Last night I had a dream that I was re-reading The Perfect Spy, by John LeCarre, except that this time it was by @Limey and it included a riveting and exhaustively researched blow-by-blow account of the Astros 2017 postseason.
Didn’t know where else to put that, so…
Have recently finished The Quest for Merlin by Nikolai Tolstoy (the other Tolstoy’s great nephew), a bunch of novels by my own uncle’s former college roommate, Lawrence Wright (The End of October, The Human Scale, and Mr. Texas), a little-known gem from 60s UK, O Caledonia, by Elspeth Barker, and a Kunstler bildungsroman by Adam Ross called Playworld.
I would only recommend the Tolstoy to other people who for whatever reason have an abiding interest in the ancient, pagan/Druid background of popular Merlin mythology. It was an extremely in-the-weeds antiquarian, uh, “romp.”
Lawrence Wright, best known for The Looming Tower and his New Yorker writing, writes a mean novel. They combine his peerless capacity for long-form journalistic research with a real knack for page-turning movement. October was a plague novel that actually came out in March of the plague year, Scale is about Israel/Palestine and concludes with the events of October 7th, and Texas is about a likable freshman legislator surfing the insane waves.
The Barker and Ross books couldn’t be more different except for sharing themes of coming of age. Barker’s protagonist is a Scottish Wednesday Addams before Wednesday Addams was a thing (I think), and she dies at the end (not a spoiler: it’s foreshadowed in the first paragraph); Ross’s is a young lad growing up in New York during the Reagan administration, balancing competing interests in wrestling, acting and D&D. Barker never wrote another novel. Ross’s debut was a novel called Mr. Peanut I’ve got on order.
Reading Matrix currently, by Lauren Groff. Not loving, but Mrs banedoodle doesn’t often push books on me so I’m obligated to at least finish.