June wasn’t that great a month for reading for me. I was busy with life and work (as I reported in the last post) and didn’t get to read much, as the list reveals:
The Sagas of the Icelanders (Penguin Deluxe Edition)
I am still in the middle of the Saga of the People of Laxardal and haven’t continued at all. I just didn’t feel like it in June. My reading buddy is on vacation and therefore isn’t reading it either, so we’ll continue with the Sagas later, hopefully in July.
Italo Calvino, The Complete Cosmicomics
Didn’t read much of these stories, either.
Thomas Mann, Joseph und seine Brüder (Joseph and His Brothers)
I didn’t continue with the series. These are a lot of “haven’ts” and “didn’ts”!
Ann Leckie, Provenance
This novel is set in the universe of Leckie’s Imperial Radch series. It was a re-read (last read in January of 2019), but at first, I couldn’t remember anything. It’s set outside of the territory of the Radch and so we learn a bit about some of the other civilizations. It’s quite intricate, with at least three main settings and quite a lot of characters. One of the main characters is Ingray, who is involved in sibling rivalry with her brother Danach for the favour of their mother. The rivalry is encouraged in order to find the sibling most suitable to take on the role of the head of the family – naturally this causes a toxic relationship between the siblings. There’s a lot of cultural stuff about roots and belonging and the importance of “vestiges”. The vestiges are historical icons which are very important for the foundational identity of Ingray’s society, but we soon learn that these icons aren’t as valid as they seem (their provenance is questioned). There’s also a murder committed on an off-worlder for which another person is framed. In addition, there’s a person fleeing their home world, where they feel excluded because of a kind of handicap. And then there’s a military invasion of Ingray’s society’s territory by their neighbours… lots of plotlines.
It’s complex. Maybe too complex. There’s a lot of information dumping (mostly in the form of characters explaining things to each other, but still). There are a lot of hidden agendas, politics, and scheming by various characters and a lot of self-doubt by Ingray, which, frankly, grew annoying, as it was quite clear to the reader and some of the other characters that she was actually quite resourceful and competent (if a bit weepy). I still enjoyed it (some parts more than others) though not as much as the Ancillary books, and will eventually read Leckie’s new novel Translation State, but I wasn’t in the mood for picking up the new one straight away (especially as it also seems to be about someone with low self-esteem – I couldn’t face it right away).
M. G. Leonard, Clutch
As often when in need of relaxation, I felt like escaping into some children’s lit. This is the third book in the Twitchers series, about a boy and his love of birding and the adventures resulting thereof. I read the first two books in March, when I had Covid 19, and loved them, so I took note then that a third installment was coming out this year. This time, Twitch and his friends must find and foil someone who’s stealing bird’s eggs in their nature reserve. There are some red herrings and Twitch himself falls under suspicion. There’s action and a bit of violence at the end, but of course, the kids save the day. It’s fun and I loved it. I hope the author will continue the series.
Craig Johnson, Another Man’s Moccasins
This is the fourth in the Walt Longmire series that I started in May. The series is set in rural Wyoming. The protagonist is a sheriff nearing retirement called Walt Longmire. In this installment, we get a lot of retrospectives about Walt’s time in Vietnam, where he was a member of the Military Police trying to investigate drug smuggling (and getting nowhere). In the present, it’s about the murder of a young Vietnamese woman who was apparently trying to reach Walt… It was good, but not as good as the previous novels – I didn’t appreciate the extensive backflashes to the Vietnam period that much and having two mysteries in one novel, one set in the past and one in the present, felt like both didn’t get the space they needed. So, it’s not a favourite, but won’t stop me from continuing with the series.
Orhan Pamuk and Maureen Freely (translator), The Black Book
I’ve been wanting to read something by Pamuk, who is a Turkish winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature, for some time and picked this one for my next book club read at the end of July. I chose it because it contains a mystery. The novel is set in Istanbul and the protagonist is searching for his wife, who has left him, maybe for his older cousin, who writes columns for a newspaper (and who has also disappeared). The structure of the novel is quite strange. There’s always a third-person narrative about Galip, the main character, followed by a chapter that consists of one of his cousin’s newspaper columns in the first person. These columns (or essays – they are far too long for columns) are about anything under the sun, except that it’s usually about Istanbul, in some form or other. The novel is quite dense, with lots of flashbacks and weird tales from the columns. Galip reads the columns to find clues to the whereabouts of the missing characters. The columns seem to take on a reality of their own, and Galip gradually seems to “become” his cousin. It also seems to be about the nature of narrative and stories people tell each other and the different identities and meanings both people and stories (and objects!) adopt. I’ve only read about three-quarters of the novel so far. I’m enjoying it, but it’s not an easy read. I am almost sure that it won’t be a hit with the book club, despite the mystery.
That was it for June – 3.75 books read. Not very many but considering the numerous things on my plate in June, quite decent.
I obviously still haven’t managed to write more detailed reviews of the books I read. Well, maybe in July?