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What are you reading these days?
What are you reading currently? Fiction or non-fiction or poetry, any genre, any language! Tell us what you're reading, and talk about it a bit.
What are you reading currently? Fiction or non-fiction or poetry, any genre, any language! Tell us what you're reading, and talk about it a bit.
I've finished a couple of books in the last week or two, Terry Pratchett's Maskerade, and Willa Cather's Death Comes for the Archbishop. Maskerade was somehow very fresh to me, despite having read more than 10 Discworld books in the last year. Something about Granny Weatherwax's internal conflict felt more real than the personal growth demonstrated in prior books of the Witches series. Agnes is an intriguing character, full of angst and drive, in a completely distinct way from Magrat's self-enforced witchiness. As per usual with this subseries, I found Nanny Ogg to simultaneously feel the most real and carry the majority of the comedy, which I don't say out of distaste for the other major characters, simply appreciation for the immensity of her personality.
Death Comes for the Archbishop was a bit of a gut punch as a follow-up. As a New Mexican, it felt bizarre reading such an accurate portrait of the area. Not just the beauty of the geography, which Cather describes so well as to truly paint pictures, but also the general attitudes of the people who live here, nearly 100 years after the authoring of the novel, and much longer since its setting. It's honestly astonishing someone who didn't spend a significant portion of their life in New Mexico could write such a book.
Nowadays it's rare to see a story that is told from the perspective of a priest who is nearly entirely in the right, even from our progressive viewpoints. The tales of running out the old, abusive priests were simultaneously chilling and delightful. Even more interesting was the number of words given toward the love between Jean and Joseph, especially to the unevenness of that love. The last few chapters were simply the reminiscences of a man who had succeeded in much, with few regrets, who made many friends and righted many wrongs, and despite that peace, it stole the joy from the rest of my day. Few novels illuminate the simple tragedy of mortality so elegantly.
One of my favorites. Along those lines, I'd recommend Graham Greene's The Power and the Glory.
Yeah, I'm definitely not planning to follow something you designed. Definitely not.
I'll put that one on the list too, though.
be careful with that list. a sportcoat with patched elbows may spontaneously appear on your person.
jeeze...this reminds me that I'm not reading much, these days. I'm losing some snob cred....
Oh, don't worry. I may not wear a sportcoat, but the sensibilities implied are deeply woven into my personality. Nothing left to further corrupt.
From Abe: Abraham Lincoln in his times
That was then, this is now, I guess?