Recent Reading


Recent Reading (January)

  • Iain M Banks, Matter – oooh, a new Culture book. It’s quite good, too.
  • Armando Iannucci, Facts and Fancies – chucklesome but bitty. Slightly inconsistent, but worth it for some moments of Armando Iannucci at his insightful, cutting and random best.
  • George Orwell, Animal Farm – I studied this at school, and re-reading it was a good experience. Orwell doesn’t mess around here, he has a point to make and he makes it relentlessly.
  • Ian McEwan, Saturday – 24 hours, covered with a fine-toothed comb, as if Jack Bauer were a neurosurgeon living in . McEwan continues to be my favourite author at the moment.
  • Adam Roberts, The Snow – meh. Glad I only paid 50p for this. I’ve read worse SF (and I would actually like to read more by Roberts) but this really isn’t great.
  • Robert Harris, Archangel – I think this is the first Robert Harris book I’ve read. Nearly gripping, but no masterpiece. Another 50p one.
  • Slinkachu, Little People in the City – yay! Now we’re talking. It’s in glorious paper form.


Recent Reading (December)

  • Nick Hornby, Slam – either I’m getting older and older, or Hornby is writing for a younger and younger reader. Still enjoyable though.
  • Russell Brand, My Booky Wook – I don’t read many autobiographies. I fully expected to hate this (even just based on the title) but having read and enjoyed it, I now like Russell Brand quite a lot more than I did before.
  • Irvine Welsh, Ecstasy: Three Tales of Chemical Romance – a handful of short stories. Some of the most bland and forgettable of Welsh’s stuff.
  • X, QI: The Book of Animal Ignorance – did you know that female kangaroos have three wombs and three vaginas? You would if you’d read this book, or sat still near me for several days after I’d read it.
  • Marina Lewycka, Two Caravans – charming, poignant and thoughtful book about migrant workers and an adorable dog.
  • Cory Doctorow, Little Brother – please read this. Here, you can even download it from the author’s website. Enjoy.


Recent Reading (November)

  • Louis Theroux, The Call of the Weird: Travels in American Subcultures – Theroux’s guileless voice works as well here as in his documentaries.
  • Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones – beautifully moving. Incidentally, it seems Peter Jackson is turning it into film. I think I’ll have to see that.
  • Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas – as always, Thompson is viscerally funny.
  • William Burroughs, Naked Lunch – not so much viscerally funny as viscerally ugly. Hard to stomach, at times. Burroughs dares you to enjoy it.
  • Iain Banks, Espedair Street – charming, inventive and slightly wistful exploration of a grown up rock star.
  • Mark Stephen Meadows, I, Avatar – Mark was kind enough to send me his new book a few months ago. Well laid out and beautiful whilst also being informative and thought provoking. Still don’t ‘get’ virtual worlds? Read this.