The Other Boleyn Girl

 This book very much made me think that this is what reading fanfiction must be like. All of the characters in the book were unlikable. Maybe Queen Katharine of Aragon was the only one that was not nasty, but maybe that was because she did not have a significant role in the book. I disliked Mary Boleyn's hypocrisy, her lack of self-awareness, her insincerity, and how immature she was. All characters were so immature, perhaps Anne Boleyn was the most immature, and so simple minded. Which is a shame, because from the little I have read about the true Anne Boleyn, she seems to have been an interesting woman in real life. It took me a long time to accept the creative narrative that Philippa Gregory, author of the book, was offering in this alternate universe in which so many things happened contrary to the academic historical consensus. But my verdict is that all that literary licence was simply not worth it. This book did not offer an interesting alternative to the canonical interpretation of the reign of Henry VIII. It took itself too seriously, and most of the text was a boring, uninteresting filler plot, which was excessively repetitive.

Beyond Anxiety

 This was simply not a book for me. I did not find it useful, and it was mostly a disappointment. I only finished reading it because it was a birthday present. Here is a quote from the book that beautifully captures how I feel about it: 'But first let's talk about the fact that everything I'm saying may sound ridiculously woo-woo or far too simplistic' (Beck, M. Beyond Anxiety. p. 261. United States of America: Penguin Books, 2025). Indeed. What a waste of time.

The Satanic Verses

 What a provocative title. When I first learnt about this book, which was when I was around twelve years old, I thought it had something to do with Christianity. Then I learnt about the plight the author went through because of it, which added to its allure. Now I have finally read it and I feel like I do not know what it is about. I did do some quick reading about Islam and about what are the 'Satanic verses'. That helped me understand parts of the plot. And I imagine someone who is more knowledgeable about Islam might probably find this book much more interesting than I did. I am not sure how I feel about books that require you to have some prior connection to an aspect of culture and society for the reader to better appreciate the story. Although I imagine that, to some extent, that might be true of all books. Perhaps what I am trying to say is that I feel annoyed that I am sufficiently ignorant about Islam and that as a result it would appear that I did not enjoy this book as much as I could have otherwise enjoyed it. Still, most of the novel is intense magic realism in a way that made it quite difficult for me to follow what was going on. The part that I enjoyed the most was the ending, which coincidentally felt like the most concrete and tangible part of the story.
  Overall, it saddens me to think that the people most likely to understand the intricacies of the novel seem to be the least interested in reading it. Nonsense, if I really wanted to better understand the book I could do my own deeper research, and reread multiple times the book. Except, learning about any religion is not something I am actually interested in. In fact, I am currently of the opinion that the least I know about them the better. Which I know deep down that it cannot be true. One should never be proud of one's ignorance.
  Anyhow, this is not a book that I liked. But I do look forward to reading Midnight's Children.

The Karamazov Brothers

I am sorry I left writing this post for so long. I finished reading this book in February and it is now October. As a result, I no longer have as fresh a memory of the story as I would have if I had written about it back in February. I do stand by my three-star rating. It was a good book. But there was something missing for it to be great. What I most appreciated about the book was the fact that it serves as a record proving that wrongly incriminating a person is a phenomenon whose existence dates back ages ago. Of course The Karamazov Brothers was first published in 1880, but I am sure there are much older books that deal with this topic. It is a shame that we never got the sequel to the story. I want to believe that I would have liked to see Dmitri vindicated. But even if he was not vindicated in the eyes of society, then what I would have liked perhaps even more is to see him overcome his grossly undeserved condemnation and thrive in life in spite of it. Maybe I do like this book more than I want to admit. At least in retrospect I admire it much more.

Kidnapped

 I have mixed feelings about this book. On the one hand I enjoyed it so much because I was brought back to Scotland, I was reminded of all the beautiful things that I lived there. I enjoyed learning so many new words: 127 new words in a book that is relatively short (my copy had only 314 pages). Yet, I was not really interested in the storyline and it took me much longer to finish reading the novel than it really should have. Yes, some of it was due to my characteristic procrastination, but in this case I strongly believe the core reason must have been that I failed to find something meaningfully interesting in the book.

Call Me by Your Name

 I was not expecting to like this book, mainly because I have seen the movie and did not particularly like it. But it was a cute story. It was a cute book. Now, they say that standards are good but double standards are better. There are multiple sex passages and sex references in this book. Normally I would be put off by that. I find modern descriptions of sex in contemporary literature rather gratuitous. That, for example, is part of the reason why I tend not to like things written by Haruki Murakami. But I have mostly read books that deal with heterosexual sex. For that reason, it feels somewhat unfair that this book, with its various descriptions of homosexual sex between men, did not elicit in me a similar criticism of the prose. I wonder whether Hannah Fidell, the creator behind FX on Hulu's series "A Teacher", would also hold this book to a double standard. A quick reminder: "A Teacher" is scathingly critical of sexual relationships between adults and minors. The female teacher in that series was severely punished and there was no mercy shown to her for the sexual relationship she had with a male minor. I wonder what Hannah Fidell would think of a sexual relationship between an adult male graduate student and a male minor. Clearly, André Aciman thinks there is nothing wrong with that. Quite the opposite. Am I missing something? Is there an argument I am not seeing that explains why the creator of "A Teacher" and the author of Call Me by Your Name reach polar opposite conclusions about the same kind of sexual relationship? Or could it be that Elon Musk is at least partly right in saying that there is a woke mind virus that is infecting the minds of many in the United States? I would like to know. Verdict on the relationship between Emmanuel Macron and his wife: pending—it will depend on whether the judge is Hannah Fidell or André Aciman.

Mrs Dalloway

Reading Mrs Dalloway was a much nicer experience than reading To the Lighthouse. I found several passages very beautiful. I loved the descriptions of London. And I saw a lot of myself reflected in Peter Walsh—at least my previous self, a self that I am trying very hard to leave behind. Despite that, I have sadly decided that I do not like Virginia Woolf's writing style, at least not her stream of thought style of those two novels. I find it extremely confusing, extremely difficult to follow. So much so that it opaques the beauty of several masterfully written sentences. It is almost like Virginia Woolf thought that beauty could only exist in immensely complex and incomprehensible narratives. I do not think I dislike things only because I do not understand them. I do not understand the stars in the sky, yet I admire them greatly. In this case, however, I do not understand her writing style, which happens to greatly contribute to my dislike of her novels.

How to Get Filthy Rich in Rising Asia

There is not really much one can say about this book. At least it had the decency of being so short that you do not really have to spend much time with it. I read The Reluctant Fundamentalist in 2009, before I started this blog so I do not have a record of my opinion on that book. But from what I can remember, it was a more interesting read, which renders How to Get Filthy Rich in Rising Asia a disappointment.

Anna Karenina

 There is a rumour going around that says that when William Faulkner was asked which were the three best novels of all time his reply was: "Anna Karenina, Anna Karenina, and Anna Karenina". That is high praise from an author I do not know. I have heard of him. I have not read any of his novels, but his reply now makes me very sceptical of anything he might have written. Not that I think that Anna Karenina is bad, it is just that it is not even the best Leo Tolstoy. War and Peace is a masterpiece that is far superior to Anna Karenina. But let us leave it at that.
  Now, when I think of the past I usually think of it as atavistic. I say that in a negative way. We should not be fooled by the splendor of empires, the unchecked power of the nobility, the palaces and the superstitious religious rituals. Think of the rigid social hierarchy, of the oppressive classism, of the unbending gender roles and consequently of sexism and the invisible misogyny. Invisible to the eyes of most of the members of past societies. Now, of course, all of that is still very much present in contemporary societies. But Anna Karenina is testament of how much worse it was in the past. Who killed Anna Karenina? Let me answer the question: it was the patriarchy. Interestingly—yet completely as expected from someone who was born in the third decade of the nineteenth century—the word "patriarchy" appears exactly zero times in Anna Karenina. I know very little of Leo Tolstoy but I am choosing to believe that he joins me in sympathising with Anna Karenina. Not because she was an exemplary human being—we know that like all of us she was deeply flawed. But because of the cruel way that she was treated by society. Some of the characters in Anna Karenina behave in a way that, to me, they are evidence that at least there were some people who had a nagging sense that there was something wrong with the double standards between men and women. That is what, in turn, makes me believe that Leo Tolstoy was one of them, and that hence this novel was at least in part critical of society. Assuming that I am right in saying that, it is therefore impressive that a man of the nineteenth century could write a novel that, however tangentially, was aware of the problems that women faced in the society he lived in. I say "man of the nineteenth century" but in reality, I wonder if is possible for a man of the twenty-first century to be that aware of the struggles that women nowadays go through every single day. Perhaps we are more aware of them now. Hence us now using words like "patriarchy" to refer to something that was left unsaid in Anna Karenina. That awareness is what makes Anna Karenina so special, and so worth reading and recommending to others.

Postwar

 Here might be a bold statement: this is the most important book I have ever read in my life. I believe anyone wanting to understand the world we live in would find this book massively edifying, but that would be especially the case for those living in Europe. As my mathematics teacher, Elina Beliaeva, once said in class: "History opens your eyes". I gasped, I cried, I shivered, and I was overcome with passion learning about the peoples of Europe, their struggles, their beliefs. I was impressed by how much better I could understand the contemporary scene in Europe by reading this book. At times it felt uncannily prophetic, and that feeling was enhanced when I reminded myself that Postwar was published in 2005 and that Tony Judt, sadly, passed away in 2010.
  I am reminded of what my friend Emily Krüger once tried to explain to me about the differences between the ways in which a State can punish its people and those in which international justice deals with conflicts between States: there is no way in which a State can put another State in prison. But there is more to that. This book made me think of the limits of "cancel culture". Of how it is virtually impossible to rid a whole population of their ideology—I am thinking here of the failed efforts of "de-Nazification". We are stuck in a world with so many ways of thinking, and we have to come to terms with that.
  Postwar's epilogue's essay "From the House of the Dead" is a masterpiece in its own right. I would like us to think a little more about the following quote:

"Unlike memory, which confirms and reinforces itself, history contributes to the disenchanment of the world. Most of what it has to offer is discomforting, even disruptive—which is why it is not always politically prudent to weild the past as a moral cudgel with which to beat and berate a people for its past sins."

(Judt, T. Postwar. p. 840. United Kindgom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland: Penguin Books, 2006). That discomfort is typically overwhelming, and I am sure it is a major contributor to us sometimes choosing to remember the past in a way that may minimise that discomfort. That is a natural human weakness, one which we must vigilantly fight against every day of our life. 

The MANIAC

Having read When We Cease to Understand the World first, I am even less sure I like Mr Labatut's writing style. At least when it comes to narrating the life of well-known scientists like John von Neumann. I guess I am torn in two. On the one hand, I am happy that books like The MANIAC exist as they help more readers become aware of people and events that I believe enrich one's knowledge. On the other hand, I do not like how much of the text is based on speculation and, even worse, exaggeration to the point that may be harmful for the academic development of the younger generation. My biggest quarrel with the book lies in the way Mr von Neumann's intelect is exaggerated. By that I do not mean to deny that John von Neumann was a genius, but I do want to make clear that anyone has the potential for greatness—including, of course, academic greatness—and that John von Neumann was not as unique as the book tries really hard to convince the reader that he was. People, especially young people, might be misled into believing that one has to be born a genius, and may be discouraged to put the necessary effort to achieve great scientific discoveries. Furthermore, Mr Labatut's never ending insistence on delivering high praise for John von Neumann gets really tiresome and makes for a difficult read.
  Fortunately, even though the vast majority of the book is dedicated to John von Neumann, the short last part of the book brilliantly pivots to another topic: the boardgame go and AlphaGo. Mr Labatut's writing style is perfect in this last section of the book. Mixing mythology and fact in a way that the line between those two is never blurry, which consequently made me confident that I was learning new things without the need to worry that I might be misled into believing that fictional parts of the book might be real. The last part of the book was so compelling that I read it in just one go, as I was unable to stop reading. That was a refreshing change, especially after the tedious litany on how great John von Neumann's intelect was.

First Love and other stories

An excellent collection of three short stories:

2. First Love
1. Spring Torrents
3. A Fire at Sea

  In order of appearance, and indexed in my personal order of preference. This book should have really been called "Spring Torrents and other stories". Not only because Spring Torrents was the main short story, but also because it was my favourite. Although, I was happy to read First Love. It reminded me of my younger self and the way I used to think about love and of the behaviour that I thought that being in love implied. It will not come as a surprise when I say that I was too childish, and that I am somewhat embarrassed by my past behaviour. I am less embarrassed by my way of experiencing love in my twenties, perhaps because I am much closer to those years.
  I wonder if we should be taught in school what love is. By that I mean that maybe we should have a class dedicated to thinking about what our feelings mean to us and how they are perceived by others in society, and maybe our teachers could give us some friendly advice.
  Maybe I should read more about the theory of our emotions and how to deal with them. I would really recommend this book to anyone who might want to spend some time thinking about being in love.

Moby Dick

 What a beautifully written book. I really like when you can tell that someone has put their heart into creating something they love, and this novel is one such piece of art. One can learn so much about whaling! And I really never thought I could be interested in whaling.
  Now that I am done reading it I am reminded of two thoughts that my friend Michael Young shared with me some time ago, and that somehow seem to apply to this book. The first one is about suspense. He mentioned how great the movie Alien (Ridley Scott, 1979) was in creating suspense by having so few scenes where you can actually see the alien. Indeed, we see so little of Moby Dick but when we do it is so worth the wait. The second has to do with a certain type of anime. There are some anime that are so focused on one topic, say playing the violin, that it may not be an exaggeration to say that entire episodes are dedicated solely to a character putting all their heart on a single violin execution. That may also be the case with Moby Dick. Yes, it is so nice when someone is unapologetically enthusiastic about one topic. I am happy that Herman Melville was a whaling geek. Yet I wonder if having a more complex plot would have been beneficial for the book, instead of having just one extraordinarily epic moment at the very end.
  I highly recommend this book. It does live up to its reputation, and people who love art for art's sake will particularly enjoy this read.

American Pastoral

 What a boring read. The first third of the book was decent, but afterwards it quickly spirals down into a tiresome repetition of a story that could have been told in far fewer pages.

When We Cease to Understand the World

 My heart is really torn. On the one hand, the first three short stories were amazing. I learnt so many interesting things, things that are somewhat related to science, I learnt about the life of interesting mathematicians and their quirks. It was great! But then the second half of the book turns more... imaginative and speculative, in a way that I did not really like. Speculating in crude terms about the sexual behaviour of certain scientists was not in line with the first half of the book, and its contrast was therefore more jarring. What I liked about the first three stories was how non-fictional they were, and you could tell that the second half of the book was so blatantly made up. I was really disappointed. But yes, I would definitely recommend that people read the first half of the book. It is really worth it.

Red Dragon

 An extremely quick read. I read its 455 pages in three days. I know there are people out there who can probably read them in a single day. Very skillfully written, several of its passages perfectly conveyed the extreme cruelty Dolarhyde had to go through in his childhood—successfully scaring me. Also, I never thought a literary equivalent of a film's "jump scare" existed until I read chapter 46 of this book. Ralph Mandy's death really did come out of nowhere and scared me. In that sense, this book made me feel things no other book had ever made me feel, and that was a great new experience.
  This book really left me wishing I could read even better horror stories. I have only read one Stephen King: "Dreamcatcher" but it was not nearly as good as this one. I am open to recommendations. If you feel like you have never read a decent scary novel, I would recommend starting with "Red Dragon".

To the Lighthouse

 Quite painful to read. It was basically a collection of sentences that had little relation to each other. It was very difficult to follow the many seemingly disjoint ideas contained in a single paragraph. I could not even tell you what the story was, despite my just having finished reading the book. I am as clueless as if I had only read the title.

The Price of Salt

 Yet another disappointment. I guess I was expecting something similar to Gore Vidal's The City and the Pillar. Yet this book was so bad, so poorly written. Yes, this might be the first book that has a seemingly happy ending for two women in a relationship. But it is almost sad that this has to be it. And the "happy ending" was not even a good one. Two women waving at each other after one of them just rejected the other? The most interesting aspect of the book was learning about the old lifestyle that people in the 1950s had. Sending physical letters to have an actual communication when one goes on a trip. Leaving a forwarding address when one checks out of a hotel. Rolling down car windows. Using dictaphones. It was a nice reminder of how different the world was not so long ago. All of that being said, my favourite sentence in the book is: "I feel I stand in a desert with my hands outstretched, and you are raining down upon me." (Highsmith, P. The Price of Salt. p. 128). What a beautiful way to convey a feeling.

Lessons

 This was a nicely told story whose style reminded me of the film "Boyhood" (Linklater, 2014). As with many books, the plot has its interesting parts and its not so interesting parts. It comes together nicely at the end, when I found out that I cared for Roland and, consequently, for Lawrence. But I still think several parts in the middle could have been more interestingly written. I found myself thinking much about the sexual relationship between Roland and his piano teacher Miriam Cornell. I kept asking myself why did Ian McEwan feel like he needed to include that relationship in his book. The book would have been essentially the same without it, seeing as the most consequential aspect of Roland's life was his having been abandoned by his wife. Reading the book I thought that relationship was more important to Ian McEwan than it was to Roland himself. I do not find it a good sign when I feel like an author is desperately trying to input their intent or moral code into their stories.

The Tenant of Wildfell Hall

 The only other thing I have read by Anne Brontë is Agnes Grey, and compared to it I did find The Tenant of Wildfell Hall to be a much better book. Jo recommended this book to me saying this novel actually did what Mating failed to do, that is, talk about relationships in a way that is actually relevant to people thinking seriously about them. Indeed the relationship between Gilbert and Helen is more admirable than the relationship between the unnamed protagonist in Mating and Nelson Denoon. At the same time, I would not say that Gilbert and Helen's relationship was a good example. It seemed to me that Gilbert was a little too immature. That may have been because that was the first time he was experiencing being in love—and yes, I am saying that that childish infatuation he had for Eliza does not count. Perhaps I saw too much of myself in Gilbert, which made me dislike both him and me. Helen was a better person. The things I disliked about her are of a different nature. I simply disliked how strong her religious convictions were. I hated how she was fine giving up the chance of being happy with Gilbert while alive with the excuse that they could be together in paradise after they died. I hated that her idea of perfect love meant loving literally everyone with the same intensity, with no special distinction for Gilbert. What is the point of being in love, then? There were a few good plot twists, and one very good moment of suspense there when we thought that Helen might be marrying Mr Hargrave. That was gossip among townspeople at its best.
  I am left still looking for a love story that may teach me something valuable. A relationship that I can admire. If you know of any, please do let me know.