post-ferie.

Jobbåret er allerede to uker gammelt, og ferien er allerede et vagt, men bra minne. Selv om det lesemessig har vært så som så (er fortsatt to bøker bak skjema). Det som reddet det fra å bli helt fadese, var Bookerprisen. Men la oss ta det i rekkefølge, i spedt litt reisetips.

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Jeg tok med meg ei bok på ferien (+ ipaden med kindleappen). Den heldige utvalgte ble Det feige hjertet av Javier Marías (1992). Grunnen til at det ble nettopp den var at jeg trengte å lese noe fra andre land enn de vanlige og den er på 1001-lista. Konklusjonen er at jeg burde ha valgt en annen bok. Og hadde jeg kunne min Shakespeare så hadde jeg nok gjort det, siden tittelen referer til Macbeth. Den har sikkert andre referanser også, men de tok jeg ikke. Uansett, boka handler om en mann, Ranz, som reflekterer over sitt eget ekteskap og farens mystiske fortid. Den har mange elementer som er bra, som når Ranz hjelper sin venninne å finne en partner – alt var ikke enklere før Tinder for å si det sånn og når endelig farens hemmeligheter blir avslørt. Men det er også for mye dautid i mellom de gode elementene for min del. Klarer ikke å se helt hva som er så nyskapende og god med denne at den fortjener en 1001-status. Men lest er lest.

To uker ble tilIMG_0813bragt i Denver, som er en av de byene som ligger høyest i USA og Colorado er kjent for Rocky Mountains, bryggerier og sin liberale narkotikalov. Det første jeg erfarte er at sjøsamegenene mine må være ganske sterke siden 1500 meter over havet ble for mye. Jeg klarte aldri å venne meg til høydemeterne, og det hjalp ikke med et par dager på 3500 moh i tilegg til de vanlige. Føltes som jeg konstant var fyllesyk og kondisen var elendig (men den er dog mye bedre nå, så har troa på høydetrening). Denver er virkelig en bilby, så det var vanskelig å danne seg et ordentlig bilde av byen, siden mye tid ble tilbragt i en Lyft mellom bryggerier. For er det noe Denver og Colorado kan, så er det å brygge øl. Tror vi klarte 10 bryggerier på 14 dager (kanskje ikke noe rart at man følte seg evig fyllesyk). Bildet er forøvrig fra et av favorittene, Epic Brewing. Jeg var innom kun en bokhandel, men det var også et av de beste konseptene jeg har sett; bokhandel og bar! Den heter selvsagt BookBar, og ligger i ei gate med andre kule barer og butikker. Anbefales! Selv om den var litt i det dyreste laget. Jeg plukket med meg There There av Tommy Orange og the Mars Room av Rachel Kushner. Den siste ble med meg hjem siden de nominerte til Booker-langlista ble publisert mens jeg var i Denver, og jeg ble jammen revet med i år også. Spesielt siden engasjamentet til Labben og de andre Bookerbabes er så stort!

Den første av årets Bookerbøker jeg ble f35687802erdig med var Snap av Belinda Bauer. At en ren krim blir nominert til Booker er uvanlig, så da er jo forventningene at dette jo være en bra krim! Dessverre er den under par for min del. Jeg tror det er meninga at den skal være så forutsigbar som den er, men da må jo spenningen komme fra noe annet, og det syns jeg ikke at det gjør. Uansett, den handler om familien til en dame som er drept, og fokuserer særlig på eldstemann. I tillegg foregår det ubehageligheter i nabolaget. Helt ok, men neppe Bookermateriale.

36373648Den andre ut var the Mars Room av Rachel Kushner. Hvis jeg skal beskrive denne, så vil jeg si at det er sånn som å se Orange Is the New Black. Og at serien er bedre. Jeg syns det ble for mange løse tråder og for mye hopping til at jeg likte det.

 

 

 

36047860Tredje boka var jeg heldigere med. Anna Burns har skrevet en veldig bra fortelling om konflikten i Nord-Irland. Milkman er et herlig portrett av en ung jente som blir stalket av en notorisk mann med samme kallenavn som romanen. Jeg var usikker i begynnelsen om denne var noe for meg; det gikk tregt og jeg klarte ikke å få noe oversikt siden omtrent ingen har navn, men blir kalt ting som third brother-in-law og second-oldest-friend (hjelper heller ikke at alle har hundre søsken). Men etterhvert så løste det seg, og fortellerstemmen er virkelig herlig. Anbefales!

 

h%qoZCeRRqa+2jAHxdXE4gI tillegg til Denver, så ble Toronto besøkt på min Amerikaferd. Mitt første møte med Amerika var nettopp Toronto for ganske så nøyaktig 10 år siden, og det ble et herlig gjensyn. Jeg gjorde ikke stort annet enn å vandre rundt, besøke bryggerier (ja, her kan de også brygge øl) og suge til meg storbyen. Utgangspunktet for hele turen var å få med seg the National i Toronto og det var en fantastisk konsert! Jeg tok meg også tid til litt bokhandling, fant en fin bokhandel uten air con, og der ble Jamaica Inn av Daphne du Maurier (sa jo det) og the Book of Illusions av Paul Auster med hjem. Hun bak kassa anbefalte en fin, men sliten bar med fantastisk bakgård som et bra lesested. At puben het the Cloak and Dagger var jo bare en bonus. (Husker dessverre ikke hva bokhandelen het, men den ligger et par innganger lengre ned i gata på samme side). Det eneste negative med Toronto var tordenværet som gjorde at jeg ble et helt døgn forsinka på hjemveien og måtte overnatte på et strømløst hotell. Men i etterkant er det jo sånne ting som gjør at man får en god historie å fortelle.

50618Og takket være tordenvær, så ble også flyet såpass forsinka i New York at jeg fikk lest ferdig the Book of Illusions (2002) før flyet tok av. Boka handler om en forfatter som mister hele familien i en flystyrt og som i sorgen finner et prosjekt som holder han i live. Prosjektet handler om å skrive om en ukjent filmregissør, som er antatt død. Men etter at boka er publisert får han mystiske henvendelser. Boka var underholdende, men jeg har nok lest litt for mange lignende bøker til å la meg sjarmere helt. Og slutten var helt forutsigbar.

 

Post-ferie innlegg done! I tillegg til Bookermania, så leser jeg også August Is a Wicked Month av Edna O’Brien, for å balansere det nye med litt klassisk. Skal prøve å oppdatere bloggen litt jevnligere. Og få lest noe norsk 2018. Gleder meg til Stavanger om ei måned!

ny favoritt!

… skulle være overskriften på et innlegg som jeg skulle publisere tidlig i januar. Det skulle handle om Øst for Eden (John Steinbeck, 1952), somer den beste boka jeg har lest på lenge, ja, kanskje til og med noensinne. Men jeg strevde med ordene og plutselig hadde det gått et halvt år. Kanskje det er umulig å beskrive Øst for Eden? Kort fortalt handler den om to familier, Hamilton og Trask i Salinas og foregår over flere generasjoner. Bakpå står det at de presterer å etterligne både Adam og Eva pluss Kain og Abel. Cathy er den ondeste/beste karakteren jeg har møtt – herregud for et kvinnfolk! Jeg vet at dette er en bok jeg kommer til å lese flere ganger siden jeg tviler på at man får med seg alle nyansene den ene gangen. Men tviler på at det blir den første boka jeg leser hvert år.

Siden januar har jeg lest mye, men ikke nok til at jeg er ajour med Goodreads målet mitt med 50 bøker. Er fortsatt to bak skjema. Heldigvis er det forsatt nesten ei måned igjen av sommerferien, og akkurat nå leser jeg Stillitsen av Donna Tartt (2013) for harde livet for å bli ferdig med den før flyet går til Denver på tirsdag. Ikke at det er noe vanskelig, siden boka er høyst drivende. Vedder også på at jeg kommer til å grine på et eller annet tidspunkt. Den feier seg også inn i rekken av bøker lest i sommer som handler om staselige eiendommer og rare familier.

Det be24826361gynte med at jeg leste Skjønnhet er et sår av Eka Kurniawan (2002). Historien begynner med en prostituert som står opp fra grava. Hun har levd et innholdsrikt liv, blant annet startet hennes karriere som gledespike for japanske soldater under den andre verdenskrig. Romanen inneholder mye og var særdeles underholdende. Men jeg tror jeg gjorde den store feilen og leste de siste to hundre sidene i et jafs, noe som gjorde at jeg ble lei og utålmodig. Boka hadde nok fortjent noe bedre konsentrasjon enn det jeg hadde å gi.

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Den andre boka som virkelig tok meg med storm dette året er Rebecca av Daphne du Maurier (1938). Den atmosfæren som grep tak i meg fra første setning er vanskelig å beskrive, men jeg levde meg virkelig inn i historien. Jeg ble også overrasket over hvor uventet handlingen ble, jeg hadde forventet meg litt gufs. Men at det skulle bli en kriminalroman var uventet. Jeg skal få somlet meg til å se filmversjonen av Hitchcock før eller senere. Dette er en bok jeg skulle ønske jeg leste i min ungdomstid, men heldigvis var det aldri for sent. Anbefales på det varmeste!

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Tredje boka i staselige eiendommer og rare familier var Åpne sår av Gillian Flynn (2006). Den handler om en journalist som må tilbake til hjembyen for å skrive om mord på to småjenter. Temmelig makaber bok, men hjelp så det gikk unna. Likte denne mye bedre enn Gone Girl, selv om den er lite realistisk. En miniserie er tilgjengelig på HBO Nordic – jeg skal se den når høstmørket setter inn.

 

 

Ellers bør Molde/Amerika-kvartetten til Edvard Hoem få hederlig omtale. De gikk ned på strak arm. Jeg har også klart å få en sakprosa under beltet, nemlig Min europeiske familie av Karin Bojs (2015). Interessant hvis du er interessert i slektsforskning, historie og arkeologi. Jeg leste den mens jeg ventet på DNA-resultatet og den hjalp veldig til å få plass hvor man stammer fra (som heldigvis ikke var særlig overraskende).  Er også overrasket hvor lite nytt jeg har lest – fikk nok en real overdose i fjor med hele Bookerlista og litt vel mange norske. Jeg har faktisk bare lest en 2018bok, og det var Macbeth av Nesbø. Vi får se hva Booker kommer opp med i år, er litt avventende, men det er jo umulig å ikke ble engasjert når man leser det Labben skriver. Jeg kommer garantert til å kjøpe noen bøker på min Amerikareise, så vi får se hva som får bli med i kofferten hjem (jeg gjetter noe nytt og noe Daphne du Maurier).

 

the cabin in the woods.

Our Endless Numbered Days by Claire Fuller (2015)
“’Dates only make us aware of how numbered our days are, how much closer to death we are for each one we cross off. From now on, Punzel, we’re going to live by the sun and the seasons.’ He picked me up and spun me around, laughing.’Our days will be endless.’” 
Peggy is 8 when her father takes her from her home in London to a remote cabin in Germany. He tells her that the rest of the world is destroyed and that they are the only ones left. They barely make it through the first hard winter, and Punzel, as she now calls herself, has to survive on roots and insects. She spends 8 years in the cottage before going back to London.

I absolutely loved the idea of this book, but the way the plot was structured ruined it for me. I wish that it would have been chronologically instead of flashbacks, because then it would have been more exciting. When you already know in the beginning of the book that she makes it back after eight years, it’s not really exciting.

I do understand that it is meant to be more about the mental aspect of being kidnapped and brainwashed than a thriller, but it didn’t really work for me. And the real shocker in the book came way too late to make a real impact on me. But yet, I still think of Peggy and that awful cabin.

murderess?

Alias Grace by Margaret Atwood (1996)
Grace Marks was just 16 in 1843 when she was first sentenced to death, then life for the murders of her employer, Thomas Kinnear and a housekeeper, Nancy Montgomery. James McDermott, who also worked on the estate, was hanged for the murders. Grace is placed in an asylum, where she does work for the family who runs it. There she is having conversations with a young doctor, Simon Jordan, who wants to examine her psyche.  Did Grace really partake in the murders?

Based on real events, Atwood has given life to Grace and painted a picture of her life before and in the asylum. And it is definitely interesting, I enjoyed the story and all the details. There are so many fascinating minor characters like Jeremiah the Peddler, Jordan’s landlady and her servant. I also got really interested in Susanna Moodie, so I need to read her account of migrating to Canada.

Despite being so good, it took two months to read this one. I have no idea why. Maybe it was because the book is so rich in details and prose. Atwood is still my favourite to win the Nobel prize and I’m glad I still have many books yet to read by her.

I’m left with some questions after finishing the book. Was she really guilty or not? If you have read it, what do you think?  And what really happened after she finally was released from the asylum? There’s a historic mystery waiting to be solved.

This was December’s read in Line’s 1001 books reading circle. 

psycho bitch.

Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn (2012)
Nick Dunne comes home on the day of his 5th anniversary to find the door wide open, the living room in disarray and no trace of his wife, Amy.  What has happened to her? The police quickly find evidence of foul play, and they also react to Nick’s bizarre behaviour. Would you be smiling if your wife was missing?

Nick is desperate to prove that he is innocent, but every time he uncovers a new clue, it all leads back to him. In between Nick’s narratives there are diary entries from Amy from the time they first met and until things started to fall apart. And then BOOM! Plot twist.

The plot twist is what I liked best about the book, and the ending is certainly the worst. So… pointless? I had to see the film right away in case they had done something better concerning the ending, but no. I really enjoyed the film, but the book is perhaps slightly better as you get more insight and it’s interesting to read the diary. I’m also disappointed that they cut off the part with that crazy stalker chic from the film.  Another thing that really irked me about the book was the overuse of fucking bitch . I did a search on my Kindle, and bitch has been used 82 and fucking 99 times. I mean, I get it, but some variation? Please. But, nevertheless, nothing is better than reading a fast-paced mystery when you’re in need of a little escapism, and I have the two previous novels of Flynn saved on my Kindle for a rainy day.

“I can’t recall a single amazing thing I have seen first hand that I didn’t immediately reference to amp is of a TV show. You know the awful singsong the blasé: Seeeen it. I’ve literally seen it all, and the worst thing, the thing that makes me want to blow my brains out, is: The secondhand experience is always better. The image is crisper, the view is keener, the camera angle and soundtrack manipulate my emotions in a way reality can’t anymore. I don’t know that we are actually human at this point, those of us who are like most of us, who grew up with TV and movies and now the Internet. If we are betrayed, we know the words to say; when a loved one dies, we know the words to say. If we want to play the stud or the smart-ass or the fool, we know the words to say. We are all working from the same dog-eared script.

the last book I read in 2014

the Silkworm by J.K. Rowling (2014)
(Cormoran Strike  #2 , as Robert Galbraith)

Owen Quine, the author of one best selling novel and a lot of mediocre ones,  has disappeared. And his wife asks Cormoran to find him. Quine’s just finished a new novel which makes fun of a lot of people in the publishing industry. Could that be a motive for his disappearance? And then Cormoran finds Quine’s body. The body is arranged the exact way as Quine’s described his own death in the unpublished novel.

Rowling, as always, is spot on with her characters and descriptions. And the plot was never boring either. I was racing the clock to finish this on New Year’s Eve as I desperately had to read 50 books before the year was up. It was the perfect book for the job, but I’m afraid I don’t remember much of the plot afterwards, although the characters are still very vivid nearly three weeks after. I really like Cormoran and his secretary, Robin, and I hope Rowling continues writing about them. But I’d rather have more of Harry Potter’s universe and books like the Casual Vacancy, of course. 

Another Shetland mystery.

Thin Air by Ann Cleeves (2014)
Shetland #6

Four friends have come up from London, to the island Unst to celebrate a friend’s wedding. The wedding is lovely, and the friend stay up late in the white night, drinking and talking. One of the things they talk about is Perrie Lizzie, a local ghost story. When the rest of the group goes to bed, Rebecca decides to stay outside for a little longer. In the morning she is gone, and Polly receives an e-mail with the suicide note. The body is found in a small loch. But is it suicide or murder? Perez and his team take the case.
The 6th Shetland books is just like the rest. Perez and his team, a murder or more, and the beautiful nature of Shetland. The plot is good, the story exciting and the ending very happy. I’m still torn about the fact that the series continued after the 4th book, which was the perfect ending, and I’m actually hoping that this is the last.  But Ann Cleeves should definitely continue to write crime novels. I’ll read them.

Poets on the run.

the Savage Detectives by Roberto Bolaño (1998)

“There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.” 
Juan Gárcia is a 17 year old, who through his diary tells the story about his meeting with the Visceral Realists, a gang of poets living in Mexico City. They usually hang around in bars, drinking and discussing books. He also falls in love with one of them, María Font, and stops attending classes at the university. Two of the most famous Visceral Realists, Arturo Belano and Ulises Lima, along with a prostitute, Lupe, and Juan Gárcia,  have to leave Mexico City on New Year’s Eve 1975 because Lupe’s pimp has found them.

The second part of the book are eyewitness accounts from around the world, spanning from 1976 to 1996. Here we learn what Ulises Lima and Arturo Belano are up to in Mexico, Europe, Israel, USA and Africa and all the interesting characters they meet on their way.  It took some time to get used to the jumping from one eyewitness to another and piecing together the story, but once I got used to it, it became addictive.

The story is interesting, but I think you have to be really into poetry, and especially Mexican, to get everything out of this book. I usually skimmed the very detailed poetry part of the book. The rest of the book was right up my alley. Arturo Belano is the alter ego of Roberto Bolaño, and most of the characters are based on real persons (Wikipedia has a nice who’s who).

I read the book as a part of a book originally written in Spanish in Bjørg’s off the shelf challenge, temporarily being supervised by Hedda. I’m about a month late for the challenge as I have been a super slow reader this summer. the Savage Detectives has been on my shelf since 2011, so about time.

“Everything that begins as a comedy ends as tragedy.”

twenty.

Forty Days Without Shadow by Olivier Truc (2012)
 An ancient Sami drum is stolen from a gallery in Kautokeino and a reindeer herder is found murdered out on the vidde. And with a UN conference on indigenous peoples coming up, the drum needs to be found as fast as possible. Kenneth Nango and Nina Nansen from the reindeer police are asked to help out on the cases. 
Kenneth, a local Sami, who has been in the police for decades has admirers and enemies, even within the police. He knows most of the people in Kautokeino. Nina Nansen has just started working in the reindeer police and as she is from the south of Norway, she is not used to the conditions and cultures of the north. And she is especially fascinated by the sun coming back on the horizon.

As the plot thickens, a Frenchman with a taste for young girls and metals, makes his presence known in Kautokeino. It also seems that corrupt politicians and police are involved in the case. And then there is an old map indicating a gold mine.

It is always interesting to read books about Norway written by foreign authors. Olivier Truc is a French journalist who has worked mainly in Sweden and he definitely has a lot of knowledge about the Northern Scandinavia. The atmosphere of Kautokeino is spot on at times, and I especially think he explained the political climate well.  As this is fiction, some things are made up, such as the transnational structure of the reindeer police, but I think that is necessary for the story. I found the beginning of the book slow, probably because of too much information which didn’t really fit in with the story. But as the story progressed, the information became more integrated. The end came too fast and I was confused when there were no pages left on the Kindle. I would really like to know how Kenneth and Nina reacted to what had happened.

A good read which made me homesick for the Arctic and longing for snow and darkness while being in sunny Edinburgh. 

eighteen.

the Wasp Factory by Iain Banks (1984)
 Two years after I killed Blyth I murdered my young brother Paul, for quite different reasons than I’d disposed of Blyth, and then a year after that I did for my young cousin Esmerelda, more or less on a whim. That’s my score to date. I haven’t killed anybody for years, and don’t intend to ever again. It was just a stage I was going through.” 
 Francis and his father are the only residents on a small Scottish island. Francis’ father never registered him as a new born, so he doesn’t officially exist and has therefore only been home schooled. He spends his days running around the island, blowing up his dams and killing animals. His older brother, Eric, who has spent the last years in jail for killing dogs and scaring children, has escaped and is on his way home, which worries Francis. In addition to have killed three young kids, Francis has many other secrets. The Wasp Factory is a huge machine which gives him the answers in the times of need, and he uses this machine to figure out what to do about Eric. 

I think the Cauldhame family just won the award for creepiest family ever. Two brothers, where one kills dogs and the other children with a mad scientist as a father. I haven’t come across any worse in my time of reading. And the funniest thing is that despite all the awful stuff Francis does, I manage to feel sorry for him. Because after all, he is a product of his father. 

The book is both wonderful and awful at the same time. There was one scene, involving the brain of child, that made me sick to the stomach because it was so easy to picture the scene. It is definitely a book you should read if you can stomach it. And Iain Banks is making his way onto my favourite author list, such a shame that it happens after his death.