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Ernest Hemingway; A Farewell to Arms
I never got on with Hemingway. Slow. Boring. About war and themes that didn’t interest me.
But I re-read this book – A Farewell to Arms – and decided it was truly brilliant. Maybe I am older, maybe I have time to savour the nuances, maybe I have stopped speed reading. I don’t know why, but this time the book read like poetry.
I didn’t really like the main character – the narrator. But that doesn’t matter. In the end, you get caught up with the story, with the relentless progress of the war and with the unfolding of the doomed love affair. Continue reading Ernest Hemingway; A Farewell to Arms
Black Dogs, by Ian McEwan
This is a book about two obstinate old people with a failed marriage – and how dangerous challenges can shape our lives.
I had previously read Ian McEwan’s more recent book, On Chesil Beach, and had not particularly enjoyed it. Since Ian McEwan is one of our most respected British authors, I was determined to have another go.
What I liked about this book:
- The sympathetic portrayal of the main female character, who we first meet as an old woman. Later we learn of her experiences when young and how these shaped her life. (To start with, I thought the narrator was going to favour the analytical, but cold, husband.)
- The underlying tension created by the vague menace of the episode of the ‘black dogs’, introduced early into the narrative, but not revealed in full until near the end.
- The linking of the fall of the Berlin wall into the narrative – as this was such a powerful news story and had such tremendous resonance for those of us who lived through the age of the Wall and saw its fall.
- The fact that walking plays an important role in the story. (As I am a keen walker and involved in my own epic walk around the coast).
What I didn’t like about this book: The book starts with an interesting preface. I would have liked to know more about the narrator, his family and, particularly, what happened to his neice, Sally. The main story opens at a languid pace and, being told through the eyes of a third person, I felt somewhat distanced from the main characters and the events that slowly enfolded, until the pace picked up and the story came alive in the second half of the book.
Farewell Summer, by Ray Bradbury
Ray Bradbury is one of my favourite science fiction authors. And his non-science fiction books are pretty good too.
I have to confess, I found Farewell Summer hard going. But, in the final few chapters, the book finally came alive for me – so alive, I started it again and read it through from the beginning. (This is the first time I have ever read a book through, twice, all in one sitting). Continue reading Farewell Summer, by Ray Bradbury