I listened to Murder on the Orient Express, -a book I had read already, for my first time with the crew at Close Reads. The first podcast was released last Saturday, and they’ll have four more, two more on the book, and two devoted to questions and answers and to discussing specially the new movie.
I’m reading and savoring My Name is Red. It’s all I want in a book, and all I wanted right now (something different, set in a different place and time.) My best description so far would be Italo Calvino meet Arabian Nights.
And finally, I am reading Surprised by Hope, -after I have had the book for possibly a year in my shelves. (I’m embarrassed, I only have two loans, this one, and Atlas Shrugged, which I may return soon. That second title is easy to come by if I ever decide I want to read it.)
When I cleaned up a bit a week ago, I thought about returning it to its owner, but I said to myself that I still wanted to read it. In a recent conversation with its owner, he made notice of the book, and remembered I had it. I then decided that if I wanted to read it, it was time. I’ve been reading it since yesterday, and I’m glad I started on it.
At the local used book store, A Circle of Quiet was the best finding. I started to read it, but since it’s my own book, I’m also waiting and savoring it. The initial concepts explored by L’Engle dove tailed with My Name is Red. There’s a discussion of what it means to be a representation, a copy, an image. At L’Engle book, from the perspective of the writer, and the person, in a non fiction book, at My Name is Red, what is at stake and discussed, it’s the dilemma or philosophy of art the miniaturists hold as the old and true one, versus the new perversions of that ideal.
These three books are titles I’ve submitted for next year’s book club. If they don’t get voted on, I’m still reading them. I know they are good titles. (I started The Baron in the Trees, and left it, -nothing to do with the book, I just got distracted.) As for Graham Green, I’ve been wanting to read this or any title of his forever.
I also feel in the mood for The Manchurian Candidate, The Firm, by John Grisham, The Spy Who Came from the Cold, by Le Carré, or even The Minority Report, or other titles by Philip K. Dick. Why? I don’t know, there’s much talk about mysteries, and I also want to keep exploring mysteries as seen by other cultures, such as Confessions by Kanae Minato.
We come to my admired Ishiguro. This summer some of us will be reading The Unconsoled. I can’t wait. I probably re-read The Remains of the Day with a friend who is interested.
I’ve been rediscovering my unread art books. The small pocket book, The Impressionists, has surprised me with its quality and readability. I’m enjoying the journey of the varied artist that conform what we know as The Impressionist movement. I love how the writer ties the paintings he presents in the book with his narrative. It’s quite delightful to read the text, look at the pictures, read the pictures blurb, and pass the page. The pictures tell the story along with the words. It’s quite delightful to lose yourself in the small and intimate pages, and look at the details. Grown up version of Where’s Waldo, with added commentary!
I hope to continue with the other books you see, and more I have but have not read yet. I don’t want to stop reading about art, now that I’ve rediscovered the joys of it.
Something totally unrelated. I had never been able to cook spaghetti squash successfully until last Saturday. I looked up at some recipes, and this one at Empowered Sustenance caught my attention.
Look at the picture of the squash,
The tips of cutting the squash horizontally for longer strands, and salting it for 15 minutes to remove the moisture, made this dish a total success.