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A long weekend in Dublin

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That’s what we had last weekend. And, obviously, a few books came home with us.

From the Oxfam Bookshop:

  • No Worries – Mark McCrum (2€)
  • Great Bus Journeys of the World – Alexei Sayle and David Stafford (2€)
  • Travels with my Radio – Fi Glover (4€)
  • Just As Well I’m Leaving – Michael Booth (5€)

From Eason:

  • Started Early, Took My Dog – Kate Atkinson
  • The Brightest Star in the Sky – Marian Keyes
  • Eating Animals – Jonathan Safran Foer
  • Germania – Simon Winder

From an outdoor book market:

  • Memoir – John McGahern (4€)
  • A Confederacy of Dunces – John Kennedy Toole (4€)
  • The School at the Chalet – Elinor M. Brent-Dyer (4€)

From Pocketshop at Arlanda on the way back:

  • The Worst Date Ever – Jane Bussmann

Pies and Prejudice – Stuart Maconie

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maconie_piesI found Pies and Prejudice – In Search of the North by Stuart Maconie in the newly extended English language section of one of the lokal bookshops (Norli på Nordre, om noen av mine norske lesere lurer). To my surprise, and glee, they now have a proper section for non-fiction, covering two whole book cases. I celebrated by buying this book, and I am very glad I did. The Times – according to the blurb on the cover – called Maconie «The new Bill Bryson» in their review, and I think they might be on to something.

Maconie writes well, seems to know what he is talking about, and most importantly, conveys a genuine affection for his subject, even the not so pretty bits. And he shows the right sort of attitude.

From [the Henry More Centre], you can stroll through a Perspex walkway to Leeds City Art Gallery, haunt of the teenage Alan Bennett and home to the finest collection of twentieth-century British art outside London. Their online literature encourages visitors to ‘read… mingle… chat… laugh’. Personally, I’d have put ‘look at some pictures’ in there as well but I understand that museums are now so terrified of being thought elitist, so desperate to be ‘inclusive’, that they have to avoid the unspeakable truth, namely that modern art isn’t for everyone. Neither is John Coltrane or Bartók or the ghost stories of Robert Aickman or peaty Laphroaig whisky or English mustard. That’s why they are special and fabulous. Let’s not patronise the public by wet-nursing them like this.
(p. 210)

Maconie has written anothe book called Cider with Roadies. I’ll be reading it.

Mammut-salget

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So. It’s time for the annual mega book sale, so I had to pop out at lunch to try to grab the titles I really wanted. Here’s the list of today’s haul:

  • Midtens rike by Torbjørn Færøvik, 179 kr – having read his book on India, this was top of my list of «must haves» in the sale.
  • Da Emma ble Emma by Peter Gotthardt, 99 kr – one can never have too many books that explain the whole birds and bees thing
  • Bare helt meg, Clarice Bean by Lauren Child, 99 kr – on second thought I should have noted the title and ordered an English version, but I can always do that anyway and save this for a present. I love Lauren Child.
  • Barske ramperim by Gustav Lorentzen, 125 kr – goes without saying.
  • Døde menn går i land by André Bjerke, 79 kr – lovely little pocket-size hardback of a book I’ve been meaning to read.
  • Livets kruseduller by Øistein Kristiansen, 149 kr – both the lass and I love Øisteins blyant, so this was an obvious choice.
  • Paddington i dag by Michael Bond, 39 kr – another one where the English version would have been a better choice.

A Prayer for Owen Meany – John Irving

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irving_meanyThis was a pleasant surprise for me, in terms of John Irving, as I’d concluded I needed to give his novels quite a bit of time before «getting into them». Not so much with this one, it had my interest before I’d reached the 50-page mark.

With around 100 pages left I got to work Monday morning after reading on the bus (as you do), opened the lokal paper’s web edition, saw a picture of Norwegian soldiers in uniform and thought «Huh? We have troops in Vietnam?»

A novel that makes me forget which century I live in? Now that’s a good sign.

It happens occasionally, but not all that frequently. I met a Norwegian who was on an exchange programme from the Norwegian army to the Swedish army in Stockholm once and my first reaction was «But I thought we were at war?», since I was currently embroiled in the Napoleonic wars in the company of Jack Aubrey and Stephen Maturin. This confused the poor bloke no end until one of my friends told him not to worry as my madness was of the harmless sort.

But back to Owen Meany. It’s a compelling story, where you get to know increasing amounts about the end throughout which I frequently find annoying but which Irving makes work. I realised what would happen some time before it happened, but not, I think, before the author intended.

Round-up

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Woooooody’s round-up. Eh, no, sorry, wrong movie.

The Help by Kathryn Stockett
Ok, so I’ve only read half. That half was really rather good, but I find myself unwilling to keep reading because I’ve got an uneasy sense of impending disaster. I might have to do something I would never normally do and find someone who’s finished it and make them tell me what happens. Then I might just finish. We’ll se.

The Other Hand by Chris Cleave
On the back this books gives a very sketchy idea of what it’s about and it asks you, when you’ve read it and want to recommend it to others, not to tell them much beyond «read this», which makes sense, since part of the charm of this book is how the story unfolds. I say «charm», because the book is charming. It is also very life-affirming. However, it is not for the faint-hearted. It deals with refugees and their stories, and the stories are never nice. They all start, as the narrator says, with the phrase «The men came and they…» and there is never a happy ending.  We only get one complete story, but the others are hanging about in the reader’s consciousness and are even more awful for being incomplete. Read it, though.

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Generation A by Douglas Coupland
Served mostly to remind me of why I find it hard to like most new novels. It’s because they aren’t as good as this. This is what a novel should be like.

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India by Torbjørn Færøvik
Excellent. Part travelogue, part condensed history of India. Note to self: Read more of Færøvik’s books.

Books read 2010

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(incomplete, as I was a bad, bad blogger in 2010)

Nåde – Linn Ullman

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ullmannJeg plukket opp Linn Ullmans Nåde på forrige bookcrossingtreff i Trondheim, siden jeg jo til stadighet tenker at jeg burde lest mer norsk samtidslitteratur. Når vi skulle en tur til Oslo i helgen ble den med, delvis fordi den så ut til å være noe jeg kunne bli ferdig med i løpet av turen og dermed sette igjen på OBCZ’en på Oslo S. Og slik ble det. Bokens bookcrossingside finner du her.

Fra forlagets omtale:

Da Johan Sletten blir alvorlig syk, inngår han en avtale med sin kone Mai. Den dagen livet oppleves som uverdig eller uutholdelig, den dagen han blir en byrde for henne og sine omgivelse skal hun bistå ham med en siste handling. Da øyeblikket nærmer seg, er han likevel usikker på om det er dette han vil. Uforvarende krysser ekteparet grensen til et landskap de ikke kjenner, der språket forvitrer og kjærligheten er utrygg.

Det er jo en grei oppsummering av handlingen. Selv synes jeg at boka langt på vei var vakker, men at den kom litt til kort i å skape den nødvendige, vel, nerven for at historien virkelig skulle treffe meg.

Bukkene Bruse på badeland – Bjørn F. Rørvik og Gry Moursund

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Jeg tenkte jeg skulle forsøke å få lagt ut litt fler omtaler av barnebøker som slår an hos treåringen (snart fire, hvordan gikk det til, egentlig?). Dagens bok er en superhit av de helt store her i huset.

RorvikBukkene Bruse på badeland bruker eventyret om bukkene som skal til seters for å gjøre seg fete som utgangspunkt på en riktig så intelligent måte. Det hele starter med at bukkene er på vei til setra som vanlig på begynnelsen av sommeren, og på veien ser de et nytt skilt der det står «Badeland». De bestemmer seg for å sjekke hva dette er for noe. Men trollet har slett ikke tenkt å gå glipp av sin årlige krangel med bukkene, så det følger etter og lager kvalm for både gjester og ansatte på badeland.

De kjente elementene fra eventyret er vevd inn i den nye historien – trippinga over brua er for eksempel blitt til tripping i trappa opp til sklia – så gjenkjennelsesfaktoren er absolutt tilstede, noe som er et stort pluss for målgruppen. Det er også en bok det er gøy å lese høyt, fordi den åpner for mye lek med stemmeleie – som å la den minste bukken snakke mye lysere enn den største bukken – og innlevelse, som når den største bukken roper «Ædda bædda buse, trollet ha’kke truse!» eller trollet småfornærmet lurer på om det virkelig ikke er lov å bare sitte litt under trappa.

Alt i alt: Noe å sette på ønskelisten til jul, kanskje? Både jeg og treåringen gir i hvert fall tommelen opp!

Ah, poor, neglected bookblog

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I guess a catch-up post is in order, and then I need to get back into proper posting. But, really, APRIL? How am I supposed to remember all I’ve read since April?

What with moving house and all, there’s been less time for reading than I could have wished, so there’s less to remember, but still.

Ah, well, let’s see:

Somewhere South of Here by William Kowalski, engaging, now bookcrossed.

Seventy-Seven Clocks by Christopher Fowler. Less funny than I had hoped, but still entertaining. Bookrcossing copy.

Theatre of Fish by Gimlette, found in my father’s colloection, an interesting account of Newfoundland, a place of which I knew very little, now I know a little more.

It’s a Long Way from Penny Apples, autobiography by Bill Cullen. An absorbing read. My two gripes were that though it’s supposed to be a memoir the author is referred to in third person throughout, which to me makes it more impersonal, and that in passages the sentences are waaaaay too short (unlike mine, as you can tell, I rather like run-on sentences). Now bookcrossed.

The Importance of Being Seven and The Double Comfort Safari Club by Alexander McCall Smith. Brilliant, as usual.

The Bronte Project by Jennifer Vandever. Picked up at a bookcrossing meetup in Mainz (of all places). Nice enough, but left me feeling a little, uhm, I don’t know, deflated perhaps?

Tonje Glimmerdal og Vaffelhjarte av Maria Parr. Disse fortjener egentlig egne innlegg, særlig Tonje Glimmerdal som muligens er den beste boka jeg har lest dette årtusenet, uavhengig av genre.

Peat Smoke and Spirit by Andrew Jefford, a reread in preparation for this summer’s  trip to Islay.

Call the Midwife: A True Story of the East End in the 1950ies by Jennifer Worth. A very worthwhile read. I see it’s available from Amazon in a set with its two sequels, and I think I have to ordr it, because I do want to read the sequels.

Vidunderbarn av Roy Jacobsen. Vidunderlig, sår, ekte og gripende.