More HP Lovecraft sorry! This time in comic book form.
But like all of Alan Moore’s work, this is no breezy picture book: it’s dense with words and ideas and detail. It’s challenging and subversive and subtle and smart, and quite simply one of the best comics I’ve ever read. Continue reading “Book 39: Providence by Alan Moore”
When I lived in Indonesia I was struck by the lack of local literary voices.
While there was fiction about Indonesia – Christopher Koch’s The Year of Living Dangerously and Bryce Courtenay’s The Persimmon Tree to name some Australian examples (one successful and the other decidedly less so) – there was very little written by Indonesians. Continue reading “Book 38: Vengeance is Mine, All Others Pay Cash by Eka Kurniawan”
I’m not at all attracted to World War Two books so it’s sort of strange that I keep finding myself reading – and enjoying – them.
Last year I tackled Anthony Doerr’s All The Light We Cannot See and Markus Zusak’s The Book Thief. Both a little overrated perhaps, but nonetheless fine books that brought something new to this most well-worn of literary roads – writing styles and unique perspectives that elevated them. Continue reading “Book 37: The Women in the Castle by Jessica Shattuck”
In 2010 I fell hard for The Imperfectionists, a debut collection of interconnected short stories by journalist Tom Rachman.
Each story was about a different person who works at a fictional newspaper, and Rachman captured them beautifully: each and every character was someone I recognised from my own life spent in and around newsrooms. It was charming and witty, sympathetic and devastating. Continue reading “Book 36: Basket of Deplorables by Tom Rachman”