I said a couple of weeks ago that I was tired of certain things that I was reading and I wanted a break. I alluded to this sordid affair, but I thought at the time that I'd just step back and let those who are much more involved in it to hack it out. So I read my Twitter feed less and read a variety of books or played an inoffensive racing game on my iPad instead of keeping up to date with matters.
Then I bothered to check my Facebook timeline just now and I saw all the ugliness screen-captured for people's edification: Speculative Friction. It is a complete airing of dirty laundry and it just confirms for me why there are certain people whose fictions I've never liked or were never interested in reading.
And with this out of the way, back to reading. Thinking of alternating between Philipp Meyer's The Son and Arundhati Roy's The God of Small Things.
Then I bothered to check my Facebook timeline just now and I saw all the ugliness screen-captured for people's edification: Speculative Friction. It is a complete airing of dirty laundry and it just confirms for me why there are certain people whose fictions I've never liked or were never interested in reading.
And with this out of the way, back to reading. Thinking of alternating between Philipp Meyer's The Son and Arundhati Roy's The God of Small Things.
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The God of Small Things is definitely a more worthy thing to spend your time on. I have to read it again one of these days.
I'm reading The Son right now and it is absolutely blowing me away. It starts out small and just continues to build, constantly getting better. I can't recommend it enough.
Yeah, both are very promising so far, especially The Son (I've read about 100 pages, or around a fifth). I also enjoyed greatly Meyer's first novel, Rust, and think his selection for the 2011 "Forty Under 40" The New Yorker list was justified.
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