Tag Archives: western canon

Mary Roach, Vladimir Nabokov, Georgette Heyer

I continue to struggle to find the time to review all the books I read. However, I decided to start over again with a blank slate.
Bonk: The Curious Coupling of Science and Sex, by Mary Roach: I’m not a forensics enthusiast so I hadn’t read Roach’s Stiff despite it being highly recommended to me [...]


Last memory lane post of the day. I kept up with the Chesterton quotes for two more days before I moved on.
[Daylight and Nightmare, by G.K. Chesterton]
From “The Angry Street”:
“And you?” he cried terribly. “What do you think the road thinks of you? Does the road think you are alive? Are you alive! Day [...]


It’s a testament to her skill as a writer that Byatt always excites such a vehement response from me, no matter what she’s writing. Actually, I still remember scenes from this book quite vividly. Reading this book was not about enjoyment—it means nothing to say that I liked or disliked the book—but about [...]


Resuming reposting five-year old entries about books. At the moment, still sifting through the “Chesterton phase” of my last year in high school.
[Tales of the Long Bow, by G.K. Chesterton]
I’ve been going off on a G.K. Chesterton reading rampage, and I have a funny quote, from “The Unobtrusive Traffic of Captain Pierce”:
“I have every [...]

School stories

A repost of books read for the “school stories” theme.
Maurice, by E.M. Forster: Maurice draws a portrait of the eponymous protagonist, in the process of self-realization of his homosexuality while struggling with the taboos and social restrictions of his time. I’ve read Forster’s A Room With a View and Howards End a while ago, [...]


[The Man Who Was Thursday, by G.K. Chesterton]
I finished The Man Who Was Thursday last night, and I reaffirm my goal to try to write like G.K. Chesterton. I really can’t describe the book adequately, but it was like one of those dreams where you’re terrified or wildly delirious but you don’t want to wake [...]


More than four years later, I still aspire to write like Chesterton.
[The Man Who Was Thursday, by G.K. Chesterton]
Oh, and The Man Who Was Thursday is really an absolutely wonderful book. For example:
And in some strange way, though there was not the shadow of a shape in the gloom, Syme knew two things: first, that [...]

Helen Fielding, Arturo Pérez-Reverte (trans. Sonia Soto), Stendhal (trans. Richard Howard), Patricia C. Wrede & Caroline Stevermer, Kate Ross, Diana Wynne Jones

The following books were read from January to March 2006.
Bridget Jones’s Diary, by Helen Fielding: I’ve seen Bridget Jones referenced obliquely so many times—in magazine articles, in the Very Secret Diaries, in passing conversations—that reading the actual book was somewhat of an anticlimax. I suppose it also didn’t help that I had watched the movie [...]