Tuesday, October 20, 2020

Five Books That Don't Get Their Own Posts

Today I am writing about five books I have read in the past few weeks that I don’t want to write whole posts about, but just to note. When I read a book and don’t post about it, it is usually either because I didn’t feel strongly about it, or because I felt there wasn’t a lot to say about it. Here is my list. About the first two: I have loved reading mysteries ever since I started reading on my own, beginning with the Nancy Drew books. But I sometimes get tired of mysteries and don’t read any for months or years. I haven’t read many for at least a couple of years now, but in these pandemic stay-at-home days, I have picked up a couple and enjoyed them. I read one of Louise Penny’s recent Chief Superintendent Armand Gamache books, some of which I have read before, and I have always savored the Montreal (city of my birth) setting among other attributes. This one was “Kingdom of the Blind” (St. Martin’s, 2018), and I did indeed enjoy it, if mildly. The other mystery was G. G. Vandagriff’s “An Oxford Mystery” (Orson Whitney Press, 2019), and I am sure people who know my Anglophile taste will see why I was drawn to it. It was quite entertaining for its Oxford setting and its female main characters, although not outstandingly well written. Third, I read the bestselling author Emily Giffin’s “The Ties That Bind” (Ballantine, 2020), an absorbing book if too much in the category often called “chick lit.” (I don’t like that label, but I often find it relaxing to read books that people classify that way.) Then, fourth, there was the much more critically esteemed book, “Weather” (Knopf, 2020), by the also critically esteemed Jenny Offill, which is about a woman and climate change and human relationships (sorry, that is a reductive description!) and is mostly written in short fragmentary sections, very intense, which I admired but didn’t particularly enjoy. Fifth and finally, Heidi Pitlor’s intriguing book about a woman ghostwriter, “Impersonation” (Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill, 2020), did engage my attention and I relished the literary aspects as well as the parts about the main character’s complicated personal life, but when I closed the book, I felt I wasn’t left with much I wanted to say about it. I apologize if this post sounds dismissive; I don’t mean it that way, and I have a deep respect for how hard it is to write fiction, but I am perhaps trying to convey the mishmash of books I am reading these days, some of which are very satisfying and some not so much, quite possibly my fault rather than that of the authors.

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