Previous weeks: 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
After a hiatus of three weeks, during which I found that newborn babies and immense works of Russian literature do not really complement each other, I’ve been making good progress with the absorbing drama of the first part of volume two. I’m congenitally unable to not have a book on the go, however, so sought out some more light-hearted reading material for the Little Monkey’s first few weeks. (Not that War and Peace lacks for (wry) humour, but it does demand the reader’s attention.)
East of Ealing, by Robert Rankin, was the best so far of the Brentford Trilogy – it’s third in a series of five – although still not a match for his Hollow Chocolate Bunnies of the Apocalypse. And a chance encounter with a Kurt Vonnegut quote impelled me to read God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater, which was every bit as splendid as I hoped it would be. I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to read something by Vonnegut, he’s exactly the sort of writer that appeals to my tastes; I shall have a couple of his other works cued up for when I’ve finished War and Peace…
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