Incredibly brief reviews of what I’m reading month by month. This does not include all the stuff I read for research, unless it’s also hugely pleasurable (sometimes it is)
I’m continuing to read David Olusoga’s book Black and British: A Forgotten History. I got it for my research and read the ‘bits’ I needed for the chapter I am writing but I am so captivated by his writing and the urgency of the subject that I am reading it all, slowly to absorb it all. I recommend the book but you can also read more of his writing in the Guardian. There is also a TV series available online that is excellent but trust me, Olusoga’s writing is worth getting the book.
Was all about this amazing book:
My god, it is good! In Ruins, by Christopher Woodward. Read it.
I finished The House of Mirth. It was really gripping and I had to read the last couple of chapter all at once, hair standing on end, very emotionally engaged. Brilliant.
My digital book on the go now is David Olusoga’s Black and British: a forgotten history. I’ve bought a biography of the painter Johan Zoffany, by Penelope Treadwell, which I am looking forward to. German-born Zoffany became a big star artist in London and painted many great families. His style is really engaging and beautiful; he is a marvellous colourist and depicter of character. But he also travelled to India and was shipwrecked.
I’m reading The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton, loaded onto my kindle app; reading it mostly on transport, though somewhat slowly. I’ve got Norse Myths by Neil Gaiman on the go, and I listened to The Secret Agent by Joseph Conrad on audiobook, read quite thrillingly by David Threlfall. One night though I had a dream I was a member of an anarchist cell – thanks Conrad!
I finally treated myself to a subscription to the New Yorker, so new short stories every week!
Finally finished Aust’s book about Baader-Meinhof. Exhausting, depressing, hardcore. Worth it though.
For fun I am now reading ‘A GENERAL HISTORY OF THE PYRATES, FROM Their first Rise and Settlement in the Island of Providence, to the present Time.’ by Captain Charles Johnson 1724. Juicy. Yes I’m a Treasure Island fanatic and Black Sails fangirl 🙂 Arrrrr!
And plowing through Delacroix by Simon Lee; I tried to read Delacroix’s own writings but my French just not good enough, and I was just too slow. Must rectify that. I did read Baudelaire’s art criticism, esp of Vernet – ooh so bitchy and fun.
[which reminds me i need to finish the short film i am making about Baudelaire… ]
I started the definitive book about the Baader-Meinhof Group The Baader-Meinhof Complex by Stefan Aust.
Found a book about painter Horace Vernet after terrible fruitless search. Horace Vernet and the Thresholds of Nineteenth-Century Visual Culture (2017)
Read John LeCarre’s The Mission Song (2006), which was pretty dark but gripping.
I read Bad Feminist by Roxane Gay. I laughed and cried, it rings true. Lots of pithy insights. Not too keen on the writing style, but the content makes up for it.
I read Making Time a book about Stanley Kubrick’s Barry Lyndon by Maria Pramaggiore
I have never been a massive Kubrick fan (I like some of his films but not others) but this book made me appreciate his work more and offered many valuable insights into the one film of his I absolutely adore, Barry Lyndon.
I was on holiday and I read THE ESSEX SERPENT by Sarah Perry which was pretty good; recommended.
I read the John LeCarre, nothing much to say about it but it filled a gap.
FEBRUARY AND MARCH 2017
Well those two months flew by … I didnt read anything quite as mesmerising as The Goldfinch which is a pity. I read many books on film theory and film history which I won’t go into here. I also read The Antinomies of Realism by Frederic Jameson which was interesting. I was not all work and no play – I went to see The White Devil at the Sam Wanamaker Playhouse.
However for April I have an old John LeCarre ready to read.
I read The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt. A big sprawling story, often very funny and sad, very much a snapshot of the present age. I was totally captured by Tartt’s world; when I put the book down I was almost amazed to find myself in London in January and not New York or the scruffy suburban fringes of Las Vegas …
The Sellout – Paul Beatty – totally Los Angeles. I could smell LA in those pages. Funny but sad, in a way. I won’t pretend [or patronise] to ‘relate’ to Beatty’s perception but I am glad he has shared it. Worth reading.