This blog seems finally to be reflecting my feelings about books: – that is, my only real interest is in reading them, and the whole literary world which surrounds that is beneath contempt. (Previously, I guess it only “induced contempt”). Which isn’t a good attitude for a literary blogger I suppose, since I’m basically not left with anything to say.
Here’s the list. (You can find the film link for yourself – it’s over to the right somewhere; but I haven’t watched many films of late).
Most of May I covered earlier, so I haven’t much to add. – May was always going to be a busy month – busy, that is, in terms of not reading books but being obliged to do other less interesting things; – June, on the other hand, is (aside from the World Cup) almost entirely free (although I do intend to do some writing).
Anyway, here are a few writers:
- Jerzy Pilch is a Polish writer, post-Communist era; and I was really rather impressed. The book I read reminded me a lot of Calvino. (A front-runner, along with Lobo Antunes, for this year’s Obooki Prize. – To be honest, I don’t think he’ll win though).
- José Rodrigues Miguéis (no English Wikipedia page) was a Portuguese writer, though he lived most of his life (in Republican exile) in the United States (from 1935 to his death in 1980). He’s had a few of his books translated.
And that’s about it. The others I’ve covered at some point before, I feel sure.