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)


Well those two months flew by … I didnt read anything quite as mesmerising and 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 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.