Right, that’s it – I’m going to end June early. I’m fed up with the books I’m reading: I’m fed up with Harry Mulisch and Tarjei Vesaas and Régis Jauffret and Ernst Weiss and Andreï Makine. I don’t want to read their books. I don’t want to read them right now. I want to read Orlando Figes’ Natasha’s Dance and Wyndham Lewis’ The Revenge for Love, even though there’s not a chance I’ll finish them by the end of the month. (I’m even going to take them off Currently Reading, I have so little intention of reading them at any time that might be considered current).
Here’s my reviews, as usual.