Come gather 'round, people wherever you roam and admit that the waters around you have grown (Bob Dylan)

Wie geht's?

Books bought: 

Bwahahaha - I wish

Books read:

Robbers' Roost (Zane Grey)
Swimming Home (Deborah Levy)
Glory Days: from gumboots to platforms (Dr Glam)
Kidnapped (Robert Louis Stevenson)

Tale Of Two Cities (Charles Dickens)

Week 57 of Nu Zild's lock-down (pretty sure it's week 57 - what is 'time' anyway?) and the 'books to read' pile is down to three. Aarrrghhhh!!

Luckily, two of the three are Dickens' novels. So, like, that's good.

Robbers' Roost was a proper old timey western with an anti-hero, a feisty damsel who needed rescueing, baddies in black hats, epic landscapes, outlaws, cattle drives and gunplay!

Swimming Home I read over two days - it fair galloped along with Levy's classy literary style. After two of her books, I'm a fanboy.

And so to A Tale Of Two Cities. Woah - heavy stuff dude and so, like, appropriate to our life and times. I predict a number of apposite and pithy quotes (they'll be full of pith) appearing on The Purdzilla Show blog in the next few weeks.

Love and peace - Wozza

Nothing is real (David Copperfield, John Lennon)

Wie geht's?

Books bought:

• Glory Days - from gumboots to platforms (Ian Chapman)
• A Tale Of Two Cities (Charles Dickens)
• Kidnapped (Robert Louis Stevenson)
• Robbers' Roost (Zane Grey)
• White Butterfly (Walter Mosley)
• Mojo (Feb. 2020)
• Beat Instrumental (August 1969)

Books read:

• David Copperfield (Charles Dickens)
• Mojo (Feb. 2020)
• Beat Instrumental (Aug. 1969)

As indicated on my Jewels For The Thirsty blog yesterday, having finished David Copperfield, I'm feeling a little culturally bereft.

Once into the swing of Dickens, his characters come alive and it's like I've been living in 1850, sneaking peeks at David's journals as he writes.

Now that I'm done, I miss them.

Nick Hornby says he struggled reading things for a while after finishing his copy, and I get that. So, my solution is to go bang up to date with the latest Mojo. 

That and an old music magazine from England - Beat Instrumental from 1969. I bought it for the interesting article on the then 20 year old Rory Gallagher. Interesting because, even then, he's holding his battered guitar!

The Beat Instrumental and all of the books bought recently come from the Little Red Book Shop in Hastings, all except for Glory Days - that was a free copy from a stall at one of our favourite coffee shops, in Waipawa.

After that, I'm not sure - I think I'll go for one of the westerns - Zane Grey or Louis L'Amour. That should provide a nice change of pace before I launch into Turgenev's Fathers And Sons.

Love and peace - Wozza

Look at him sitting there with his hooter scraping away at that book (Paul's grandad to Ringo in A Hard Day's Night)

Wie geht's?

Books bought:

• Showdown At Yellow Butte (Louis L'Amour)
• David Copperfield (Charles Dickens)
• Fathers And Sons (Turgenev)
• Great Expectations (Charles Dickens)

Books read:

• The Polysyllabic Spree (Nick Hornby)
• David Copperfield (Charles Dickens)
• That Glimpse Of Truth (David Miller)

Deeply ashamed at my failure to buy a book for a while (as reported in the last post) I made it a priority to visit The Little Red Book Shop last week.

Actually, it meant two trips because the first time, when I went midweek, they were 'exceptionally closed' (according to the sign on the door).

I was on a mission to buy some Dickens in particular. That's also a source of shame.

As an English teacher and a lover of literature, I have to come clean and admit that, although I've enjoyed David Lean's films and BBC adaptations, I've never really read any Dickens; A Christmas Carol and that is it. I know! None of the biggies!

From time to time, I've flirted with the idea, but never followed through (when Fran stayed with us a few years ago she was reading a Dickens' novel and I felt a sense of shame then too).

Until the Nick Hornby collection that is, and his devotion to David Copperfield. If it's good enough for you Nick, it's good enough for me!!

Ivan Turgenev's classic was an impulse buy ($3) as I searched for the Dickens. I was sure Nick makes mention of it in The Polysyllabic Spree and regardless - I love stories about fathers and sons.

The Louis L'Amour is there because I couldn't find any Zane Grey and I had a hankering to read a western!

Especially after reading Steven Crane's short story in A Glimpse Of Truth to Jacky. 

The Bride Comes To Yellow Sky has some wonderfully descriptive passages:

The California Express on the Southern Railway was due at Yellow Sky in twenty-one minutes. There were six men at the bar of the Weary Gentleman saloon. One was a drummer who talked a great deal and rapidly; three were Texans who did not care to talk at that time; and two were Mexican sheep-herders who did not talk as a general practice in the Weary Gentleman saloon. The bar-keeper's dog lay on the board-walk that crossed in front of the door. His head was on his paws, and he glanced drowsily here and there with the constant vigilance of a dog that is kicked on occasion. Across the sandy street were some vivid green grass plots, so wonderful in appearance amid the sands that burned near them in a blazing sun that they caused a doubt in the mind. They exactly resembled the grass mats used to represent lawns on the stage. At the cooler end of the railway station a man without a coat sat in a tilted chair and smoked his pipe. The fresh cut bank of the Rio Grande circled near the town, and there could be seen beyond it a great plum-colored plain of mesquite.

Okay - it's back into the David Copperfield for me. Caio for naio.

Love and peace - Wozza