Showing posts with label france. Show all posts
Showing posts with label france. Show all posts

Sunday, December 11, 2016

What I Read When I Read in November, 2016

Since it's now almost mid-December, this post may be a little stale, but hopefully still tasty.

Germinal - Emile Zola. Thanks to Roger Pearson's in-your-face translation, this novel was eons better on the second go-around. True to the spirit of Zola's credo, "I'm here to kick ass and write novels." Well, maybe he didn't say that, but it must have been something like that. And in French.

Tampa - Alissa Nutting. Boy-lita. I still can't believe I enjoyed this novel so much and that I don't mind admitting it. Although, looking back, I've always enjoyed a good novel about a bad character and would take that anytime over a bad novel about a good character. Maybe even a good novel about a good character.

Hungry Heart - Jennifer Weiner. I've never read one of Weiner's novels, but I loved her memoir, so I'm going to read one or more of her fictional works sometime in 2017.

City of Secrets - Stewart O'Nan. I found this novel about Brand, a refugee from WWII Europe who ends up working for the underground in Israel, very confusing at first. I wish the explanation of the backdrop had been a preface rather than a note at the end. Since O'Nan is one of my favorite authors, I'm going to do a reread. One of my reading goals for 2017 is to finish reading every book Stewart O'Nan has written.

Cooked - Jeff Henderson. My only nonfiction for November was an audiobook which I listened to on the way to and from Tulsa Thanksgiving weekend.  Wow and WOW.  Listening to Jeff Henderson narrate the story of his life -- how he went from drug dealer to prisoner to successful chef -- kept me completely entertained and enthralled for hours. The miles just melted away. My favorite read for the month.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

And Pass The Brie While You're At It

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For some reason, summer seems to be the time that I start feeling beautifully mad and Frenchified. Was it only three summers ago that I couldn't bear to listen to any music or read about anyone but Edith Piaf?  Anyway, I'm completely on board with this challenge, more than I originally realized.  Taking a fresh look at my shelves, I'm struck by how Gallic they are:

Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter - Simone de Beauvoir
Nausea - Jean-Paul Sartre
The Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
Les Miserables - Victor Hugo
Cousin Bette - Honore de Balzac

You bet I'm ready -- Allons-y!