November is hectic every year. Due to many random events and much introspection, I spent more time writing than reading. I’m pleased with the amount of writing I accomplished, but I don’t have much to offer by way of reviews.
Of the books I set aside for November, the only one I’m excited to blog about is Crime and Punishment (which wasn’t even on the “official” list). I’m a good bit through, but still haven’t finished. My Kindle version proved quirky (advancing more than one page at a time) so I purchased a paper copy a couple days ago.
Marlon James’ A Brief History of Seven Killings has moments of fine writing, but I’m at a loss as to how/why it won the 2015 Man Booker Prize. James writes in a unique voice, but this doesn’t seem enough for so much praise. The first couple pages were brilliant, but quickly fell into a litany of murders, rapes, and murders preceded by rape. Writing a review will take a while because I don’t want to slam it too hard, but I’m not about to recommend it.
I’ve given some thought to December reading (A Christmas Carol, and so on), but then I ran across some great crime fiction… It may not be the cheeriest thing for the holiday season, but I’m excited to curl up with it on the couch nonetheless.