Thursday, December 30, 2010

Winter Break Reading

Winter Break tends to be my time to catch up on all the books I meant to read but couldn't over the last few months. After an excellent night's sleep (such a rarity), I grab a book and stick with it. In the afternoons, I spend an unhealthy amount of time at the local coffee shop, sipping my frothy mocha, chatting with the baristas, and flying through whatever book I'm working on. So here's the three weeks.

Fifth Avenue, 5 AM by Sam Wasson
Anyone who knows me at all is familiar with my obsession with Breakfast at Tiffany's (Exhibit A). When my friend Renata visited this summer, she brought along this newly-published book as a gift. Although more about the movie than the novella, this nonfiction book was a delightful read. Chapters were grouped well, the writing was colloquial, the story was fascinating, and the whole thing read a bit like a Hollywood gossip magazine. I would recommend it highly to fans of Audrey Hepburn and Breakfast at Tiffany's, the movie.
On a side note, the top floor of Tiffany's Fifth Avenue location should be transformed into a breakfast café/tea house.

Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier
I made a bit of a game out of finding (and fixing) typos in my copy of the book (not the one linked here). Du Maurier's style is sumptuous and superb-- her descriptions, sublime. I have an annoying habit of attempting to guess the outcome of stories. This book stumped me. Most of the plot points were a surprise. "Romantic suspense" is the category in which the book is most often placed, which is entirely correct. It shouldn't be confined to the category, though; it's an exceptional work of literature in its own right. The characters are well drawn, each with his or her own triumphs and faults. The protagonist, a young wife who feels unprepared for her role as matron of a house and society hostess, repeats her notions of low self-esteem, which can get a little repetitive. Max de Winter was a likeable, if enigmatic character; it is he who truly drives the story. The book is a true masterpiece of literature that should be read at least once.

This was the wildcard of my Winter reading. I bought this book several years ago for my father, who enjoys bicycling. The book is travel nonfiction, detailing a frazzled and stressed woman's bicycle trip around Spain. I found it to be enjoyable overall. It was witty, interesting, and smart, with great historical tidbits throughout; it made me want to read more books on Spanish history, in which I'm rather poorly versed. The chapters were short and revolved around the individual cities she visited. I'd recommend it to those traveling in Europe, particularly in Spain (obviously), and to anyone who would like to commiserate in the pain of bicycling up hills (yours truly included).

Currently reading: Storyteller: The Authorized Biography of Roald Dahl. At six-hundred pages and with the return to school fast approaching, I'm not sure when it will be finished.


Monday, May 31, 2010

Books Books Books

This site makes me die.

And especially this photo.
Schiaparelli (the name on the hatboxes) is perhaps my favorite designer. I have a beautiful couture jacket of hers (circa 1940s) that my grandmother found at the American Cancer Society store for $8. Greatest steal of our lives.

I am a little obsessed with my own bookshelves. They are organized systematically and no one but me is allowed to rearrange them. My 400+ books don't all fit in my room, which means that some are stored elsewhere.
An old photo (the shelves have since been reorganized) of my main bookshelves.



Saturday, May 29, 2010

September 2009-May 2010

This afternoon, I finished the last of my assigned reading for my first year of college. Somewhat fittingly, I began and ended the year with Henry James: The Ambassadors (September 29, 2009) and The Turn of the Screw (May 29, 2010).
I thought I'd compile a list of the books I've read this year. The few I did not read for school will be marked with an F (for fun). They are largely in order.

The Ambassadors- Henry James
A Room With a View- E.M. Forster
Dubliners- James Joyce
Portraits- Gertrude Stein
In Our Time- Ernest Hemingway
L'Étranger- Albert Camus
Banjo- Claude McKay
The Last September- Elizabeth Bowen
Hedda Gabler- Henrik Ibsen (F)
Nightwood- Djuna Barnes
Goodbye to Berlin- Christopher Isherwood
Portraits and Observations- Truman Capote (F)
Pride and Prejudice- Jane Austen
Wuthering Heights- Emily Bronte
White Swan, Black Swan- Adrienne Sharp
Great Expectations- Charles Dickens
The Picture of Dorian Gray- Oscar Wilde
Mrs. Dalloway- Virginia Woolf
Lucky Jim- Kingsley Amis
The Brief, Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao- Junot Diaz (F)
The Philosophy of Andy Warhol- Andy Warhol (F)
The Perks of Being a Wallflower- Stephen Chbosky (F)
The Monk- Matthew Gregory Lewis
The Italian- Ann Radcliffe
Mother Courage and Her Children- Bertolt Brecht
The Castle of Otranto- Horace Walpole
The Lesson- Eugene Ionesco
Northanger Abbey- Jane Austen
Waiting for Godot- Samuel Beckett
Frankenstein- Mary Shelley
Zoot Suit-Luis Valdez
Jane Eyre- Charlotte Bronte
Dracula- Bram Stoker
The Turn of the Screw- Henry James

I think that's it.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Review: Great Expectations

Great Expectations by Charles Dickens
I must confess, I am not a huge fan of Dickens. I do not enjoy the holiday ritual of A Christmas Carol (the movie version starring Donald Duck scared me as a child) nor did I particularly enjoy reading it in 10th grade English. It should be no surprise then that I trudged through Great Expectations. Assigned in my Masterpieces of English Literature course, I was given four days to complete the monstrosity. The first sentence of the novel screams Bildungsroman. The pacing of the entire first volume is irregular; Pip is reportedly seven on page 1, then suddenly 14 when he encounters Estella. Many of the pacing issues probably derive from the novel's form, which is that of the serial novel. It was published in 1-2 chapter installments purchased at a set interval for widespread consumption. As a result, the more Dickens wrote, the greater his profit. In addition to the time and pacing, I had issues keeping track of characters. Although perhaps representative of the number of people that become part of one's shaping, it got to the point that I no longer recognized names. Some seemed to have little or no influence on Pip. Relating to the whole cast of characters, the detail and length of the novel made it difficult to discern what was important. True, Dickens touches on many complex and vital themes and issues of his time, but his manner of doing so made reading feel like a duty instead of a joy.