After searching my brain for the book I want to read next, I remembered I had never read the paperback copy of
Snow that I bought in 2007. I happily dragged it downstairs (I drag everything while on crutches), opened it, and could have wept. The typeface is so faint and the font so small, I can't possibly endure what it would take to read the 400+ pages. I tried and tried but realized that I'd be missing the
gestalt of the whole of each page. Disappointment! So I went online and ordered a used copy of the orginal Knopf hardcover. A wait of about two weeks, I wager.
So I studied German a lot today and I read some more dazzling Heinrich Boll short stories (in English). But I need a novel to fill the gap. And then, just minutes ago, I glimpsed Elizabeth Bowen's
The Heat of the Day in a pile at the foot of the opposite end of the couch. I bought it a year ago and never got to it. So I'm off, back to the London Blitz by someone who survived it. Thank goodness. Phew. Being without a book these days makes me desperate!
oh sorry about snow sure you'll love it when you read it I loved a number of his books ,all the best stu
ReplyDeleteI hope you will like Bowen's novel. I almost chose it for my Literature and War REadalong this year. Maybe next year?
ReplyDeleteI just read a fanatstic short story of her, "Summer Night" for Irish Short Story Week. I'll review it this week. It was so well written.
Caroline,
DeleteThanks for writing!
I haven't read "Summer Night," so I'll turn to it immediately. I've got a volume of her complete collected short stories. Thanks for the recommendation!
Judith