22 March 2016

Empire of the Summer Moon, S. C. Gwynne

I read this book a while ago and somehow failed to put it in this journal. My recollection of it at this point is poor. Therefore, I will provide this link to a review in the Chicago Tribune.

Looking for a Ship, by John McPhee



LA Times Review: http://articles.latimes.com/1990-08-26/books/bk-228_1_john-mcphee

May have originally appeared in the New Yorker,  at least in part.

An account of what it's like to be a merchant mariner, in the USA, or at least what it was like ca. 1990.

Very interesting, and typically well-told story by McPhee. 

The Shadow Girls, by Henning Mankell

This novel is not like others I've read by Mankell. It is not a crime novel, at least not in the usual sense, and does not feature a policeman named Wallander as the main character. Instead, the main character is a Swedish poet, Jesper Humlin. Humlin is, as the story sets out, not a very sympathetic character. He is, for one thing, overly concerned with the state of his tan.

Humlin's life is not without its problems: he has a troubled relationship with his own mother, a girlfriend who wants him to have a child with her without delay--he's not so enthusiastic, a publisher who doesn't listen to his protests when the publisher tells him that he will next be writing a crime novel (ha, ha, Mankell), and a stock broker who has cheerfully guided him into bankruptcy.

Into Humlin's life, in a semi-comic series of accidents, come three young girls, refugees who are illegally in Sweden. As Humlin learns their stories, and begins spending time trying to help them write, the novel takes on a new direction. In the end, things are different.

A review in The Telegraph,

05 March 2016

Revival, by Stephen King

Involves an aging rock-and-roll guitar player and his longtime relationship with an ex-preacher who has lost his faith in God and has turned to experimenting with "secret electricity."  It's not the best book I've read by King, but it was nonetheless captivating. The hocus-pocus is mostly crap, and of a predictable type, but the underlying philosophy is rather disturbing. I won't reveal more in case you want to read the book some day.

King uses some elements of carnival culture in this novel, which reminds me of Joyland,  which I read not too long ago. It seems that he didn't waste any leftover research from that effort.