All in all, quite a packed cultural month, although the number of books read wasn’t as high as I’d been expecting (reviews here). I did though read the whole of Dostoevsky’s The Devils, which to me seems a remarkable feat (I have never in my life read such a long book in under a month; in fact, it’s many years since I’ve read anything that long at all – anything fictional, at least). I might even write about it at some point – I’m sure I can find something worth mentioning.
I’ve stuck I believe to my TBR notion: The Devils and In Limbo certainly both qualify as books lying for years on my shelf unread; the Kermode was a Christmas book; the rest leftovers from last year. There were rather too many leftovers in fact, and they’ll likely still take a few months working through.
Paradiso, by José Lezama Lima is taking rather longer than I thought (perhaps around the end of March will be more likely), but I shall plough on into the next book on the Latin American Readalong, which is Yawar Fiesta, by José María Arguedas – considerably shorter, I notice – and hopefully the complexities of his style won’t translate.
I have watched many films too.
Another record I set in this month: I only bought a single book (the least in a month, I should think, since I started working for a living). It was: Montauk, by Max Frisch. I like Max Frisch, and Montauk‘s fairly obscure (in English, at least).