Thursday, 26 March 2009

Oedipus Rex by Sophocles

Even I, with my minimal knowledge of ancient Greek drama, knew this one was going to end badly. This translation (sorry, I forget who by) was dense but not impenetrable. The chorus were rather annoying as I suppose pushy commentators on the action often are ... Sophocles made great use of dramatic irony, as Oedipus railed against the murderer of Laius (himself, of course, as it turns out). It's funny to think that all these centuries later soaps such as Eastenders and Coronation Street are also keen users of irony. I was glad I had read this as it filled a gap in my knowledge, but even at only 54 pages, it wouldn't be my ideal choice of reading.

Day 168; Book 167

Wednesday, 25 March 2009

Finished Falco

Now, most of you will assume as I haven't mentioned the latest Falco mystery since last week that I had finished it, but Mr F wants me to tidy up my loose ends. So just to confirm, I really enjoyed it. There was lots more involving Falco's family, some of it very bad though. We learned lots about the Roman cities in North Africa (Falco has to make a trip there) and amusingly lots about the Greeks who seem very exotic to our protagonist.

Four legs good, two legs bad!

Yes, I've been reading Orwell's Animal Farm. Was it only yesterday I was saying I didn't like analogies? A day is a long time in blogging ... perhaps it is only religious analogies I am not fond of, because I loved this political one. I'm ashamed to say I had never read this. It's beautifully written, with clarity and precision, telling the sad tale of a well-intentioned revolution gone wrong after having been hijacked by an ambitious and completely ruthless character. He's the source of the slogan, "All animals are created equal but some are more equal than others". This totalitarian state is quite horrifying, as is the ending where the animals are told that it's now "Four legs good, two legs better". The concluding images are creepy and horrible. This is only 100 pages and well worth reading. I still had time to read Heat and the Sun, so I think I lived up to my eclectic aims!

Day 168; Book 167

Tuesday, 24 March 2009

Random Readings

Crusoe's Village by Ian Morton is all about the village of Lower Largo in Fife on Scotland's east coast. The village was home to Alexander Selkirk, the real-life Robinson Crusoe from the 17th and 18th centuries. Defoe based his novel about the castaway on him. The village itself is well worth a visit; photos will hopefully follow of the trip made by Mr F and myself.

Three Men in a Boat by Jerome K Jerome is a light-hearted, surprisingly modern read. It was written in 1889 and concerns the trip of 3 men and their dog on a rowing trip up the Thames. Not much really happens, but the author's style is readable and amusing. He is rather reminiscent of a stand-up comedian at times, as one train of thought sets him off on another anecdote, usually embellished for effect. I laughed out loud a couple of times but it was fun throughout. This would be a nice holiday read.

Finally I read Antoine de Saint-Exupery's Little Prince. I'd heard of this as a children's classic but I'm not really keen on fantasy as a genre, and it was a bit whimsical for me at times. As a card-carrying grump at times, I really don't care for whimsy (which is what put me off reading Winnie the Pooh). The ending of the book was very touching though, but I think that it would reduce children to tears (not what I would recommend in a children's classic). Was the ending a religious analogy? I hope not!

Day 167; Book 166

Monday, 23 March 2009

Dirty Little Angels by Chris Tusa

Chris Tusa is an English lecturer and author from Louisiana. Dirty Little Angels is his debut novel, so I was excited to be reading a book by a new writer.

At first I really didn't like the novel's imagery. Everything seems to be ugly or decaying. The imagery was powerful, however, and I remembered how in an art history class I had once complained about the ugliness of a sculpture and how much I hated it, only for my tutor to point out how great an effect that "ugly" image had actually had on me, given that I was talking about it so much. The imagery in Dirty Little Angels is the same: unpleasant but unforgettable. Gradually, too, I came to realise that the imagery was reflecting the state of mind of the protagonist, Hailey.

Hailey seems to me to be another character who is more sinned against than sinning. She is an imperfect but nevertheless sympathetic character, let down far too often by the people in her life who should care most for her. Her story ultimately ends in betrayal and tragedy, in a way which made me think of a heroine from a completely different time and place - Tess Durbeyfield.

The overall atmosphere of the book is darkly Gothic, even though Tusa avoids the cliches normally associated with the New Orleans setting (in fact much of the book is set around Hailey's home, which seems to be in a suburb rather than the inner city). Illness and decay feature prominently.

It's hard to say just what sort of genre this book would fit into. Perhaps Bildungsroman would be closest, although Hailey's maturity in this case is hard-won and ultimately regrettable.

Was it worth reading? Yes, because while it wasn't always enjoyable, it was certainly memorable. I wondered what happened to Hailey next, which is surely one of characteristics of a good book. It should also appeal to senior high school students.

I made a card and I liked it!

Scrapbooking fans, you will be surprised to hear that I have been tempted over to the dark side and embraced my inner card maker! Well, it was Mother's Day, but that doesn't explain why I made a Mother's Day card and then went on to make 4 other cards ...

Friday, 20 March 2009

Mehercule!

*insert other Latin exclamations here*

New job -- head spinning -- still reading my latest Marcus Didius Falco mystery. Hopefully I will have more to report on Monday, loyal readers!