You’ll have to wait a bit for mini-reviews, because I can’t upload to my web server.
I spend the first 20 days of July reading purely Spanish literature, some of which I’ve finished, some of which I haven’t. In the end, after 20 days, I’d become sick and tired of Spanish literature, and turned to other things – in particularly my Eastern European project, which started with the rather mad Tadeusz Konwicki. The one book in this project I’ve finished so far was by Egon Hostovský, a Czech writer – a book called The Arsonist, which was so-so.
I read seven books in total, and watched thirteen films – oh no, fourteen films, because I watched Mario Bava’s joyful horror film A Bay of Blood last night (after becoming bored witless watching Superman Returns).
I’ve been thinking this month I should read some Portuguese-language novels, since they rather missed out this month – and I might do a series on lesser-known British novels of the c20th (just because I have a few I’d like to read). But no doubt these ideas will come to nothing.