It occurs to me that, as we head into the final quarter of the year, I haven’t really talked much about what I’ve been reading this year outside of the larger reviews.
While I set myself a target of 40 books again this year (currently reading number 31), I really wanted to get a specific couple of books off of the ‘to read’ list and absorbed, I think I’ve done that.
First such book on the wish list was finishing James Ellroy’s LA Quartet. White Jazz differs somewhat from its predecessors as it’s very much a single-thread narrative in the style of Black Dahlia. Massively rewarding and full of Ellroy guts and power as Lieutenant David Klein unravels the biggest of puzzles – some real heavy stuff even for Ellroy. I loved every fucking page of this book and the entirety of the LA Quartet. I find it strange to think it came out in 1992 – Ellroy’s take on late 50’s LA is so vital. It also introduced Pete Bondurant who is one of main narratives in American Tabloid – which was another tick on the list as I wanted to go from the LA Quartet to Ellroy’s Underwold USA Trilogy. American Tabloid makes a smooth transition from the LA focus to a fuller, corrupt take on American History (with a fair few artistic licenses) right up to the gun shots in Texas. I’d like to get to The Cold Six Thousand but there’s a few more on the list first..
Another tick on my reading goals for the year was to catch up with Arkady Renko – the Russian detective from Gorky Park, one of my favourite historical fiction / thrillers. Took a while to find – not often kept in stock new and I went the ebay route for a used copy – but worth it; Polar Star takes place pretty much completely at sea. Renko is basically in exile and hiding from the state and finds himself thrust into solving a murder on board a fish processing ship in the Bering Sea. I really have a thing for this cold war stuff and Martin Cruz Smith does a faultless job of making a thriller a literary work and combining a genuine mystery with enough genuine historical and political framing to tick all my boxes.
Speaking of historical references… I’ve fancied reading Maus for longer than I can remember not wanting to. My wife has a copy of it but my reading of French isn’t up to it so I was happy to pick up an English version at a good price not too long ago. I don’t usually get on with the graphic novel thing but this one is staggering in both its power and its honesty. Well worthy of the acclaim it still receives and an important read.
I also picked up with that bloke called Reacher again but The Midnight Line didn’t really do it for me. Much like Personal it almost feels like Child is treading water here, the formula isn’t anything new and there’s no real stakes here – just ticking the boxes: Reacher gets intrigued about something, follows a trial, cracks a few skulls, things still make no sense, cracks a few more, solves a minor riddle, goes on his way. A couple of years ago I enthused about All The Light You Cannot See by Anthoy Doerr… I still do; it’s a great book. I’d had his About Grace on the shelf for a while and finally go to it at the tail end of summer. It’s… not bad. There’s a couple of really good chunks in there but it’s not on the same level.
A few years further back I similarly enthused about Louis De Bernieres’ The Dust That Falls From Dreams, the first in a planned trilogy. I read the second this year: So Much Life Left Over. A little more focused in terms of characters, predominantly following the arc of Rosie and Daniel’s life, this slightly slimmer book is no less grand in terms of its reach or impact. De Bernieres one of those few writers with the ability to genuinely hit every emotion in the space of a few chapters. It takes a little adjusting each time as De Bernieres’ previous trilogy and novels took place in more exotic and poetic locations than this series but I really look forward to the final novel which will probably be no earlier than late 2020 at my guess.
Non-fiction wise there’s only been two hits on the list, one of which – Mark Blake’s Pigs Might Fly: The Inside Story of Pink Floyd – has already been touched on. The other was a reread of one of my favourite non-fiction books: Herbert A. Werner’s Iron Coffins: A U-Boart Commander’s War, 1939-1945 which I’d first read some ten years ago, lent out and never got back. I managed to find a copy at a recent air show and it’s always worth reading and will no doubt feature in an upcoming Top Ten Non-Fiction post.
This seems like a good place to leave it for now… back to that Springsteen series.
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Ahhh! White Jazz, yes. My intro into his world. I’ve read ‘Gorky’ a couple times and you now have me interested in ‘Polar Star’. I have seen it around and never picked it up (Why CB? You liked Gorky).
(I know you like certain styles/genres. Just rewatched a fave of mine the other night. ‘Downfall’. Will be doing a take on it. Really good stuff)
Ah man that’s a hell of a film. I don’t really go into films on here but that one is right up there. Ganz gave such an unflinchingly brutal and vivid portrayal of one history’s worst.
Ganz is absolutely fantastic. He will be getting the old CB favorite performance take. What a “hell of a film”.
It’s an area of history I’ve studied at length… there are monsters and deplorables in this world and its history and then there is Hitler, who gave so many license to exploit the worst in humanity. But the fact remains that he was a human, which makes it all the more horrifying. Ganz somehow managed to get that across – that the seed for such destruction and wholesale murder was cast of the same flesh and blood as all of us, without once trying to arouse the slightest shred of sympathy. Got to be the most unique take on film of the end of the war in Europe.
That is a very good review on the film Tony. The whole extreme political climate that brought him into power. His over ruling of his military generals (who you know thought he was an idiot). Surrounded by people who were scared shitless but also people who really believed his bullshit. It really is a microcosm of what went on and how totally desperate and pathetic it became. Those people absolutely loved him right to the end. Cultism. Ganz was the character. What a performance.