I just finished “The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet’s Nest” — third book in the “Girl Who” trilogy by Steig Larsen. I enjoyed sinking into these complex books of Swedish intrigue and appreciated all the strong female characters — although there were probably way too many characters in the final analysis. It was an odd ramble from #1 (“Dragon Tattoo”), which was a mystery, through #3, by which time it had evolved into a LeCarre-style spy thriller.
I was going to go back to “Moby Dick,” but I just heard that Martin Cruz Smith (“Gorky Park”) has a new Arkady Renko novel out. Back in the ’90s I was so in love with Smith’s writing and wished my own novel(s) could be so internationally savvy and yet so personal.
Waiting on my Kindle is “Infinite Jest” by David Foster Wallace (I like, but not necessarily in the mood for young man coming-of-age angst), “The Spiral Staircase” by Karen Armstrong (why this author and religious historian left the convent), and “The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test” by Tom Wolfe (I have to be in the right mood to “relive” the Sixties).
My physical book pile includes:
- “Gertrutde Stein” by Renate Stendhal
- “Roads to Quoz: An American Mosey” by William Least Heat-Moon
- “Prairy Erth (a deep map)” by William Least Heat-Moon
- “Life A User’s Manual” by Georges Perec
- “Vanishing Point: Not A Memoir” by Ander Monson
- “Exercises In Style” by Raymond Queneau
Hmm… maybe I just watch a little TV…