Aug. 1st, 2017
Books Found Last Saturday
Aug. 1st, 2017 12:22 pmThese are the books i found yesterday - the first three being only ten pence each and all hardbacks. I must add - and what amazing bargains they are.





The monastery and Da Vinci books are from the Folio Society and normally are not cheap. More expensive than usual hardbacks.


I also found the following CD's for a quid each -
Broken Social Scene - You Forget It In People (Vertigo)
The Bera Band - The Three EP's (Regal Recordings)
Biffy Clyro - Only Revolutions (14th Floor CD + DVD)
Jaga Jazzist - A Living Room Hush (Smalltown Supersound)
The latter one was the best find of the day music wise.





The monastery and Da Vinci books are from the Folio Society and normally are not cheap. More expensive than usual hardbacks.


I also found the following CD's for a quid each -
Broken Social Scene - You Forget It In People (Vertigo)
The Bera Band - The Three EP's (Regal Recordings)
Biffy Clyro - Only Revolutions (14th Floor CD + DVD)
Jaga Jazzist - A Living Room Hush (Smalltown Supersound)
The latter one was the best find of the day music wise.
Kingsley Amis "One Fat Englishman" (Penguin)

This was quite unputadownable - read this fun little novella in just three sittings.
Roger Micheldene, an English publisher, is on the loose in the U.S. He spends an October week shuttling between New York and Budweiser College in Pennsylvania. This exercises all his British appetites...snobbery, gluttony, anger, sloth and lust.
But Amis roasts Americans as well and serves us familiar dishes, though in a piquant sauce: the precocious undergraduate author of a far-out novel, an earnest young priest, and an alcoholic literary agents nymphomaniacal wife.
They are all presented with glee and gusto and the keenest wit, but it is Roger Micheldene--at once a prototype of the insufferable Englishman and an individual with sufficient humour to win our sneaking sympathy--who dominates a supremely entertaining comedy of bad manners.
Book 47 - John Banville "Ancient Light"
Aug. 1st, 2017 12:56 pmJohn Banville "Ancient Light" (Penguin)

The story is narrated by an elderly man who reflects back on his affair, as a teenager, with his best friend’s mother, and the far-reaching impact of this on his life. In the present day, Alex, a retired stage actor, has been asked to star in a movie. The novel moves between his recollections of the affair, and the present-day and his return to acting, with some interesting links between past and present.
It’s difficult to classify this novel; it’s not really a romance, or a mystery, or a drama; it’s somewhat slow going at first, and it’s neither plot-driven nor character-driven. Rather, it’s a subtle, beautifully written meditation on time and memory, and how the two interact.
There was something so human, flawed, and vulnerable about the narrator, that I developed a growing attachment to him that almost snuck up on me. Though a self-admitted unreliable narrator, the emotions in his story are real and deep, even if the facts aren’t always accurate. I found I missed him when the novel ended, as one would miss an old friend.
This is the first novel of John Banville’s that I’ve read, but it certainly won’t be the last if i come across him in the thrift stores and charity shops. His writing flows so lyrically, I believe he could describe paint drying and it would be fascinating. This was an unexpected gem that was well worth the slow start, and I look forward to reading much more of Banville’s work.

The story is narrated by an elderly man who reflects back on his affair, as a teenager, with his best friend’s mother, and the far-reaching impact of this on his life. In the present day, Alex, a retired stage actor, has been asked to star in a movie. The novel moves between his recollections of the affair, and the present-day and his return to acting, with some interesting links between past and present.
It’s difficult to classify this novel; it’s not really a romance, or a mystery, or a drama; it’s somewhat slow going at first, and it’s neither plot-driven nor character-driven. Rather, it’s a subtle, beautifully written meditation on time and memory, and how the two interact.
There was something so human, flawed, and vulnerable about the narrator, that I developed a growing attachment to him that almost snuck up on me. Though a self-admitted unreliable narrator, the emotions in his story are real and deep, even if the facts aren’t always accurate. I found I missed him when the novel ended, as one would miss an old friend.
This is the first novel of John Banville’s that I’ve read, but it certainly won’t be the last if i come across him in the thrift stores and charity shops. His writing flows so lyrically, I believe he could describe paint drying and it would be fascinating. This was an unexpected gem that was well worth the slow start, and I look forward to reading much more of Banville’s work.