I’m reading

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 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 amost amazed to find myself in London in Janaury 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.