It’s no surprise, but I find it difficult to get anything done in the summer. The vast expanse of seemingly free time ahead of me lulls me into inaction — that is, the kind of quiet action that many see as a waste of time — that is, reading.
So, although I’m falling behind with my work and Camp NaNo projects (more on these in a separate post), I’m way ahead on my reading.
Remember that 2015 Reading Challenge — a book a week, meeting various criteria? Well, it’s week 27, and I’ve read 32 books, with number 33 about to hit the “done” list. Here are some of the highlights:
Paul Scott’s Raj Quartet satisfies 2 *categories*. The first novel in this 2000-page volume, The Jewel in the Crown involves *a love triangle*, and the final three ought to do for a *trilogy*. You need strength to commit to a story that starts small — that love triangle in 1942 British India — then spirals out to cover the history of the Raj, race, class, World War II in eastern Asia, and the appalling violence in 1947 as British India partitioned into India and Pakistan. You also need patience, as Scott’s Rashomon-like story retells, from different points of view, basic plotlines: a rape, a vendetta, a suicide. The retelling rarely adds insight. What it does add, however, is weight to each act of violence, making each stand for the larger violence resulting from centuries of British rule in the Indian sub-continent.
Richard Hughes’ A High Wind in Jamaica, by *an author I’ve never read before*. Put this along side Lord of the Flies, and you’ll never think of “innocent” children again.
Richard Llewellyn’s How Green Was My Valley, which *became a movie* in 1941. Lovely, sad, and, since I’ve seen the film, impossible to read without hearing the actors’ voices.
Pioneer Girl, by *favorite author* Laura Ingalls Wilder, is the first version of the Little House books. She and her daughter, Rose Wilder Lane, tried repeatedly to publish it, but only now has it come out, with annotations, photographs, and letters to supplement Wilder’s text. I had to wait a while for my copy to arrive — the publisher didn’t expect the demand to be so high.
Enough with the time-wasting. I hope to write a few words today on my WIP, so I better get going.