discussion of William Gibson's Neuromancer with this admission:

A few weeks ago, I had a misadventure with Neuromancer by William Gibson. I love the Matrix trilogy of films (which used a lot of the ideas in Neuromancer), quite like speculative fiction and sci-fi in general. Gibson's ideas were doubtless very brilliant and prescient, but I found the book unreadable. I decided that page 100 was more than enough benefit of the doubt (for a book that was not very long) to have given it, and calmly closed it never myself to open it again. I generally hate giving up on books (silly, I know, but it makes me feel weak) but I think when you feel like you are reading a computer instruction manual in a foreign language, so great is the volume of invented terms, the time is right to give up.

conedison, meanwhile, was making creative connections between Patrick O'Brian's "mighty waves of Empire and McMurtry's stinging, Texan dust":

Waiting for two, new arrivals in the post – leafing through the first book in Larry McMurtry's Lonesome Dove quartet, I realised that his twin protagonists, Augustus McCrae and Woodrow F. Call, strangely reminded me of Patrick O'Brian's Jack Aubrey and Stephen Maturin. For those of you who like me are fans of the Aubrey/Maturin novels, I heartily recommend McCrae & Call. I think the greatest pleasure derived from both is the deft interweaving of their disparate personalities which culminates in such a satisfying literary fabric... Together, they represent some of the most enjoyable reading I've ever had.

Thaizinred asserted the right to be frivolous:

After several serious reads, I've decided to go the other way and read something deeply silly. Cinder is a sci-fi fairy tale where the titular heroine is a cyborg mechanic. There is also a deadly plague, issues of cyborg rights, possible war with the evil queen of the moon, and of course an upcoming ball. It even finds time to feature a Rapunzel-like hacker imprisoned in an orbiting satellite. Like I said, very silly, but when you spend a good portion of your day reading scientific papers not every leisure book needs to be serious.

ericabuist has just dived into Neil Gaiman's latest novel for adults:

TimHannigan belatedly joined the Jim Crace fan club, after reading his Booker-shortlisted Harvest:

I enjoyed it a lot, and was particularly taken by his style - simple yet pungent. It was strong on the minutiae of the rural scene too, and I wonder if it might fall within the spreading sphere of "the New Nature Writing", which has perhaps now reached into fiction (I started wondering whether this might be happening when I read Cynan Jones' The Dig a while back).

AlleinAllein had a contrastingly disappointing week, after taking on Murakami's After Dark.

I ... have no idea what to make of it. It's very experimental and I like the idea of him trying to write a book that almost unfolds in real time but as a writer, he excels at glacially paced mood pieces so condensing everything into small, timed chapters doesn't really work and the tone is so all over the place that it becomes a mess. This is mostly intentional as we only get small fragments of each characters story, an aspect which worked very well but the main thread of the girl who can't wake up ends up feeling pointless; magical realism is a difficult thing to pull off and he usually does it well but it doesn't fit with anything else and his cinematic storytelling doesn't work either. It's a rare criticism to say a book I didn't like should have been longer but had he got into his usual rhythm, maybe he could have done something with it.

proust asked:

Anyone else a fan of the terrific Craig Russell series of Lennox novels? Set in suitably noirish Glasgow of mid 1950s, there is an irresistible mix of Chandleresque wisecracking and witty Glasgow patter. Incredibly atmospheric evocation of the period. Very hard-boiled, for lovers of the genre. I have read 3 so far, and look forward to the rest. I am surprised that series has not received more critical acclaim. Marvellous detail on industrial Scotland. Cracking good read.

Jantar shared:

laidbackviews made a nonfiction discovery:

A terrific read this week, a story-teller with a tale, and teller of stories. Michael Paterniti takes us to a dirt village in rural Spain, post Franco, a quest for a cheese he came across editing a newsletter for an American deli. The Telling Room is the tale of specific sheep grazing on particular herbs, hand milked, and wheels maturing in a cave underground. And it's rich in people and place; with grudge harboured over decades. It's a writer and his craft and it has me looking for Guzman on the map and wondering what tales Paterniti might want to tell us in the years ahead. But for now go and meet Ambrosio. You won't be disappointed.

R042 discovered an American football book, by the Pulitzer prizewinning journalist and script writer HG Bissinger, that was about much more than sport:

I devoured Friday Night Lights in a few days, and it's a book that left me seriously reconsidering some things I'd taken as given. I'm no lover of the line of thought that sport and popular media are intended to stultify the oppressed class and keep them docile, I think it's on its own somewhat reductive and undervalues art and sport as cultural forces for good. But reading Friday Night Lights and learning about Carter High School and Gary Edwards, about the crushing nihilistic apathy that had set in across post-industrial Texas in the 1980s, about the lack of prospects that the students the book concerns faced and the way in which state education was being ground down by a mixture of policy and pressure from sporting bodies, made me reconsider.

SnowyJohn took time out from his Wuthering Heights reading, for a detour into classic detective fiction:

Also thought I’d try a Simenon, so I read the short but perfectly formed Pietr the Latvian. Maigret is an interesting and entertaining take on the detective genre. It’s nice to have someone who’s a clued up and intelligent investigator but ultimately relies on force of will to get results, especially after reading so much Sherlock Holmes recently, where the fun is all in the seemingly superhuman (but actually perfectly rational) insights. I’m not going to be rushing to read the full Maigret series (partly because there are loads) but it’s always nice to discover another author with a large body of work you can keep as a stand by.

RedBirdFlies shared:

VelmaNebraska made the surprising discovery that Anthony Burgess defeated the Kindle dictonary:

I'm about half way through Anthony Burgess's Nothing Like the Sun, almost certainly because somebody mentioned it on these pages (I probably choose about half my reading these days based on the comments here). I'm not quite sure that I'm enjoying it - perhaps it's better to say that I'm in awe of the writing. I certainly felt much more engaged while reading A Dead Man in Deptford. Perhaps I simply liked his Marlowe better than his Shakespeare, who I'm finding a bit of an annoying tit. I'm amused that my kindle dictionary is unable to offer definitions for so many of the words Burgess uses, so I'm just going with their sound and context (not unlike reading WS for me really).

saadskhan fell for Alain de Botton:

lukethedrifter "stormed through" Amin Maalouf's Samarkand:

Samarkand was really a novel of two halves. The first part, about Omar Khayyam in Persia, Samarkand and elsewhere was superb: readable and interesting, and full of engaging characters. The second half, set in the 19th century and really about modern Persia through the eyes of one of those forest gump style characters who happens always to be in the room when enormous events occur, is much less engaging, and much more annoying. Had the book stuck with Khayyam, I'd have enjoyed it more. As it is, it's an uneven book that I'd nevertheless recommend, with reservations.

Finally, Sara Richards gave her verdict on The Goldfinch.

Reader, I finished The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt. (...) I don't know whether this is as good a book as it could be although it has won so many prizes. The writing owes much to other literature, Harry Potter, Dickens and others. It is a post-modern book in that it concerns itself with surfaces...

Tartt writes of the painter Fabritius that, "It's there in the light rinsed atmosphere, the brush strokes he permits us to see, up close, for exactly what they are - hand worked bristles visible...where paint is paint and yet also feather and bone." And for me this is precisely what bothers me about the book, that we can see too much of its workings, too much of the paint as it were. I think that the book is far too long and self indulgent and could do with a comprehensive edit. I reckon that it could lose a third of its length and not lose much of its substance.... And yet, and yet...I do think it was worth reading, and in a reading life where time was not an issue I would consider reading it again, knowing where I could skip passages and not miss anything of importance.

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