Kill Your Friends by John Niven

 

Niven's 2007 (?) debut novel. Okay as far as it goes, but definite AMERICAN PSYCHO vibe - over-the-top sexual, emotional, and linguistic violence. All about a music (UK 1990s) that I couldn't know (or care) less about. Reading it but it's not the amazing experience listening to OH BROTHER has been.

O Brother, a memoir by John Niven (audiobook)

 

Listening to Niven read this hilarious, heartbreaking, stubborn memoir of growing up with and mourning his troubled younger brother.

Casting Off by Elizabeth Jane Howard (Vol. 4 of Cazalet Chronicles)

 

Beginning Volume 5 today with great trepidation about it being over. I don't think I've ever read another novel (for I consider it one novel] as long as THE CAZALET CHRONICLES that maintained such steady, intense, interesting focus and detail on such a number of characters for so long a period (ten years, 1937-1947 so far).

p. 95 -  [Stella about her Uncle Louis after Auschwitz] "The point is that when... anyone becomes more than a certain amount unhappy they get cut off. They don't feel any comfort or concern or affection that comes from other people - all of that simply disappears inside some bottomless pit and when people realize that, they stop trying to be affectionate of comforting."

p. 343 - ... how the Duchy had once said to him that part of bearing the responsibility for one's actions entailed not unburdening them to other people and making them unhappy also. 

p. 369 - ... about whether anything they ever did would in the least change the worl and its dreary, warlike, power-mongering ways, about whether the arts were a politically civilizing influence, about whether people had always been the same and the only changes were technological.

p. 503 - "Stop being so sorry for yourself, making everyone else pay for your mistakes, expecting everyone to make allowances for you without even doing them the honour of telling them why. You've got to stop wallowing."

p. 591 - [what Father Lancing had said that a monk had told him] "You can put yourself in the centre of the universe, or you can put God. You cannot put another person there."

Summer of '42 by Herman Raucher

 

Tore through this via Kindle at the beach, a hit novelization of a hit movie, the novel of which my father had on his shelves and I read several times during my teen years. A coming-of-age, sentimental, quasi-sexual summer spent chasing an older woman. Still enjoyable after all these years.

Vagabond, a memoir by Tim Curry

 

Confusion by Elizabeth Jane Howard (Vol 3 of the Cazalet Chronicles)

 

Vol. III of the series. Love loved, couldn't put it down at the beach. The war continues, the girls (in particular) get older and wiser and hurt. 

p. 23 - "Isn't it funny how men have large ones and they hardly ever cry, and ours are only good for one dainty nose blow, and we cry far more often than they do?"

p. 81 - I don't think people every get over something as terrible as that [mother's death]; it just slowly stops being the only or main thing in their mind, but when they remember it, they feel the same.

p. 82 - [St. Nazaire destroyer incident - Brits rammed destroyer against lock gates, then mined the ship, then invited many German officers on board for drink when they were to be taken prisoner, and then they blew up their own ship.]

Erasure by Percival Everett

 

Another striking novel b Percival Everett, published in 2001, the earliest of his that I've read. Semi-autobiographical, emotive, meta (it contains another satirical novel and a short story). They made a move of it, American Fiction, 20 years after it was published, which I'm looking forward to watching.

Marking Time by Elizabeth Jane Howard (Vol 2 of the Cazalet Chronicles)

 

Volume II of the series. Great great great I'm hooked. The war starts and the kids get older. Rupert is lost in France. Zoe loses one baby and has another.

p. 13 - It's as though our feelings were simply the size of our bodies - smaller.

112-113 - She had decided that although she did now believe in God, she certainly didn't love him, she didn't even like him very much.

147 - Tragedy is never just bad luck. Tragedy is not taking everything into account, usually one own's nature. I'm not going in for tragedy - not me.

161 - but then Zoe had childish views = she was rather like an old sort of worn out child, Clary realized, and quickly put that down.