Hilary Mantel? Oh, my. I must move her up the list, I've been meaning to read her for dogs' years.
(And you must read The Castle of Otranto, which is all sorts of good clean fun.)
I will not do this because I am embarrassed of the much larger weird gaps in my reading. (I have just tracked down a copy of Zamyatin on Worldcat-- meant to read it in '08-- and it's going to be part of the first whack of stuff I put on hold in '09; I've read just about everything Simmons has ever written but the Hyperion books; ditto Moorcock and Mother London, which has been sitting on my shelf staring accusingly at me for twenty years; etc.)
I find it interesting that very few of these memes have a "strikethrough if you absolutely loathed it" option, as if no one could ever possibly hate anything on MY list!!!one!.
I am finally giving in and doing The Satanic Verses-- which has also been sitting accusingly on my shelf staring at me for twenty years-- in audio. It's one of four Rushdies I've tried (The Jaguar Hunter, Midnight's Children, and Shame being the others) that I simply can't get through. I don't know whether it's Rushdie's style or the translators' that gets me, but it does. Every time. It's all kind of loose and gangly and thwacks me in the side of the head while I'm trying to serve the soup all too many times.
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(And you must read The Castle of Otranto, which is all sorts of good clean fun.)
I will not do this because I am embarrassed of the much larger weird gaps in my reading. (I have just tracked down a copy of Zamyatin on Worldcat-- meant to read it in '08-- and it's going to be part of the first whack of stuff I put on hold in '09; I've read just about everything Simmons has ever written but the Hyperion books; ditto Moorcock and Mother London, which has been sitting on my shelf staring accusingly at me for twenty years; etc.)
I find it interesting that very few of these memes have a "strikethrough if you absolutely loathed it" option, as if no one could ever possibly hate anything on MY list!!!one!.
I am finally giving in and doing The Satanic Verses-- which has also been sitting accusingly on my shelf staring at me for twenty years-- in audio. It's one of four Rushdies I've tried (The Jaguar Hunter, Midnight's Children, and Shame being the others) that I simply can't get through. I don't know whether it's Rushdie's style or the translators' that gets me, but it does. Every time. It's all kind of loose and gangly and thwacks me in the side of the head while I'm trying to serve the soup all too many times.