I had no idea that Neuromancer was his first book, or that he was only 34 years old when he wrote it. I read it when I was 18 or 19 and it had a tremendous impact on me, influencing how I thought about things, and even what careers I considered.
I finished Little, Big last night. I struggled most of the way through it. It had been recommended by quite a few people, most of whom read the same sorts of things I do.
I just never got into it. I felt like all the stories were too disjointed, and I felt like it could have been pared back to just one story and I would have like it more (which wouldn’t have worked in terms of the novel, but still). The second Auberon’s story was the only point at which I felt like I got something out of it and that I was enjoying his writing. The book was good at imagery, but the plot and characterization seemed forced. I’m glad I read it; I’m really glad I’m done reading it.
Now I’m trying to decide between starting Gene Wilder’s first novel The French Whore and John Dunning’s latest The Bookwoman’s Last Fling.
C.S. Forester. I’m liking it more than I thought I would.
I don’t have a huge interest in ships or in that particular part of history, but C.S. Forester can really write, and he is definitely holding my attention. I’m not sure that I’m going to find some deep meaning of life in this, but it’s a good book to read as I’m going to sleep, and Brian has only had to remove it from my face once so far.
I just finished up Terry Pratchett’s Diggers and thought it was okay, but it didn’t really hold my attention. I bought it for 60 cents new, and I definitely thought it was worth that, but I can donate it now to someone else.
I’ve just started John Steinbeck’s America & Americans which is nearly a coffee table book in size and has lots of really neat photos from the 60s and 70s. It’s interesting so far to see how he saw the world at that time. He’s talking about how mobile homes have the same neighborhoods as any other districts. He also talks about how restless people are and of desires to own your own home and how it can both be something wonderful and something to chain you down.
The pictures along with his writing are really cool, and I didn’t really know he had something like that (I read Travels With Charlie) until I came across the book in a stack of my mom’s books labeled “Books of mine I’d like to keep.” I kept every one of them, and they are much cooler than my books. Looking forward to reading them, especially the book of Leonard Cohen poems.
Yeah, I know I’m talkative today, I’m enjoying not playing video games.
I’m reading Using Your Camera by George Schaub. I’m trying to learn the technical terms of photography. So far so good – it’s how to use a 35mm, and I’m still digital, but I figure some of the principles will transfer.
Also The Subtle Knife by Phillip Pullman. I didn’t like His Dark Materials when they first were published, but a good number of people have listed it in their favorites, so I thought I better give it another read. I am definitely enjoying it much more this time around.
I only have a few more pages of that, so I will either start the third in the triology or Conan which Phil lent to me. Probably the latter.
I finally have a nice stack of books to read again, so I don’t need to add to it, but:
Great Expectations was just recommended to me again, and I’ve been in the mood for some Dickens.