Matthew Peterson Peterson itibaren 98070 Contura ME, Italy
my least favorite hornby book. about a bunch of people who are all considering suicide. Their stories and their interactions with one another. it's relaly just one big pity party. Some of its intresting. I also just had my wisdom teeth pulled and was sick from vicodin when I read this so maybe I just couldnt sympathize with these people. but i would skip it.
I asked Jen for a good translation of Russian authors, and she immediately handed me the Larissa Volokhonsky and Richard Pevear translation. Cheers, because this is the most readable, yet pleasurably dense, translation I've read since the Harper Classics translation of One Hundred Years of Solitude. This is enough to push me further into pursuing the Russians and their lengthy, twisty, intense works of fiction.
Haven't been a fan of Fitzgerald in the past, but I've found these stories to be enjoyable, tender and satiric in a way that reminds me of Austen, actually.