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#4066
Posted 09 July 2012 - 10:45 PM
I really do have to read this. Thanks.
#4067
Posted 10 July 2012 - 03:51 AM
I loved True Grit. It never occurred to me to read Norwood. Did you know that Joe Namath starred in the movie?
I had forgotten who wrote True Grit. I had it as a skinny Penguin paperback with John Wayne on the cover, way back when.
Why live your life when you could curate it?
At the Sign of the Pink Pig
#4068
Posted 10 July 2012 - 04:02 AM
#4069
Posted 10 July 2012 - 09:12 AM
Journalist, presenter, broadcaster, husband, father, vigorous all-rounder – Alan Partridge – a man with a fascinating past and an amazing future. Gregarious and popular, yet Alan’s never happier than when relaxing in his own five-bedroom, south-built house with three acres of land and access to a private stream. But who is this mysterious enigma?
I Partridge: We Need To Talk About Alan is the memoir of Alan Partridge, the nation’s favourite broadcaster. It is a work of heart-breaking majesty.
Genuinely one of the best books of the last, what, fifteen to twenty years, I, Partridge charts the highs, lows and middle bits in the life of one of Europe’s most revered inquisitors.
#4070
Posted 10 July 2012 - 03:28 PM
Why live your life when you could curate it?
At the Sign of the Pink Pig
#4071
Posted 19 July 2012 - 02:52 PM
Alan Partridge's autobiography, I, Partridge: We Need To Talk About Alan.
Journalist, presenter, broadcaster, husband, father, vigorous all-rounder – Alan Partridge – a man with a fascinating past and an amazing future. Gregarious and popular, yet Alan’s never happier than when relaxing in his own five-bedroom, south-built house with three acres of land and access to a private stream. But who is this mysterious enigma?
I Partridge: We Need To Talk About Alan is the memoir of Alan Partridge, the nation’s favourite broadcaster. It is a work of heart-breaking majesty.
Genuinely one of the best books of the last, what, fifteen to twenty years, I, Partridge charts the highs, lows and middle bits in the life of one of Europe’s most revered inquisitors.
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#4072
Posted 19 July 2012 - 02:54 PM
#4073
Posted 19 July 2012 - 02:59 PM
I recently finished Mahfouz's Cairo trilogy, and really was absorbed in it. Didn't want to say goodbye to the family.
Why live your life when you could curate it?
At the Sign of the Pink Pig
#4074
Posted 19 July 2012 - 03:05 PM
A recent New Yorker profile didn't make me want to read his books. Sounded very cold.
I recently finished Mahfouz's Cairo trilogy, and really was absorbed in it. Didn't want to say goodbye to the family.
Yes, that's fair, and the first one is quite pitiless, with almost no sympathetic characters.
#4075
Posted 19 July 2012 - 03:11 PM
Why live your life when you could curate it?
At the Sign of the Pink Pig
#4076
Posted 19 July 2012 - 04:13 PM
I read it after he got the Nobel, and it was like, yeah, he really is all that.
#4077
Posted 19 July 2012 - 06:32 PM
Hence the comparison with Evelyn Waugh, I suppose.
That and the snobbery -- but he (St Aubyn) combines that snobbery with a real hatred of the upper classes; so very different from the Mitford/Waugh approach which is entertaining but nauseating.
#4078
Posted 10 August 2012 - 05:27 AM
#4079
Posted 21 August 2012 - 12:58 AM
NYC Neighborhood Tours
#4080
Posted 21 August 2012 - 03:33 AM
I've just emerged from several weeks with a loose trilogy of novels by the utterly and completely forgotten Italian author, once the toast of Europe and America, Antonio Fogazzaro. I do like picking up these waifs and strays from literary history. Perceived in his day, and absolutely rightly, as the sane alternative to D'Annunzio, Fogazzaro once sold stacks of his novels about politics and romance, set in late 19th century Italy (the books I've been reading were published 1896-1905).
From my perspective, he's an Italian Henry James as far as plot goes (lighter on the prose); but the fact is, his novels are gradually overtaken by his enthusiasm for reform of the Catholic church -- which means I can't recommend them to anyone with zero tolerance for theology or religious sentiment.
And then, I shouldn't recommend them at all, as I clearly have very marginal taste in literature.
Why live your life when you could curate it?
At the Sign of the Pink Pig










