Just a swoop-in post to purge my system of a couple of books I’d rather not bother to finish.
These were on the Books I’ve Been Meaning to Get To list, and I’m relieved to be able to cross them off my list.
The Map of Time, a book with a super shiny, extra foil-y, nearly holographic cover, by Spanish author Felix J. Palma came out in 2011. I couldn’t resist it. I was reminded to read it when I discovered that the sequel, published this summer, has–I shit you not–3-D endpapers! Alas, 200 pages in and I just don’t care about these characters. Meh. Sorry. Maybe it will dazzle the people at the thrift store.
Michael Chabon is one of those current literature greats that, as readers, we’re all supposed to read. I read…something…by him in 2008/9 and it made such a great impression on me that I can’t remember when I read it or what the title was. I didn’t understand any of it, and at the end I found myself having missed some portion of my life. However. The Yiddish Policeman’s Union was talked about a lot, and it won the Hugo, no? I’ve read the first two chapters three times and again I’m having that memories-wiped sensation of before. The particular bother with this one is that I can’t see past this question to comprehend what I’m reading–in a fictionalized account of a displaced people finding a home, what happened to the peoples they displaced? I’m sure it’s all explained in chapter three.
Anyway, there you are. In reading both of these books, I just felt like the author was not writing to *me*, but that I was looking through a dirty window onto someone else’s party.
Next! On to Cryptonomicon