Jen:
Present Nic, Jen, Mark, Alex, Natalie. Please forgive me if you were there and I haven't mentioned you; I'm not as good as Nic at this!
An interesting choice, and one that most people liked. However, Jane did say that it was like watching paint dry and I wasn't so sure. My problem was that I read it sproradically, on the train home. If I had been able to read it all in one, or maybe two sittings, perhaps I would have enjoyed it more. But as it was, I loved it whilst I was reading it, but it was a struggle to pick up because I found it very difficult to know who was who and what was going on.
It was beautifully written and poetic and I did finish it following the comments from the group. So all in all, a well received choice.
Carl (from Afghanistan):
Friends, book discussions, food matching and food sharing. A private book group. Warning: may contain spoilers.
Wednesday, 3 March 2010
Sunday, 7 February 2010
#40 - The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald (Choice: Gill's)(Venue: Christopher's, Covent Garden)
Present: Gill, Carl "Gin Martini" Barnes, Shubha, Jennie, Nic and, a little later than billed, Eamonn.
With a wonderfully grand and aged staircase up to the main restaurant, this was a great venue to discuss a book which vibrantly brought to life the decadence and opulence of America in the 1920s. Carl brought a little more of that to life as he arrived for brunch hung-over and called immediately for a gin martini with Tanqueray and a twist. Style.
Superficially, this was the story of a man's obsession with a failed love affair and his prolonged and impassioned attempt to recapture a lost moment but, in an unusually high-brow discussion, we discussed this as a metaphor for the corruption of the American dream: the narrator and Gatsby illustrating the ability for anyone of any background to 'make it big' in postwar America whilst Daisy and Tom represent the established, monied but morally bankrupt classes judging the new comers and finding them wanting.
We felt that, in keeping with the superficiality of the lifestyles portrayed, we didn't really get to know the characters. However, from what we knew, we found Daisy spoiled and selfish, ready to betray the man she loved (or had, perhaps, loved) to save her own position in society, whilst Gatsby, the nouveau riche criminal, had real heart and paid the ultimate price for loving and protecting her.
The book was well-received by those present (though Shubha had some way to go still). I, having a very strong recollection of loving Tender is the Night and, without recalling that novel in real detail, felt this did not live up to the huge expectations I placed upon it. Meanwhile, conversely, Jennie, who loved this book, recalled hating Tender is the Night.
Further comments, particularly from those who were absent, welcomed.
Jen:
Not much to add to that I think!
With a wonderfully grand and aged staircase up to the main restaurant, this was a great venue to discuss a book which vibrantly brought to life the decadence and opulence of America in the 1920s. Carl brought a little more of that to life as he arrived for brunch hung-over and called immediately for a gin martini with Tanqueray and a twist. Style.
Superficially, this was the story of a man's obsession with a failed love affair and his prolonged and impassioned attempt to recapture a lost moment but, in an unusually high-brow discussion, we discussed this as a metaphor for the corruption of the American dream: the narrator and Gatsby illustrating the ability for anyone of any background to 'make it big' in postwar America whilst Daisy and Tom represent the established, monied but morally bankrupt classes judging the new comers and finding them wanting.
We felt that, in keeping with the superficiality of the lifestyles portrayed, we didn't really get to know the characters. However, from what we knew, we found Daisy spoiled and selfish, ready to betray the man she loved (or had, perhaps, loved) to save her own position in society, whilst Gatsby, the nouveau riche criminal, had real heart and paid the ultimate price for loving and protecting her.
The book was well-received by those present (though Shubha had some way to go still). I, having a very strong recollection of loving Tender is the Night and, without recalling that novel in real detail, felt this did not live up to the huge expectations I placed upon it. Meanwhile, conversely, Jennie, who loved this book, recalled hating Tender is the Night.
Further comments, particularly from those who were absent, welcomed.
Jen:
Not much to add to that I think!
Wednesday, 13 January 2010
#39 - She's Come Undone - Wally Lamb (Choice: Alex's)(Venue: Pizza Express, Thayer Street)
Present: Alex, Nic, Shubha, Jane, Gill
Alex can explain most eloquently why he enjoyed this book so much and why he chose it for book group and, of those present, most found it easy to read, a pacey, reasonably enjoyable page turner. Only Shubha hadn't finished it and was struggling a little but, as she was getting to the bit with the beach and the whales, it was about to pick up, so it will be interesting to see how she ended up feeling.
For my part, I thought Wally Lamb's obvious writing talent, good use of language and pace, were wasted on this misery tome. He captured the feminine voice of the narrator and main protagonist subtly and convincingly. However, I am at a loss to know what he, as writer, or I, as reader, got out of him writing this book (well, I take that back, he, presumably, got a heap of cash). He crammed in a lot of events but I felt they were dealt with shallowly: I did not receive any great insights into mental health issues; childhood development; the after effects of rape, abandonment, or bereavement; analysis, whales, or any other topic he into which ventured. There are plenty of real life tales of woe (see Mark's photos of bookshelves in Smiths and Waterstones!) so I need something more from a fictional account than a relating of facts (um ... ficts?). I need an analysis and an understanding of cause and effect, something that moves our knowledge forward ... just something ...
So, for my money, a harmless yarn but one feels Wally Lamb is capable of more. I'm just not sure I'd risk trying it.
Alex:
Ach. Lawyer, empath thyself...
Jen:
I on the other hand thought this was amazing and loved it. I thought he dealt beautifully with a damaged girl growing up with what happened to her and the consequent impact of the events on her psyche and personality. Of course it wasn't spelt out; she didn't understand it, it was just something she was liviing through.
I thought it was fab and Dolores and the othyer characters breathed on the page. Great choice!
Alex can explain most eloquently why he enjoyed this book so much and why he chose it for book group and, of those present, most found it easy to read, a pacey, reasonably enjoyable page turner. Only Shubha hadn't finished it and was struggling a little but, as she was getting to the bit with the beach and the whales, it was about to pick up, so it will be interesting to see how she ended up feeling.
For my part, I thought Wally Lamb's obvious writing talent, good use of language and pace, were wasted on this misery tome. He captured the feminine voice of the narrator and main protagonist subtly and convincingly. However, I am at a loss to know what he, as writer, or I, as reader, got out of him writing this book (well, I take that back, he, presumably, got a heap of cash). He crammed in a lot of events but I felt they were dealt with shallowly: I did not receive any great insights into mental health issues; childhood development; the after effects of rape, abandonment, or bereavement; analysis, whales, or any other topic he into which ventured. There are plenty of real life tales of woe (see Mark's photos of bookshelves in Smiths and Waterstones!) so I need something more from a fictional account than a relating of facts (um ... ficts?). I need an analysis and an understanding of cause and effect, something that moves our knowledge forward ... just something ...
So, for my money, a harmless yarn but one feels Wally Lamb is capable of more. I'm just not sure I'd risk trying it.
Alex:
Ach. Lawyer, empath thyself...
Jen:
I on the other hand thought this was amazing and loved it. I thought he dealt beautifully with a damaged girl growing up with what happened to her and the consequent impact of the events on her psyche and personality. Of course it wasn't spelt out; she didn't understand it, it was just something she was liviing through.
I thought it was fab and Dolores and the othyer characters breathed on the page. Great choice!
Saturday, 19 December 2009
#38 - The Outsider - Albert Camus (Choice: Carl's)(Venue: My house)
Present: Nic, Jennie, Shubha, Carl, Mark, Alessandro, Alex
Ah, the best venue and food of the year ... (Joke!)
An interesting, existential read, perhaps nihilistic? The narrator is emotionally detached: doesn't cry at his mother's funeral; doesn't judge anyone (arguably not a flaw); randomly / nonsensically kills an man on the beach and shows no remorse. Life seems to be without reason or emotion.
For me, the remarkable detachment of the narrator induced detachment in the reader. I little cared what happened to him or to anyone else as he had no real interest so was unable to enthuse me.
The book was deceptively simple, the language perfunctory and simplistic, reading like a young child's post-holiday essay, a list of things done and undone - "and then I got up and I didn't have any food so I didn't have breakfast. I didn't have anything to do so I looked out the window and there were people there but then they went away."
Alessandro and Jen read this in the original French and felt the language was carefully chosen, even beautiful. I didn't really get that sense from the translation, which was sparse but seemed unexceptional.
In short, for me, some slight academic interest but no emotion, no compulsion to read on, no great disappointment at reaching the end. On the whole, people found it interesting but I cannot remember whether anyone really enjoyed it ...?
Ah, the best venue and food of the year ... (Joke!)
An interesting, existential read, perhaps nihilistic? The narrator is emotionally detached: doesn't cry at his mother's funeral; doesn't judge anyone (arguably not a flaw); randomly / nonsensically kills an man on the beach and shows no remorse. Life seems to be without reason or emotion.
For me, the remarkable detachment of the narrator induced detachment in the reader. I little cared what happened to him or to anyone else as he had no real interest so was unable to enthuse me.
The book was deceptively simple, the language perfunctory and simplistic, reading like a young child's post-holiday essay, a list of things done and undone - "and then I got up and I didn't have any food so I didn't have breakfast. I didn't have anything to do so I looked out the window and there were people there but then they went away."
Alessandro and Jen read this in the original French and felt the language was carefully chosen, even beautiful. I didn't really get that sense from the translation, which was sparse but seemed unexceptional.
In short, for me, some slight academic interest but no emotion, no compulsion to read on, no great disappointment at reaching the end. On the whole, people found it interesting but I cannot remember whether anyone really enjoyed it ...?
Thursday, 19 November 2009
#37 - The White Tiger - Aravind Adiga (Choice: Shubha's)(Venue: Mint Leaf)
A small, girlie, cocktail-appreciating crowd gathered at the Mint Leaf for this one. After admiring my new shoes and boots and Jane's fabulous new jacket (which made me feel much better about my expenditure!), we got down to serious business - the cocktails and the menu! Exhausted from taking decisions for others all week, Jane left Shubha to choose Jane's meal but, as all the dishes went into the centre for us all to nibble and enjoy, it was almost irrelevant who ordered what. Little went to waste and we had to order additional naans to mop up the end of the delicious sauces.
Shubha and I agreed (woohoo) on our interpretation and enjoyment of this book and, although we were both able to find fault as well, found it highly readable. Jane found it somewhat repetitive, constantly reinforcing the poverty, and found some of the language unlikely, although I found it reminiscent of the language of the Indian newspapers. I also enjoyed the "names" ascribed to some characters such as, most obviously, Vitiligo Lips, an element which, for me, echoed the Orangedrink-Lemondrink Man from the God of Small Things and therefore felt authentic.
We came over all philosophical after that, inspired by the book, by India, by our memories of our travels and by the wines that lifted the bill beyond the realms even of the Gaucho Grill where we discussed Black Swan Green. We reminisced, compared travel tales, discussed the value of time versus the value of money and the quality of life as well as the value of life (with some incredible insights from Shubha). Then, to be honest, it gets a little hazy. When we eventually left the Mint Leaf, Trafalgar Square was alive with happy Algerians celebrating a football win over Egypt and, resisting calls to join their party, we wended our ways home.
Jane:
you are amazing. what a lyrical, delightful description...
[blush]
Shubha and I agreed (woohoo) on our interpretation and enjoyment of this book and, although we were both able to find fault as well, found it highly readable. Jane found it somewhat repetitive, constantly reinforcing the poverty, and found some of the language unlikely, although I found it reminiscent of the language of the Indian newspapers. I also enjoyed the "names" ascribed to some characters such as, most obviously, Vitiligo Lips, an element which, for me, echoed the Orangedrink-Lemondrink Man from the God of Small Things and therefore felt authentic.
We came over all philosophical after that, inspired by the book, by India, by our memories of our travels and by the wines that lifted the bill beyond the realms even of the Gaucho Grill where we discussed Black Swan Green. We reminisced, compared travel tales, discussed the value of time versus the value of money and the quality of life as well as the value of life (with some incredible insights from Shubha). Then, to be honest, it gets a little hazy. When we eventually left the Mint Leaf, Trafalgar Square was alive with happy Algerians celebrating a football win over Egypt and, resisting calls to join their party, we wended our ways home.
Jane:
you are amazing. what a lyrical, delightful description...
[blush]
Monday, 19 October 2009
#36 - Welcome to Life - Alice de Smith (Choice: Eamonn's)(Venue: Jane's Manor)
Alex:
Product Description from Amazon
"Welcome to Life" is a novel about family, friendship and becoming a grown-up. Adolescence is never easy. But for fourteen-year-old Freya - brought up by parents who act like teenagers, and surrounded by teenagers all too desperate be grown-ups - it's bewildering. All she wants is a bit of attention...But her parents are too wrapped up in their own dramas to register Freya's. Her mother, Millie, is inconsistent, irresponsible, and wants her daughter to be her best gal pal. Unfortunately she finds her utterly inscrutable, a disappointment and a chore, and her fondest communications reach Freya in the form of notes left on the fridge door: 'Feed rabbits'; 'Sandwich for lunch - cheese in fridge only one day out of date', and 'Be less scary'. Freya's dad, Hugh, is in the property game. 'When there's a recession on, you have to keep an eye on the figures,' he told her once. If only he'd listened to his own advice...In desperation, Freya goes looking for love in all the wrong places. And when her parents break dramatically with marital convention, they leave Freya in turmoil as she realizes that, for Millie and Hugh, three is not a crowd...
~
It was interesting for me to read this book, as I was living in Cambridge as a (slightly older) teen than heroine Freya at the time the book is set. It is a very interesting snapshot of eight or so weeks of burgeoning womanhood, a time when the summer holidays made all the difference (so we thought) to the person we would be on the return to school. I think Alice de Smith captures the agony of these teenage growing pains very well.. and Freya is never quite sure who she is and what's expected of her... Where is she in life? The story is incredibly slight and the surrounding characters are given very little flesh and for literary creations behave annoyingly inconsistently. People are described as one thing, and then behave in others - it is a fault in the writing not in the character make-up.
Also, I didn't recognise Cambridge... Her geography is all wrong. Occasionally landmarks are thrown in for good measure, and local celebs from my youth spring up but for no reason. De Smith would have been better served creating extraneous characters and places using her talent as a writer, rather than relying on exisitng places and people that brought nothing to the story...
On the whole I found the book fairly amusing, and whilst the subject, style and moral are nothing new, it reminded me a little of Victoria Wood's stand-up.. Snappy, zippy, some GREAT one liners, but ultimately you never learn anything from it...
"Welcome to Life" is a novel about family, friendship and becoming a grown-up. Adolescence is never easy. But for fourteen-year-old Freya - brought up by parents who act like teenagers, and surrounded by teenagers all too desperate be grown-ups - it's bewildering. All she wants is a bit of attention...But her parents are too wrapped up in their own dramas to register Freya's. Her mother, Millie, is inconsistent, irresponsible, and wants her daughter to be her best gal pal. Unfortunately she finds her utterly inscrutable, a disappointment and a chore, and her fondest communications reach Freya in the form of notes left on the fridge door: 'Feed rabbits'; 'Sandwich for lunch - cheese in fridge only one day out of date', and 'Be less scary'. Freya's dad, Hugh, is in the property game. 'When there's a recession on, you have to keep an eye on the figures,' he told her once. If only he'd listened to his own advice...In desperation, Freya goes looking for love in all the wrong places. And when her parents break dramatically with marital convention, they leave Freya in turmoil as she realizes that, for Millie and Hugh, three is not a crowd...
~
It was interesting for me to read this book, as I was living in Cambridge as a (slightly older) teen than heroine Freya at the time the book is set. It is a very interesting snapshot of eight or so weeks of burgeoning womanhood, a time when the summer holidays made all the difference (so we thought) to the person we would be on the return to school. I think Alice de Smith captures the agony of these teenage growing pains very well.. and Freya is never quite sure who she is and what's expected of her... Where is she in life? The story is incredibly slight and the surrounding characters are given very little flesh and for literary creations behave annoyingly inconsistently. People are described as one thing, and then behave in others - it is a fault in the writing not in the character make-up.
Also, I didn't recognise Cambridge... Her geography is all wrong. Occasionally landmarks are thrown in for good measure, and local celebs from my youth spring up but for no reason. De Smith would have been better served creating extraneous characters and places using her talent as a writer, rather than relying on exisitng places and people that brought nothing to the story...
On the whole I found the book fairly amusing, and whilst the subject, style and moral are nothing new, it reminded me a little of Victoria Wood's stand-up.. Snappy, zippy, some GREAT one liners, but ultimately you never learn anything from it...
Nic:
Wow. You got so much more out of this than I did! It's such a shame you weren't at the lunch to lend a different perspective (and enjoy a fabulous lunch!).
I wondered who Alice slept with in order to get this trite, underdeveloped, poorly-written, uninspiring (I hesitate to call it) book published.
After lunch walk:
I wondered who Alice slept with in order to get this trite, underdeveloped, poorly-written, uninspiring (I hesitate to call it) book published.
After lunch walk:
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