Some nice surprises this week.
A weighty parcel from a new Indie publisher, Myrmidon which had the postman staggering to the door. Contained within, Thirteen by Sebastian Beaumont, The Painted Messiah by Craig Smith and The Gift of Rain by Tan Twan Eng.Look carefully and you'll see what happened with the Craig Smith and you'll read what I thought about that this week.Then I just sneaked a peek at the Tan Twan Eng and an hour later remembered that actually I'd been on my way to empty the dryer.These are looking good.
Dr Phil Whitaker, one for my 'doctors who write' reading project, kindly sent me his latest Freak of Nature and I had ordered The Face which arrived at the same time.Thanks Phil,more soon.
I'm still stocking up on classics, more Zolas because I am a born-again Zola-ite, L'Assommoir and The Kill and I plumped for a Balzac as I have never read any, Cousin Bette looked accessible, we'll see whether I become a Balzac-ite too.
When Me and My Big Mouth says "read this" you don't have much choice so Unimagined a Muslim boy meets the West by Imran Ahmad was here at warp speed (oh Book Depository, how do I love thee). I've sneaked a preview of this too and that's become a full-blown read.It is shaping up to be as remarkable as Scott says, a very unique voice.
Is that Imran on the cover? If so he's adorable and I just want to sit him on my knee (then,perhaps not now) and will forgive the weeny print.It is indeed a painfully insightful book and painful on my sight, thank heavens for my new specs.
Lastly let this be known, the tenderness of sons.It is entirely possible to train them to be kind and thoughtful young men, as the Kayaker returned from a trip to Plymouth clutching a copy of The Tenderness of Wolves by Stef Penney for me, after my gnashing of teeth that very morning at having left it on the shelf pending paperback.