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Category: Reading

  • Parker, and seeking definition

    This evening, reading The Hunter by Donald Westlake (masquerading as Richard Stark) I got all confused about the eye colour of Parker, the protagonist of the story.

  • “Like a tree.”

    From the first chapter of Richard Stark’s The Hunter: The office women looked at him and shivered. They knew he was a bastard, they knew his big hands were born to slap with, they knew his face would never break into a smile when he looked at a woman. They knew what he was, they […]

  • Permanent jet lag and reading materials

    I have moments of lucidity, some time between mid-afternoon and early evening. I wake up at a decent time in the morning, but that means nothing as I’m useless until I’ve gone back to sleep for another hour or so. I knew already that I don’t function well when deprived of sleep, but this is […]

  • That Which Should Not Be

    Among the things I brought back from Seattle (a bib, a bottle of gin, some cough medicine) was a book of mind rending terror, That Which Should Not Be. Or at least, the blurb suggested it would be a work capable of instilling fear in the most jaded heart. Sadly, they lied.

  • Things aren’t what you’d expect: Fast & Furious 6 and The Milkweed Triptych

    Yesterday we went to see Fast & Furious 6 (it’s been so long since the definite article was dropped that I hardly miss it now). This franchise has gone from a pleasingly mindless cops and robbers yarn, to an embarrassment, to a guilty pleasure and finally has morphed into something halfway decent. More than a […]

  • Jago; a retreat, or a return

    At the weekend I downloaded Jago, a Kim Newman novel I read in paperback more than twenty years ago, then lost, somewhere between home and university or university and work. It is a well-accomplished piece of horror, funny at times but seemingly much darker, or more gruesome, than his other work.

  • Consequences

    Predictably enough, today was an utter write-off; I spent the morning nauseous and crapulent. I couldn’t face food or water until mid-afternoon, and only felt like a human being in the evening. And then the weekend musical celebration of something or other started up.

  • Ribblestrop

    Today I read another book set partly underground, the rather odd Ribblestrop. Rather than being full ofexcrement-encrusted soldiers, it’s populated with some fairly likeable children (one with an indestructible head, another missing a toe but with a mysterious fortune, a feisty heroine, a gang of eccentric Himalayans), some unlikeable or ineffective adults, an underground labyrinth […]

  • The Subterrene War Trilogy

    After devouring the first two parts of Ian Tregillis’ Milkweed Triptych, I was given as a bonus item the first chapter of T. C. McCarthy’s Germline, which seemed a fairly gung-ho future war story. But it was for free and I was in a bookshop in Taipei two weekends ago, so when I found the […]