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.