Oct. 11th, 2014 10:58 pm
A day's work
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muckefuckNot a bad day overall. I slept in, bought some bread (hazelnut-bran), replanted some things (black-eyed susans, lilies-of-the-valley, and a hosta), and finished a book (Bliss). The GWO tried out a recipe from the latest issue of Cooks Illustrated which is a definite keeper (pasta with beans and greens) and I watched a playoff game (Cards vs Giants).
Bliss had a slightly better conclusion than I'd hoped for. The lukewarm middle section was crammed with exposition, including lots of asides on the state of the nation. (In this case Turkey circa 2000.) I felt like I'd read this book before--several times, in fact. The country might be different each time, but the complaints were broadly the same. Livaneli's style is pretty artless as well, always explaining what the characters thinking at all times rather than trusting the reader to infer anything from their actions. I can't help but feel suspicious of a middle-aged urban intellectual's attempts to construe the thoughts of a poor pious Anatolian village girl in any case.
For fun, I've got Good omens to curl up with at night. I'm not as taken with it as some, but it's clever and burbles along quite nicely. Shouldn't take me much longer to reach the end and then I'll be confronted with a profusion of choices once again. Naturally the one I'm feeling the strongest pull of now is the one I can't seem to find anywhere.
Bliss had a slightly better conclusion than I'd hoped for. The lukewarm middle section was crammed with exposition, including lots of asides on the state of the nation. (In this case Turkey circa 2000.) I felt like I'd read this book before--several times, in fact. The country might be different each time, but the complaints were broadly the same. Livaneli's style is pretty artless as well, always explaining what the characters thinking at all times rather than trusting the reader to infer anything from their actions. I can't help but feel suspicious of a middle-aged urban intellectual's attempts to construe the thoughts of a poor pious Anatolian village girl in any case.
For fun, I've got Good omens to curl up with at night. I'm not as taken with it as some, but it's clever and burbles along quite nicely. Shouldn't take me much longer to reach the end and then I'll be confronted with a profusion of choices once again. Naturally the one I'm feeling the strongest pull of now is the one I can't seem to find anywhere.