The Chain Reader and Jonathan Franzen

Well if you bought your copy by now you'll know that it was dedicated to me. The secret's out. A smooth move on Mr. Franzen's John's part (I actually call him Jon (his friends don't pronounce the 'h"), he knew I was not crazy about The Corrections (too uncomfortable) and I think in recognition of my ability to make or break a book with my blog he rather touchingly dedicated it to me.

Of course I am fiercely ethical and my praise can not be bought so he should have known better. But you can't blame the guy for trying. He lost Oprah the last time with a strategical misstep, now he's wisened up a bit. I am immune to flattery however and will give an honest review once I get past that first title page.

Frankly I am a bit embarressed and dismayed by all the inevitable attention. Hmm....I wonder why the talk shows haven't called me yet....let me just go check that my ringer isn't turned off....

It's Summer and There's Homework?

Oh... I think they mean working on the home which I've been doing a lot of. Working on the homes to be more exact. Buying one and selling one. No time to read anything of note except a lot of home decor magazines and books and some genre fiction. The Chain Reader hopes to return to full literary capacity in the Fall.

My Mysterious Descent

When the going gets tough I turn to either something I've read before or to genre fiction. I remember one long summer in Mexico lying in the hammock in my cream colored caftan near the pool eating oranges and Maria biscuits and reading an Agatha Christie a day. Since it is summer I decided to recreate the experience---oh well at least the Agatha Christie part of it and I have been reading Agatha Christie and Patricia Moyes, who I tend to like a little better, at a pretty much one-a-day rate. I may have already read them but can never tell the difference and they just wash over me until the end and then I can pick up the next one.
What I'm saying here is: don't expect me to read Buddenbrooks this summer vacation.

Small Island

Who ever thought I would like a book that held the sentences "Me nuh know, Miss Hortense. When me mudda did pregnant dem seh smaddy obeah'r. A likkle spell yah no"? Certainly not me. But I did like Andrea Levy's Small Island very much. It's a story of the Jamaican experience of England back after the Second World War. Something you never hear about. The Jamaican men have fought for England, their motherland that they have learned about ever since they were small at school. They're taught to revere it, expected to fight for it but are completely unwelcome when they arrive on it's shores looking for a home and work. Despite the above horror she does capture the cadence of the voices nicely. The ending is a bit over the top but still it's quite a good book. And something that me nuh know nutin about, until now.

Lest We Forget

In all the bustle forgot I read this too in June and the Unattached House by Emily Eden too. Oh wait---is that the collected works of Proust right next to Kate Atkinson??? Hmm...must of read that too....funny how I forgot....

Surprise!

I knew nothing about this book and read the first chapter sample on the Kindle. I couldn't stop reading it. It was the literary equivalent of Memento or the Usual Suspects where you had to constantly be realigning your understanding of what was going on. It's three separate storylines that become interwoven in the end. Very clever.
The fun too was since I read it on the Kindle I had no physical measure of how much further the book was going. I was too involved in the story to keep an eye on the percentage on the bottom of the screen.  I had just figured everything out and ---pouf---it was over!

Staging a House for Sale