I Left My Tent in San Fransisco – Emma Kennedy

kennedy_san_fransiscoI Left My Tent in San Fransisco by Emma Kennedy was one of the books I managed to pick up in Elgin last Saturday. After cracking up over The Tent, the Bucket and Me in February, it was a must-have. When the kindle ran out of battery one evening and I couldn’t immediately lay my hands on the charger, I started it, and I also brought it on the plane, as the kindle is no good during take-off and landing (being «electronic equipment» which has to be switched off).

Emma and her friend Dee go to the USA in 1989. The plan is to get jobs in San Fransisco for two months, earn lots of money and then travel back to New York for flights home, seeing the country on the way. Unfortunately, getting jobs in San Fransisco isn’t as easy as the pair have been lead to believe, and they end up having very little money to cover their trek across the nation.

The book is very funny. It is even laugh-out-loud funny, just like its prequel. It’s less funny than said prequel, but perhaps that’s mostly because I have been camping but I have never travelled across the USA by ground transport, and so the force of recognition is diminished (though not absent, I have, after all, travelled in the USA and also made my way around rather large chunks of Europe by bus).

Some of the best parts of the book concern the people Emma and her friend Dee meet along the way. They have to rely heavily on the kindness of strangers in their travels, and meet some pretty odd characters. To a certain extent this is also where the book is least satisfactory, because the description of the people and the situations are just a bit too shallow or short to really grab me as a reader.

But still: Very, very funny.

Bokbloggsjerka

Tilbake fra en vellykket ferie i Skottland og tid for en ny bokbloggsjerka:

Läser du helst bokserier eller föredrar du fristående böcker eller kanske en mix av båda?

Tja. Hva skal man si? Det korte svaret er en mix av begge. Men det er et interessant spørsmål. En ting som er helt klart er at i den grad jeg leser serier foretrekker jeg de der bøkene egentlig fint kan stå på egen fot eller de som er «ferdige», det vil si der alle bøkene er utkommet og tilgjengelige. Eksempel på det første er Jasper Fforde sine bøker. De er deler av planlagte/pågående serier alle sammen, men hver bok er en avsluttet historie med løse ender mer eller mindre knytt opp. Eksempel på det andre er Robin Hobbs trilogier, som jeg ikke begynner å lese før alle tre volum er kommet ut. Harry Potter er også eksempel på det siste, og det er nettopp den serien som fikkk meg til å sverge å unngå å havne i den fella igjen at jeg må sitte på pinebenken i årevis mens jeg venter på at forfatteren skal somle seg til å skrive neste bok, og der jeg ber tynt til en gud jeg ikke tror på om å passe på vedkommende slik at de ikke blir overkjørt av en buss eller truffet av en meteor eller noe slikt før de har fått fullført serien.

Tålmodighet er ikke en av mine dyder. Som jeg og en av mine beste venner pleier å si: Når de delte ut tålmodighet gadd vi ikke stå i kø.

Fordelen med serier, som jeg ser det, er at man til en viss grad vet på forhånd om man vil like boka når det er den andre, tredje, fjerde osv. i rekken. Med en frittstående bok er muligheten alltid tilstede for at konseptet er helt feil, selv dersom man kjenner og liker forfatterens andre bøker. Selvsagt skjer det med serier at kvaliteten faller eller at forfatteren har en helt annen idé om hvor historien skal enn det man selv hadde tenkt seg, men sjansen er god for at det ikke er helt bom.

Ellers liker jeg også frittstående bøker, og det er vel strengt tatt det jeg leser mest av.

The Last Dragonslayer by Jasper Fforde

The Last Dragonslayer by Jasper Fforde
The Last Dragonslayer by Jasper Fforde

As I said in Smakebit på søndag, when I’d read the first chapter of The Last Dragonslayer on Friday, far too late in the evening already, I didn’t want to put it down, and in other circumstances I probably wouldn’t have. As it was it was Sunday before I finished. And it is a compelling story, with Jennifer Strange as a most compelling heroine. But while I liked it, I really, really liked it, I still felt it fell a little short of perfection (unlike Shades of Gray which really IS perfection).

For while the story is compelling, I felt it lacked something, a little drive, perhaps? And I should have liked to see more of Tiger Prawn, a most worthy sidekick. And I should have liked to see more of the wizards, too, even the ones – or perhaps especially the ones – with a less than sunny personality. And I really want more quarkbeast. Charming creatures, they are.

Now I realise that this is the first book in an intended series, so that hopefully I WILL see more of these characters, but though I adore series, even long series, I still feel that at least the first volume ought to be able to stand on its own two feet. It should leave you wanting more, yes, of course it should, but there is a difference here. Comparing, again, with Shades of Gray, which had me craving more the moment I closed the book, but which felt very much like a complete whole, The Last Dragonslayer leaves me wanting more because the book itself feels somewhat incomplete. 

Perhaps it’s because it’s written for a younger market? I don’t know. I’m not sure that’s an excuse, though. Why should younger readers not want complete books?

On the whole, though, The Last Dragonslayer is better than most books out there. I could compare it to almost any book and it would come up trumps, I just know Fforde can do better, and so I am a little disappointed. A very little. I’m still preordering The Song of the Quarkbeast, because, well, complaining that I want more and then not grabbing at it with both hands when I’m offered more would just be stupid, right?

On a side note: Why, oh why have they radically changed cover designs between volumes 1 and 2?

Top Ten Tuesday – Books I Want to Reread

For the first time since I discovered Top Ten Tuesday at The Broke and the Bookish (it’s only a couple of weeks ago, actually), there is a theme that is close to my heart: Books I want to reread. I am a rereader. It’s one of the main reasons why I prefer buying books to borrowing them, if I like it I will want to reread it, at least once, probably several times. Of the 50-odd books I manage to get through every year nowadays (it used to be more, before kids and work), I’m guessing at least 20 or so are rereads. Which makes it even more frustrating that I can’t read MORE because there are so many books in Mnt TBR and so many I could include on the following list and life is simply not long enough. Well, on to the point:

Top Ten Books I want to Reread

1. Persuasion by Jane Austen: I’ve actually got it lined up on the Kindle, I’m just going to finish Aunt Julia and the Scriptwriter first.

2. The Neverending Story by Michael Ende: Writing about it in the Tematrio made me realise I need to reread it. I think it’s one of those books I have actually only read once, which is monstrous.

3. Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston: Another Tematrio threw this one up, and made me ache to reread.

4. Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad: Joanna mentioned this in the same Teamtrio, and I realised it’s been 20 years and that I really don’t remember much except thinking it was brilliantly horrible. About time I picked it up again, don’t you think?

5. The Chronicles of Robin Hood by Rosemary Sutcliff: It’s just one of those books I HAVE to reread every other year or so.

6. Notes from a Small Island by Bill Bryson: Dear Bill, please, please, please go back to Britain and write a sequel taking in more of Scotland. And Wales, if you can manage. We need you! Sincerely, me.

7. The Hitch-Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (a trilogy in, uhm, five parts) by Douglas Adams: It’s been a while. And I need to reread the Dirk Gently books, too (if possible: Even more brilliant than H2G2).

8. As the Crow Flies by Jeffrey Archer: Or one of the others, maybe. In any case, the next time I need some comfort reading – if this cold develops it might be quite soon – I’m going to reread one or more of Jeffrey Archer’s ripping good yarns.

9. Used and Rare by Lawrence and Nancy Goldstone: Which I will probably follow with Slightly Chipped and Warmly Inscribed.

10. Seierherrene by Roy Jacobsen: I found a good, clean copy of this at a jumble sale recently, which suited me very well, as it’s a book I’ve been meaning to reread for a while.

It’s Monday! What are you reading? #2

reading-on-monday
Books I read last week:

  • The Yellow Admiral
  • The Hundred Days
  • Blue at the Mizzen
  • The Last Dragonslayer – Jasper Fforde

Books I reviewed last week:

  • Uhm. None.

Books I’m reading now:

  • A. A. Milne – Thomas Burnett Swann
  • The Inheritance – Robin Hobb (Kindle)

Books I’m planning on reading this week:

  • Bluestockings – Jane Robinson (I’ve started this)
  • The Whisky River – Robin Laing
  • Aunt Julia and the Scriptwriter – Mario Vargas Llosa

En smakebit på søndag: The Last Dragonslayer

The Last Dragonslayer by Jasper Fforde

I finished with Jack and Stephen Friday evening and started The Last Dragonslayer immediately, even though it was really time for bed already. I read one chapter and realised I really didn’t want to put it down. Ten years ago I would probably have finished it that night, but then I didn’t have someone who’d wake me demanding breakfast in the morning (and since the husband was working Saturday, it would be me she’d demand breakfast from).

Anyway, here’s a quote:

Tiger was staring thoughtfully at Prince Nasil, the carpet and the Yummy-Flakes box. Mystical Arts was a strange industry to work in and was much like a string of bizarre occurences occasionally interspersed with moments of great triumph and numbing terror. There was boredom, too. Watching wizards build up to a spell is like watching paint dry. It can take some getting used to.

En smakebit på søndag – a taster on Sunday – is an initiative from Mari at Flukten fra virkeligheten.

Posesalg

As we went for a spur of the moment trip to Hitra this weekend, we were not able to attend any of the large jumble sales in town. However, we discovered there was one in Fillan, where we could conveniently stop on our way back to town on Sunday. This resulted in the perfect reading lamp for the living room, which was very satisfactory. It also resulted in a bag of books, as it was a case of «fill a bag for 30 kroner» and the pile I picked happened to juuust fit in one bag. A rather good haul for the price, I’d say:

  • Det magiske hjertet by Salvador de Madariaga, 1946 – no idea what this is, but it looked interesting
  • Ina inviterer and Ina på isen by Annik Saxegaard
  • Lyset fra heksas hus by Thore Hansen
  • Den ensomme Arthur and Buffalo Arthur by Alan Coren – it strikes me I ought to find these in English, these two I may bookcross as they’re duplicates
  • River Cafe Cook Book Two by Rose Gray and Ruth Rogers – they had One as well, but I already have it
  • Elvis! Elvis! by Maria Gripe
  • Kva tåler så lite at det knuser om du seier namnet på det? by Bjørn Sortland
  • Ikaros igjen by Philip Newth
  • Klar ferdig gå! by Paul Maar
  • Julias reise by Bente Lohne
  • Syvsoverskens dystre frokost by Tor Åge Bringsværd
  • Barnas romskip by Alpers and Hahn
  • Thank you, Jeeves by P.G. Wodehouse
  • Bombadillas sirkus by Thore Hansen
  • Robot i rommet by Philip Newth
  • Det står i stjernene by Evi Bøgenes – 1st edition
  • Kjenn mitt land: Med Pentti i Finland
  • Randi bor i Lofoten by Anna Riwkin-Brick and Astrid Lindgren
  • Maria bor i en kibbutz by Anna Riwkin-Brick and Cordelia Edvardson
  • Noy bor i Thailand by Anna Riwkin-Brick and Astrid Lindgren
  • Salima bor i Kashmir by Anna Riwkin-Brick and Vera Forsberg
  • Ping fra Hong Kong by Søren Koustrup
  • Frost og varme by Thore Hansen

A large number of the books on offer were ex-library, probably school library, and most of my haul are children’s and YA books. Some I was very happy to find (and would have paid A LOT more for), like Julias reise. The «N bor i M» (N lives in M) series are picture books in a series called All the world’s children and I remember Maria bor i en kibbutz (Maria lives in a kibbutz) from when I was a kid. Probably very edifying, must test them on the lass.

More for Mount TRB

Joanna at och dagarna går… has read a novel by Elif Shafak called Bastarden från Istanbul in Swedish. It sounds like just the thing. A quick search shows it as being originally written in English (The Bastard of Istanbul), though Shafak writes in Turkish as well, so I guess I’ll have a look for it (or her other books) in Scotland.

Bookwitch mentions an author I’ve never come across, called Lisa Tetzner, who apparently wrote a series of children’s books about siblings who emigrated to the States in the run-up to WW2. Sounds like something I’d want to look into, so here’s a note to self: Look into it.

Finally, for now, Lena of Les mye has read Honningtunger by Helene Uri, and now I want to read it too. Perhaps I ought to start with De beste blant oss, as I already have that, and have been meaning to read it for a couple of years…

Edit: I have to add Gå sönder, gå hel bySofia Nordin after what enligt O writes about it, though I guess I’d have to time the reading of it if it’s as disturbing as she says.

Bokbloggsjerka

Jeg har begynt å følge med på Annikas blogg, der det hver helg stilles et bokrelatert spørsmål under headingen Bokbloggsjerka. I dag stilles spørsmålet:

Du står och väljer mellan två böcker: den ena har ett fult omslag men ett till synes intressant innehåll, den andra har ett vansinnigt snyggt omslag men boken i sig intresserad dig inte nämnvärt. Vilken bok väljer du?

Her er det ingen tvil: Jeg elsker god design og liker å ha pene bøker på hyllen, men bøker er tross alt først og fremst til for å LESES, så det vil aldri være aktuellt å velge bort en bok som høres interessant ut til fordel for en som bare ser pen ut. Har jeg penger (og plass i koffert når det er relevant) er det overhengende fare for at begge blir med hjem, men bare dersom innholdet i den flotte boken også kan tenkes å være lesbart. Jeg kjøper IKKE bøker bare for å ha til pynt.

Tematrio – Tre länder, ett språk

tematrioToday’s Tematrio is daunting, too, but in quite a different way from last week, because with the question being: «Berätta om tre tyskspråkiga romaner, novellsamlingar, grafiska romaner, barnböcker, lyriksamlingar etc du läst (eller har lust att läsa)!» (Tell us about three German language novels, short-story collections, graphic novels, children’s books, poetry collections etc you’ve read – or want to read) I might struggle to think of as many as three. I am frightfully apt to read only books where I can manage the original rather than a translation, which means I mostly stick to English, Norwegian, Swedish and Danish. I have read books originally written in German, of course, especially at Uni, but how much do I remember?

And then I thought: But, hang on! Michael Ende wrote in German, didn’t he? So I’ll start with Die unendliche Geschichte: Von A bis Z which Wikipedia tells me is the original title of The Neverending Story. A fascinating book, where a neglected and lonely boy called Bastian starts reading a book called The Neverending Story and ends up inside it, where the land of Fantastica is being destroyed by Nothing, because people do not read stories anymore. The 1984 film is quite nice, but deviates quite a bit from the novel, and also deals with just the first part. I’d heartily recommend reading the book (in fact, writing about it has made me put it on the «need to reread» list. Sigh).

In fact, I’ll stick to Ende for another favourite: Jim Knopf und Lukas der Lokomotivführer or Jim Knapp og Lukas Lokmotivfører as I know it, and the second book Jim Knopf und die Wilde. As children’s tales of the to-be-read-aloud type these are really quite hard to beat. The main characters are perfectly charming and Jim balances on that fine line of self-sufficiency that a heroic protagonist needs and the dependency on being parented that befits a small boy (he is six, as far as I remember). Other than that the books have it all: Scary villains, a dragon and a princess as well as perfectly quirky details (one of my favourite images in books ever is the false giant who is in fact quite small but who looks larger the further away from him you get, who turns out to be the perfect lighthouse-substitute for the very small island Jim and Lukas hail from). In fact, I guess it’s about time I unearth my copies and test them on the lass.

I could go for Ende’s Momo as my last book, but I feel I need to prove that I’m aware there are other authors in the German language… Which means that perhaps it’s not exactly a good idea to go for Goethe’s Faust as it’s a bit like saying «Yeah, I’ve heard of this English author called Shakespeare», but whatever. Faust I read as part of literature studies at Uni, so a while ago, but it’s a fascinating play and one I think it worthwhile to look into if you’re interested in the literary and philosophical development in Europe – though it raises as many questions as it attempts to answer. I remember being particularly interested in the moral dilemma regarding God and the Devil making a bet (which ties into the book of Job nicely).