Okay, it’s only January 13 and I’ve tackled three books already. Time, it is what it is, and I like to read.
AND WHY NOT!
The Mimic Men by V.S. Naipaul: Those colonials who leave their homeland for education, and then return, can only impersonate the refinement they learned. Because when back in the colony, they confront the same petite ignorance that propelled them to leave in the first place. This book is masterfully written, and captures moods of two exceptionally different places.
The Book of Illusions by Paul Auster: Compelled to follow the history of a disappeared man from sixty years before, a man finds that discovery is only the first part of a test of his courage as a human. Auster’s trim sentences and terse narrative draws you in, only to send you on a fun-house ride of knowing and deception.
The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood: The future of the USA has been determined by the coming religious wars (Baptist troops fighting Quakers, etc etc etc), which force an erzats patriarchal society that enslaves fertile women as baby-making machines, and hangs men for being … men! Righteous stuff, this, and, with only a little imagination, it could come true some day, given the US’s religious wacko-ism and uber-fucked-up gun laws.