Book reading reaches a new low, with only 2 books finished in June (mini-reviews here):
- The Garden Where the Brass Band Played, by Simon Vestdijk: which I read basically in two parts, the first half back in March/April, then the second half in a couple of days in June. The basic plot is a great favourite of mine: a man is in love with a woman who might reciprocate that love but for some reason left vague by the author remains frustratingly unattainable. Lots about classical music, and Carmen in particular, which perhaps was why I struggled for a bit in the middle: the book didn’t really for a time seem to be getting anywhere, but then it picked up again as the love theme reasserted itself.
- Youth Without Youth, by Mircea Eliade: of which I had seen the film by Frances Ford Coppola previously, but which seemed for some reason much better than the film, even though perhaps it’s little different. For a book that’s less the 200 pages, it’s not really very compact: it has no Aristotlean unity, and drags on in the second part through unconnected episodes (increasingly of a religious character).
I saw quite a lot of films again, mostly in the last few days of June. (Possibly I saw more films than this too, I haven’t been keeping such a good record).