Joshua Ferris' Then We Came to the End Little Brown, 2007 One might accuse writers like Doug Harris and Joshua Ferris of trying to be clever in having chosen unusual narrative perspectives for their novels: You comma Idiot is told in the second-person and Then We Came to the End
Arnold Bennett, Riceyman Steps Grosset & Dunlap (1923) My experience with Arnold Bennett's fiction can be easily summed up: The Old Wives' Tale (1908). But what I lack in experience, I make up for in enthusiasm: I loved that novel. I was expecting it to be old-fashioned, dreary and a
Bohumil Hrabal's Too Loud a Solitude Translated from the Czech by Michael Henry Heim 1976 Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1990 I'd never heard of this book until I read Gina Ochsner's The Russian Dreambook of Colour and Flight (2009). There is a link on her website, to an interview, in which
Welcome to my third bookish Friday. Have I mentioned how much fun I'm having with Fridays now? It's not much of a stretch to assume that most people who are writing books are somewhat bookish themselves. But I don't think it's always true. I heard an interview with Katherine Neville
Nobody was waiting for Clare Clark's Savage Lands when I initially borrowed it from the library, having requested it weeks ahead when the Orange Prize longlist had been announced. So I was really surprised when it came time to renew it and I found that it had a hold queue,
