Monday, 30 May 2011
The first book group field trip and the books for June
In the meantime please read the 2 books for June
Thursday, 12 May 2011
2 months for the price of 1
Thursday, 31 March 2011
March/april book(s)
Just a mini update. April 16th wetherspoons @ Bank circa 18:00. Prerequisite for attendance: having read The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood and/or Number9dream by David Mitchell.
Walking down the Crow Road
Firstly a belated thanks are in order for one of our new members. Thanks Sarah for your excellent hosting of the Scottish themed Iain Banks evening. An enjoyable read all round featuring a few extra special moments of morse code related joy!
Once we were all sufficiently stuffed of haggis, neeps and tatties (ok maybe Scottish shortbread, but we made the effort), the discussion revolved around the humour used and the themes of class and 'scottishness' that were prevalent throughout the novel.
All of us admitted that the book was very funny in places. The Crow Road is ultimately a mystery and coming of age novel rolled into one. The story was very dark and filled with black humour, death, loneliness and fragmented families. Prentice, the lead character, spent the novel estranged from his atheist father who was disappointed when Prentice 'rebelled' and discovered religion. Banks clearly used the novel to play around with more traditional Scottish views. Thatcherism, mostly a loathing of it, is also explored. The vivid descriptions of rural Scotland are littered with images of forgotten and abandoned industries.
The novel flicks between the generations of the central characters, that was a little hard to get used to but all made sense towards the end. Some of the group felt that the pace of the novel was a bit too slow through the middle.
The ending? Probably as happy and rounded an ending as you could expect from a novel as dark as The Crow Road is. I will leave out any references to the morse code sex scene as I can't type when I'm cringing.
What we liked:
The descriptions of Scotland
The importance of floppy discs
The humour
What we didn't like:
The pointless younger brother
The way the story of the father was developed
The morse code scene (or did we secretly love it?)
Monday, 7 February 2011
Ach ay' canny we read thi? - Iain Banks
Who knows, if this goes well maybe Trainspotting next? I have to admit reading in the vernacular is one of my favourite things to do. Anyway, early reports about the novel are very positive, we are meeting on Friday 25th Feb, at the usual haunt.
Until then, lets get reading peoples...the countdown clock has started.
Madame Bovary and the magical Christmas disappearing act
Although a few select 'premium' members of the club read and thoroughly enjoyed 'The Bove'; the temptations of a mince pie and some mulled wine proved to much for many to handle. Madame Bovary is a bit of a slow starter, I enjoyed reading about French provincial life (probably watching too much of Disney's Beauty and the Beast as a child did that) and getting a feel for characters that seemed more caught up in the ideals of what life should be like rather than what is actually going on around them. For some of the group this was a bit tedious and they wanted the story to hurry up and start.
The Bove, once it gets in the flow, is a great tragic novel with a perfectly flawed heroine for the reader to love and hate in equal measure. The desperation of Emma Bovary to escape her mundane life as a doctors wife, have the wild affair and handsome prince she 'certainly' deserves makes for a great story. As age takes it's toll on Madame Bovary her fixation on her dream life intensifies; throughout the second half of the novel she is teetering on the brink of madness (I diagnosed her with bi-polar by the second chapter!). The ending, unexpected and fabulous, will stay with me forever. As you can probably tell, I liked it...A LOT.
I love finding a classic novel that can resonate so much with modern day life. Literature showing us that human emotions have not evolved; dreams, desires and wishing for more than your lot in life is as apparent today as it was in Flaubert's mid Nineteenth Century 'Masterpiece' (??you decide).
My vote 9 out of 10...the rest of the group, read it and let me know.

