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Lila by Marilynne Robinson. A child is sitting on an exterior step, by the front door of a house, having been banished from the house. It...

So Long, See You Tomorrow by William Maxwell. Our un-named narrator is a young boy on the cusp of his teens living with his father and sibl...

Foucault's Pendulum by Umberto Eco. Meet our narrator, Casaubon. Why is he called Casaubon? Or, more accurately, why has the author dec...

I have two for you today - now in theory I could parlay that into two posts in a pathetic and transparent bid to bump the blog stats up, pos...

You'll recall my frustration at being thwarted in my plans to do a long circular walk in the Black Mountains back in May of last year. ...

Been out for a couple of walks recently that seem worthy of note (hey, it's my blog) so here's the first. It was my birthday a coupl...

Red Bull Formula 1 head honcho Christian Horner, currently *cough* in the midst of some, erm, personal issues , and Scottish comedian and i...

I'm sure that you, like me, are a deeply tedious and unappealing person to be with at parties owing to your propensity for offering up ...

2023 was a pretty average year for The Curse Of Electric Halibut, although there was a brief flurry of activity in the summer when Cormac M...

The Reader by Bernhard Schlink. West Germany, the late 1950s. Not such a bad place, though there are a few things brewing on the horizon, i...

Love And Summer by William Trevor. We're in Ireland, probably 1960s or thereabouts, in the little town of Rathmoye. All the usual cavea...

Last of the book-related housekeeping for 2023 - I'd forgotten that I'd introduced the idea of doing a sort of loose Books Of The Y...

Ancillary Justice by Ann Leckie. Breq is on Nilt. That sounds like a diet supplement involving two delicious milkshakes per day, or a produ...