Hello there. Hope you’re feeling well today.Now that the World Cup is slowly drawing to a close probably the only good thing is that there’s more time to go back to reading. I must admit in the past month or so to having slowed up on it whilst there was the distraction of the global footy.
But now normal service has been resumed. And let’s start with the book I’ve read since I last chatted on the subject.
|Bernard Cornwell – Fools and Mortals|
Now I slight digression is called for to explain why I’ve never read a Bernard Cornwell book before. In the mid nineties I made the mistake of watching a programme in the TV series of his Sharpe novels. All about the adventures of a British soldier in the Napoleonic wars. And to be honest in my early thirties it just didn’t seem that interesting anymore whereas previously I would enjoy them. Only later did the explanation come clear.
I was growing old.
Also though as I’ve mentioned in this blog I read a C S Forester Hornblower novel about a year back and didn’t like it. It’s patriotism was over the top. The sort a member of UKIP would love. So not for me.
So Mr Cornwell’s books have been avoided….until now. And let me say I loved Fools and Mortals. Set in Elizabethan times it follows a (literally) Shakespearean theatre company in the days where female roles were played by men. One of whom turns out to be the main character. William Shakespeare’s younger brother.
Did Shakespeare have a brother? I don’t know and it doesn’t matter. It’s a historical entertainment. Indeed I’ll go as far as to say that as an entertainment it’s the best book I’ve read this year.
I might still be right about his Sharpe novels. But reading Fools and Mortals has made me realise that should opportunity come I should give them a go.
I mentioned in my last post that I was going to spend part of Saturday in a book sale in Sully where I’m currently renting. I haven’t bought that many books since we moved out of Bridgend so wasn’t going to pass away the chance here.
(Another quick aside – Still renting at the moment whilst looking for “the place” – We thought we’d found a house and had an offer accepted only to drop out when the survey revealed a house that didn’t so much need updating as upending and demolishing. It was that bad.)
It was held in The Old School Hall, now used for community activities.
Signs and Balloons For Books…I Love It
There was a good selection on display.
|Full On Trestle Table Action|
Now the price range was 1 book for a pound or six for five pounds. The intention was to buy six. The idea was two were those suggested by my favourite book podcast Backlisted, Two were going to be Penguin Paperbacks and two were going to be “Welsh” books as I’ve recently realised that I’ve not been chatting about Welsh books and their authors and this will change.
So the first book was:
|Raymond Chandler -The Big Sleep|
This is the sort of book I feel I know about even though I haven’t read it. Certainly a book I should’ve read by now. So soon a literary bucket list will be ticked (An author on Backlisted by the way).
Now I only bought one “Welsh” book in the end. Could’ve bought more but wanted to avoid books by Catrin Collier or Dylan Thomas or about rugby.
(To be fair I’ve yet to get round to the audiobook I’ve got of Dylan Thomas’ poetry – which I think is better listened to than read. And was tempted by a biography of Richard Burton. It’s hardback brick length put me off. When we eventually more somewhere I will seek it out)
So it came to this.
|Oliver Balch – Under The Tump|
Then I saw a Penguin Paperback.
|Honor Tracy – Mind You I’ve Said Nothing|
“Forays In The Irish Republic” is the description to this travel book. Let’s just hope it’s not clichÃ© Ireland.
The next one was suggested again by Backlisted
|Elizabeth Taylor – Mrs Palfrey At The Claremont.|
The next does not fall into any of the categories I intended. Still….as I’m a fan
|Clive James – Even As We Speak|
And finally. Recommended by Backlisted and apparently David Bowie.
|Spike Milligan – Puckoon|
All for Â£5….
And that’s not all. Went to the nearby library afterwards. The next book on the non fiction pile to read there was…
|Jo Hardy – Tales From A Young Vet|
All I can say is. If she can’t get me to be interested like James Herriot could then she’s failed.
No pressure then.
Until the next time.