Was a busy one. It started with me finishing J Robert Lee’s Angel of Death, which despite a very interesting premise was a very hard read. On Monday night I found myself in the Curzon watching The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. It was the Swedish version with the English subtitles. I went with two other Salanderites, it was a great movie with a clever script that kept very close to the books story. My train was delayed on the way home and despite leaving Paddington at 21:21 I didn’t get home to 23:51. Some controller with a personality disorder at Reading could not hold a main link for two minutes!
Tuesday I finally posted my review of Alan Bennett’s On the Margin. A comedy radio show from a time now almost completely gone. The radio show had been saved from the BBC archives and released on CD. Interestingly just as amusing as modern comedy. I also finished Paul Hoffman’s Left Hand of God, the very promising but ultimately disappointing Terry Brooks style pseudo religious, middle ages, comedy war epic. Which may hint at where it went wrong for me.
Wednesday I started reading Douglas Kennedy’s ‘Leaving the World’, which had me rapt from page one. A foray into women’s fiction.
Thursday I posted my review for Carabanchel, the non-fiction exploits of a drug runner in Spain’s most notorious prison. A riveting read I had finished a few weeks earlier but not finished the review. The Salanderites copies of Lee Child’s 61 Hours turned up Thursday as well, ready for our group read of the opening 30 pages around a table and a coffee in the Curzon on Friday.
Friday I was very disappointed when Rain (co-passenger and good coffee partner) popped up on the train in the morning as I reached for Leaving the World, a mesmerising read. Rain and me did spend the hour talking about faith and religion, and in particular his chosen flavour: Islam. Amazing the things you find out. Muslims think Jews deleted bits from the Old Testament to pretend Jesus never existed. Which is total hokum, I will only explain why on request though. Dinner time we Salanderites did the Curzon round a table reading Jack Reacher thing. Great fun. It’s cool being a geek sometimes.
Saturday Prideesh was on a study day and I was home alone. I decided to spend the day reading. My afternoon walk and intention to get some spring photos ended prematurely at the Plough. I did read the last 200 pages of Leaving the World in the good company of Kroneburg. With the tears hardly dry on my cheeks I thanked Clifftown for the recommendation, what a vivid character Jane Howard was. Then I reached across for 61 Hours.
Sunday I did some duties and the like, mostly the rabbit hutch. I can still smell the ammonia. I’m sure you could use rabbit pee as like a glow in the dark substance. The stuff is potent, I can still smell it. I ignored the Salandarites page caps and ploughed through to the end of 61 Hours. Then with the good lady Prideesh happily watching Marathon Man I retreated to my study and watched Punisher – War Zone. Which was very, very violent. I wrote the review for 61 Hours and posted it and went to bed.
I woke up and it was Monday again.
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