Time for tableside flowers. Porch books. The Green Road, Anne Enright. Turn off the TV. Aquarius. Sixties era Charles Manson story not up to hype, despite Duchovny. Go Rangers! Black Hawks. 7 games both. Rigged or what? Take that, FIFA. NHL can do it, too.
Us by David Nicholls.
David Nicholls paints a portrait of a modern English family with brushstrokes that hit the heart without being maudlin or sappy. A couple gets together for all the wrong yet right reasons at the time. They endure so much and find a kind of love over 20 years. Their son is the cistern that collects all of the pastel runoff and deals with it the best he can.
A spare style brilliantly intertwines stories that culminate in the summer of very questionable choices, which make sense in the end. It is laugh out loud funny. Poignant though never cry out loud sad. Best read of the year.
Tiger tanked. Gas prices rising as Gulf churns. Succumbed to finale hype and watched NewsRoom. Ridiculous writing. When did it become okay to spend most of your working day indulging in personal relationship bilge?
So far, 2012 ManBooker longlist has disappointed. Mantel’s Bring Up the Bodies, a weak sequel. Communion Town, by Sam Thompson, loosely absurd. This intricately imagined City could have provided a perfect architecture for ten distinctly odd short stories. It just didn’t. I guess Thompson was attempting the thread in the Persian rug as a foundational concept for his work. Each exists on its own. But, neither Sartre nor Camus is he. For me. Dr.Husband found Skios, “fraynetic“, too exhausting to finish. The Noises Off author, Michael Frayn, writes madcap farce better suited to the stage. Next try, The Yips. See Tiger.