which worked fine as a compiled list but I fell into that black hole of "Other _______ " as my mainstay in book supplies comes out of the hordes of Edinburgh's charity shops. We're lucky to have them exist in packs up here with the useful addition of a few dedicated charity bookshops - Oxfam, in particular, excels in this field.
So the other day as I took a turn out of the office, I went past Shelter (temptingly two down from Work) & made my way down the hill in search of Oxfam and Atonement. Because it's not just the orphaned dross which ends up on the shelves, the familiar covers of the 'once read, now abandoned' authors. (Heh.) You can actually count on certain recent books to be there. Lo & behold, not one but two copies to choose from. Sorted.
I wanted Atonement specifically as Filmhouse are screening the film again this month (the wider 'burgh public get to benefit from 'The Film of the Book' course) & as I never caught it the last time round, I'm giving myself the next sixteen to complete it & fulfil the Golden Rule. Book first; film second. Why I want to see it: Romola Garai has an early turn as Briony & I love her acting; James McAvoy also features as the hero, likewise and Keira Knightley, well, she's not all bad. Plus, an epic element with landscape of war serving as a backdrop & repercussions of a single decisive life-changing event echoing down the ages. As I write, I still don't know what Briony actually sees between Cecilia & Robbie nor how she reports it so fatefully - that's all still to come; no spoilers, please!
From just looking at the shelves, I'd already spent £18. Line of sight included:
- Ghostwritten - David Mitchell
- Khaled Hosseini - A Thousand Splendid Suns; Kite Runner
- Love in a Time of Cholera - Gabriel García Márquez (I was informed over the summer that I absolutely should read this, causing it to move higher up the ranks; as well as Paul Auster's New York Trilogy. All in good time...)
I also picked up one called, The Song Is You by Arthur Phillips. I had to just nip back to my bookshelf as the title itself (although I was remembering along the lines of Whitman) is not memorable. I knew if I did not pick it up then, I'd probably never seek it out again.
The latter interested me and my choice of the latter had me intrigued. Often a book's title has been recommended, memorised, stored up to find sometime later so if I chance across it, I might purchase. This one however had only a cover & a blurb to go by. So what helped it out of the door in my hands? A few things. In the blurb, there's both a cliché and an unconventional aspect,
- a shock of dark red hair sings with a voice that demands his attention.Music also plays a strong part & I like that. It's a vital contributor to the richness of life. It weaves itself in in the smallest of ways and so significantly enhances the whole experience. A book which can tell of its story, High Fidelity as case in point here, has my vote.
- Though they do not meet, a strange and unlikely love affair is ignited.
A uniquely heart-breaking dark comedy about obsession and loss ?Well, we shall see... Book Thief back on hold for Christmastime & travels then. (I'm almost tempted to also chuck War & Peace in there as well as I'll be abroad from home for some time then.) As it happened, The Picture of Dorian Gray ended up jumping the queue into my suitcase that day. I also had Distant Star with me as planned but that one requires a whole blog-post unto itself. Mixed opinions lie there.
DG offered a shorter read & a quicker route in as befitted evening trainhours escapism. I did uncover a whole stockpile of Wilde's epigrams within its pages & it felt sometimes as though they were coming in so thick & fast, the characters lacked depth, serving instead as merely witty mouthpieces on occasion.
Yet it was still a good read. Lord Heny Wooton was in particular, very powerfully and darkly drawn and so beyond the realm of conscience, " .. I feel not / This deity in my bosom."
There were other areas too which I appreciated:
- the dual nature of Dorian as he descended to the depths of gutter life whilst still maintaining the public appearance;
- numerous comical exchanges, and impending tragedy;
- interest in Wilde's handling of male friendship-cum-attraction and the social abuse of opium;
- Wilde's infinitely good reflections upon relationships between the sexes and shrewd epigrammatic remarks which did prompt a wry smile.
Never trust a woman who wears mauve, whatever her age may be, or a woman over thirty-five who is fond of pink ribbons. It always means they have a history.... I can now also watch the film with a clear conscience & a proper understanding too. ;)
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