(Had to swap out the Conan video with the Letterman video from the week before…)
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If you haven’t read “The Siege of Krishnapur”, by J.G. Farrell, its themes are right up your alley, and it’s the best novel I’ve read in eons.
I’ve been trying for a solid week to find time to tell you that (not the right place, I know, but all that’s available — and your friends might like it too).
For once, a back-cover blurb makes perfect sense:
“What a book. It has everything you could expect to find in a big old-fashioned novel or several of them — characters, suspense, military action, romantic attachments, satire, wit, tenderness, philosophy. In my family, nobody, from the age of eighteen to over sixty, could put it down.” — Mary McCarthy
(She forgot science, religion, culture, gender education — it’s a very timely book.)
By “big”, she doesn’t mean long — the width of the paperback spine is 2 centimetres. It manages to be propelling and absorbing at once, a very active and reflective book, whose subject in Farrell’s hands — “cannibalizing”, as he says, many firsthand accounts — is completely fascinating.
(If you do happen to take a look at it, don’t read the Introduction beforehand. It gives the story away, and would ruin a great part of the pleasure of reading it.)
Thanks for the tip! Some day I will have the time to read novels again…
If you really don’t have time to read novels (you must be mistaken — you say you travel?), I will offer you a poem.
(Not instead, though — do try the novel.)
The plovers come down hard, then clear again
For they are the embodiment of rain.
– Paul Muldoon.
Metrically, musically, verbally, imagistically, conceptually perfect.
It was in a book about three inches thick of his collected poems, which I was not cottoning to — the wrong way to make his acquaintance, in a slab, and the tones just weren’t what I could tolerate at the time, though I knew I could admire them.
It amused me to find that in that very long book I knew I was laying aside for some time to come, there were two lines that would let me go, but not entirely.