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Beautiful day -- I think the high was 82 (27.8 degrees Celsius). A cold front coming through tonight will drop the temps back into the 50s, so we seized the opportunity today to make bread. Two gorgeous loaves, mixed wheat and all-purpose white flour, with sunflower seeds and a little cane syrup for sweetness. The house smells wonderful.
Finished Jo Walton's Among Others, and ... well. Hello there, Unreliable Narrator. In the end, I'm not sure what the actual point of the novel was. I understand it's supposed to be a Coming of Age story, and that it's a figurative valentine to science fiction and fantasy and to the power of the written word (in the form of books) to provide an outlet for lonely, alienated kids. Maybe it's because I never felt that close to the narrator, even though it's in first-person POV. I couldn't connect with her, and Walton muddied things just enough for me to doubt what I was hearing -- hence the Unreliable Narrator. I recommend "Just Karen"'s review on Amazon for an excellent take on this book. Among Others is beautifully written but it left me utterly cold.
So. On to something new then. And for a great example of an unreliable narrator, I highly recommend John Lanchester's The Debt to Pleasure.
Finished Jo Walton's Among Others, and ... well. Hello there, Unreliable Narrator. In the end, I'm not sure what the actual point of the novel was. I understand it's supposed to be a Coming of Age story, and that it's a figurative valentine to science fiction and fantasy and to the power of the written word (in the form of books) to provide an outlet for lonely, alienated kids. Maybe it's because I never felt that close to the narrator, even though it's in first-person POV. I couldn't connect with her, and Walton muddied things just enough for me to doubt what I was hearing -- hence the Unreliable Narrator. I recommend "Just Karen"'s review on Amazon for an excellent take on this book. Among Others is beautifully written but it left me utterly cold.
So. On to something new then. And for a great example of an unreliable narrator, I highly recommend John Lanchester's The Debt to Pleasure.