and yet more books

[truepenny]

This time succumbing to temptation with brisingamen and peake.


poetry
Annucci, Marilyn. Luck.

Deutsch, Babette. Coming of Age: New and Selected Poems.

Flanders, Jane. Timepiece.

Lea, Sydney. Searching the Drowned Man.

McDonald, Walter. Burning the Fence.

Potos, Andrea. The Perfect Day.

Trethewey, Natasha. Bellocq's Ophelia.

Urdang, Constance. Only the World.

Yevtushenko, Yevgeny. The Poetry of Yevgeny Yevtushenko. (Bilingual edition--not that it does me any good since I don't read Russian, but worth it for the coolness factor alone. Translations by George Reavey.)

fiction
Falkner, J. Meade. The Lost Stradivarius.

Lee, Harper. To Kill a Mockingbird. (Haven't read this since the age of 10 or so. Am guessing I missed a lot.)

O'Brian, Patrick. The Commodore. (Having read Master and Commander, I decided I liked it well enough to look for the rest of the series, but not enough to buy them new. Buying them used is going to be extremely piecemeal, I suspect, but I can live with that.)

non-fiction
Flynn, Errol. My Wicked, Wicked Ways. (I found this in the reviewers' copies, and wasn't sure about it, but then I read the opening paragraph: I particularly detest books that begin something like "Ah, there was joy and happiness in the quaint Tasmanian home of Professor Flynn when the first bellowings of lusty little Errol were heard. ..." So if you are interested, let's get down to the meat of the matter.)

Karina, Lilian, and Marion Kant. Hitler's Dancers: German Modern Dance and the Third Reich. (Also a reviewer's copy, extremely pricey even so. But I realized I was going to be kicking myself for months--if not longer--if I didn't get it, so I took the plunge.)

Lipton, James. An Exaltation of Larks: or, The Venereal Game. (Because.)

Saint-Exupery, A. de. Vol de Nuit. (I have the English translation, and I know from experience that the reading process will be much less confrontational and rebarbative if I simply have the original French to refer to.)

Solnit, Rebecca. River of Shadows: Eadweard Muybridge and the Technological Wild West.

Comments

[lisajulie.livejournal.com]

The J. Meade Faulkner is really a find. The three books he wrote are all good and all very, very different.

[truepenny.livejournal.com]

Dover reprints. They rock my world.

[papersky.livejournal.com]

I read the Patrick O'Brian in random order, as I found them. This led to a charming way of getting to sleep by figuring out what happened in the ones I hadn't read yet -- I was almost right for The Nutmeg of Consolation but nobody could possibly have guessed about the birds' nest soup.

Pamela Dean told me to read them in order, if one would normally read chapters of a novel in order, and I repeat this useful advice.

The first three are OK. After that they get really good.

[oracne.livejournal.com]

Karina, Lilian, and Marion Kant. Hitler's Dancers: German Modern Dance and the Third Reich.

That sounds SO cool. Report on it, please?

[truepenny.livejournal.com]

If I remember to, I certainly will. (I've started reading it already, so my odds of remembering are better than average.)

[oracne.livejournal.com]

Coo-ol.