I want to post some thoughts on the books I read last year, before I forget about them completely. Goodness, I swear my memory gets worse and worse. Must be the drinking.
I read some pretty great stuff last year, spanning a wide range of the human experience - love, death, struggles, intrigue, 18th century French meat products, sexy vampires. Without further ado, etc., etc.
Master and Commander - Patrick O'Brian
This is the first in that series about sailing around in your fancy ship boarding other fancy ships. It was pretty great, but I am not sure I'm ready to commit to reading the entire long series, like my parents or my friend Natalie have. This was pretty good about getting into the nitty gritty practicalities of life at sea without getting you confused by the seafaring jargon. There was also a handy diagram in the front of the ol' boat if you wanted to check up on your rigging. I was hoping that there might be more homoerotic subtext between Captain Aubrey and Stephen Maturin, but I assume that appears more in later books - it's maturin' throughout the series. (Pun!) Then you can 'ship them as a couple. (Double pun!!)
Persepolis - Marjane Satrapi
This was pretty great, I remember really liking the b & w art, especially all the little girls at school in their headscarves. I wonder if the animated movie version was any good?
Club Dead - Charlaine Harris
I haven't a clue what happened in this book, I don't remember which of the Sookie Stackhouse novels is which. I expect there was some vampire shagging, and too much stuff about were-panthers. (Were-panthers, were-tigers, were-foxes etc: RIDICULOUS. I hope that sort of thing hasn't infested the True Blood tv show too much yet.)
The Truth - Terry Pratchett
Ok, I see what must have happened here. If I was reading both Charlaine Harris and Terry Pratchett, I must have been on a plane. This was a solid Pratchett, it was about the development of the printing press and newspapers. Some interesting stuff about the magical properties of movable type, and the outrageous truth-telling potential of the media. The only thing is that the protagonist was obviously gay, but ends up with a tacked-on female love interest. (I know, I just want extra gay in all my reading, but still.)
The Belly of Paris - Emile Zola
This Zola is about the Les Halles food market in Paris. It is glorious, full of lush descriptions of all the foodstuffs in the thriving and vast markets. Even the vegetables sound exciting, but Zola really goes all out when describing what goes on in the central setting of the book, which is a market -adjacent charcuterie. (A business where they prepare meat products, like pates, sausages, bacons, confits, etc.) The French really can make an extraordinary array of delicious foods out of pork fat. This book is not for vegetarians.
I think Zola's point is that all this food makes you decadent, resistant to change and greedy. Still makes it sound bloody delicious, though. The human angle in this book is about the gossipy relationships between market vendors and how everyone conspires to condemn an innocent man.
Interestingly, the translator of my edition claims he doesn't even like Zola's writing very much. He is a food writer, he's just in it for the pork products, too. Most of the footnotes are bacon-specific.
Carry On, Jeeves - P.G. Wodehouse
Jeeves and Bertie! Excellent stuff. This story collection begins with the arrival of Jeeves in Bertie's life - Jeeves Takes Charge. Yes he does.
Cider With Rosie - Laurie Lee
I can't remember a single thing about this novel was like, except that it had a nostalgic kind of mood. I also have vague personal feeling of guilt, because I bought Cider With Rosie from a bookshop, read it on the commute to my crappy summer job, and returned it two days later, pretending that I thought it was rubbish.
Middlesex - Jeffrey Eugenides
What a corker! Seriously, I think everyone must love this book. I couldn't stop reading it. I was really annoying for about a week because I was supposed to be having a good time on vacation but I was either reading this book or moping around wishing I was reading this book. Note to self: read less absorbing books when on holiday. In case you don't know what Middlesex is about: it follows three generations of a family who migrate to America (that plot is total Pulitzer-bait, amirite?) beginning in Greece, and the protagonist Callie/Cal and his struggles with gender identity, his family's past, and the American Dream!
Commencement - J. Courtney Sullivan
I borrowed this from Jen and Lucy when I stayed with them - thanks for everything, Jen and Lucy! It's about four best friends who graduate from Smith together, and their divergent paths. There's a good lesbian plotline, obviously, because they start out at Smith.
Girl Meets Boy - Ali Smith
This is a re-read, I still love it. It's about sisters, one sister is madly enthusiastic about life and falls in love with a Geurilla Girls-style eco warrior, and the other sister starts out very anxious and conventional but loosens up. There's some cool stuff where the first sister and her lover go around Inverness graffiti-ing mystifying yet profound slogans on everything. The real strength of this novel, I think, is how Smith totally nails the voices of each sister. Innovative yet totally convincing. Plus who doesn't love a genderqueer love story in their novel.
(Unfortunately this novel was a nominee for the Bad Sex in Fiction Award. Smith does get a bit carried away sometimes, but I didn't mind it at all. I would rather read a passage about sex making you feel like a magical leaping fox than some sort of uncomfortable Philip Roth-style thing in this year's Important Novel.)
Trumpet - Jackie Kay
This is a novel about a jazz trumpeter guy who hides his biological sex, but then when he dies there's a big media reveal that he was born female. It's about his wife and adopted son in the aftermath; I liked the bits with the wife but the novel spends too much time in the voice of the angry and embarrassed son, and the journalist who wants to write a tell-all scandalous book. Left kind of a bad taste, for me. I guess I just wanted everything to work out, and for no one to be mean to the poor trumpet player.
The Little Stranger - Sarah Waters
Some good ghostie bits, but mostly disappointing. My least favourite Waters book so far (except perhaps for the depressing Affinity). Make me want to go back and re-read The Night Watch. Shame, because I was really excited about this one. I still think the cover is fabulous, though.

An Anthropologist on Mars - Oliver Sacks
Having heard Oliver Sacks on the radio, I could tell he was fantastically intelligent and a total sweetheart. These are fascinating vignettes of unusual neurological conditions, and how they affect the lives of people who are affected by them. They include an artist who suddenly becomes colourblind, a surgeon with Tourette's syndrome, and a bit about Temple Grandin. Definitely recommended, and I am about to go read more Oliver Sacks.
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