The Haunted Bookshop

[star]

Oh how I didn’t like this book. I should have DNF’d it, but it was called The Haunted Bookshop! I’d have thought it impossible for any book with that title to be so disappointing.

Where to start… the characters – the two main characters – are each in their own way incredibly irritating. Roger Mifflin, the bookshop owner, constantly reminded me of Walter Mitty: living in his own dreamworld with grandiose ideas about the power of literature. Just about every time he opens his mouth, it’s to deliver a long ultimately irritating panegyric on the fantastical powers of books. I love books and I believe the world would be a much better place if everybody read more, but Mifflin takes this idea too far and the result makes him look foolish.

Aubrey Gilbert, on the other hand, is actually foolish. An idiot really. He spends the book either spouting off sales rhetoric that sounds like an Amway pitch or flying off half-cocked chasing dust-devils and flinging about insane accusations. Remember the Dick Van Dyke Show? Gilbert is like Dick Van Dyke only without rational thought or a sense of humour.

The plot… sigh… the plot was good, what there was of it. Sadly it only accounted for about 1/10th of the book itself. The audiobook I listened to was 6 hours long and I swear if you edited out everything not directly related to the plot itself it would run less than 20 minutes. Tops.

The narrator did a good job, although he sounded so much like Leonard Nimoy I kept picturing Spock reading to me, except I’m pretty sure even Spock would have lost patience with the book after a couple of hours.

The best part of this experience? This was a library loan and it didn’t cost me anything but the time I spent listening to it and the energy I spent yelling at my car’s audio telling Mifflin to shut up already.

Ah well, moving on.

The book of lost books

by Stuart Kelly

Published: Sep 27, 2005 by Viking UK
ISBN: 9780670914999

[star]

I tried, I really did. 6 weeks and 3 library renewals, but ultimately I just ended up skimming through the last half, flipping through and reading bits about certain authors.

I was hoping for something more anecdotal, but this book is much denser and much more targeted at people who take literature Seriously. The writing is dryer than I like and almost academic.

The book deserves a higher rating; it’s obvious the author is passionate about his subject, I’m just not the proper audience for it.

A Passion for Books

A Book Lover`s Treasury of Stories, Essays, Humor, Lore, and Lists on Collecting, Reading, Borrowing, Lending, Caring for, and Appreciating Books
by Harold Rabinowitz

Published: Jan 23, 2001 by Three Rivers Press
ISBN: 9780812931136
Format: Hardcover (US)

[star]

The Subtitle for this book is pretty much the most accurate synopsis of the book possible. It’s an excellent collection of bits: cartoons, lists, quotes, poems and essays that range in length from one page to twenty. I think there’s even a curse upon those who steal books in here somewhere.

Everything included revolves around the simple love (or obsession) for books, as objects more than the stories they contain. That’s not to say the joy of reading isn’t part of the whole, but this collection focuses on the joy, the need, of owning the books themselves. Readers who’ve gone wholly digital, or prefer a minimalist housekeeping approach won’t find much to love here.

As with any collection of writings from various authors and times, some are better than others, but there were very few I just didn’t care for and then only because I either found the writing too dense or dated or the subject matter not quite interesting enough to enthral me. There were maybe three all up that I wouldn’t have missed if they were left out. Given the table of contents runs to two and a half pages, that’s a pretty good ratio.

The authors also include a 6 page bibliography at the end of other books about books, with the ones they used to create A Passion for Books marked with an asterisk.

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Jane Austen Cover to Cover

200 Years of Classic Book Covers
by Margaret C. Sullivan

Published: Nov 11, 2014 by Quirk Books
ISBN: 9781594747250

[star]

I’ve been lusting after this book for a few months now and it finally arrived today.  Nothing else got done as I promptly flopped onto the couch and dove it.

There’s more to this book than I originally expected, with thoughtful and sometimes downright snarky commentary about each cover.  The quality of the covers in each time period range from tasteful to tasteless to downright tacky and all a lot of fun to look at.

If you are a Jane Austen fan, this one is a keeper, although now I want to go out and search for some of these old editions (the original Peacock edition: yes please!).

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Thursday Next

First Among Sequels
by Jasper Fforde

Published: Aug 01, 2007 by Viking USA
ISBN: 9780670038718

[star]

Um… I don’t even know what to say about this one. Trying to talk about any of the Next novels is hard, but this one has just got too many things going on. It’s not bad, but I didn’t like it. It got better towards the end, but it felt like Fforde was writing this like it was the last one until the last 1/3. I also got the impression that he was making future book-writing easier on himself:

Destroying the ChronoGuard has to make future plotting easier; some of the time paradoxes that are in these 5 books hurt to read about – I can’t imagine creating them.

But while a few big issues are tied up in bows (see spoiler above – or don’t if you haven’t read this yet), there were a LOT of things left unanswered, like the Holmes and Brennen issues and what has he done to Pickwick!!!

So I didn’t like Pickwick’s lack of page time and when he was in scenes he was marginalised. I didn’t like the time jump either – I get why Fforde might have done it, but I imagine Thursday as a bit of an action/adventure heroine, and it’s rather hard to maintain that image when Thursday is in her 50’s trying not to notice her greying hair. I’m not saying I didn’t get there in the end, (I’m in Thursday’s demographic myself and I’d like to think I could keep on adventuring) but Fforde made me work harder for it than seems reasonable. Aornis Hades’ manipulation of Thursday added to my struggle to get behind this story. I also didn’t like the multiple Thursday Nexts; they were just over-the-top caricatures.

So really, there was a lot I didn’t like. But I did love the bookworld scenes, and whenever there was any interaction with the book characters, I had a lot of fun. The final scenes in the Bookworld were excellent too – I really enjoyed reading about TN’s time spent on that ship. I also love how he segued into the next book’s plot (and it made me laugh).

So not really a useful review, really – the book is just such a departure in so many ways from the previous 4 books. I’m still looking forward to the next one but not as much as I looked forward to the earlier books.

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How reading changed my life

How Reading Changed My LifeHow Reading Changed My Life
by Anna Quindlen
Rating: ★★★★
isbn: 9780345422781
Publication Date: November 15, 2001
Pages: 85
Genre: Books and Reading, Essays
Publisher: Penguin Random House

THE LIBRARY OF CONTEMPORARY THOUGHT is a groundbreaking series where America’s finest writers and most brilliant minds tackle today’s most provocative, fascinating, and relevant issues. Striking and daring, creative and important, these original voices on matters political, social, economic, and cultural, will enlighten, comfort, entertain, enrage, and ignite healthy debate across the country.


For a such a slim volume, this book left me with many, many thoughts. I think it would make an excellent book club read because the issues it raises are many and conversations could go on for hours. TL;DR version: it’s good and worth the read.

My personal feelings about this book jumped around like a yo-yo: at the beginning I was saying to myself “she’s describing my childhood!” and in the next breath I was saying “Oh stop making sweeping generalisations about things you don’t know!” and then back again to “yes, that’s precisely the point!”.

This slim volume consists of 70 pages of Quindlen’s musings concerning reading and the importance of it to her life thus far (and so many of us).

She makes some generalisations about gender that I didn’t agree with (why women read what they read vs. why men read what they read). My feelings (and I recognise they are just my own) are that she’s trying to give meaning to something that doesn’t need to have it. Knowing what MT gets out of reading Bosch and what I get out of reading Kate Daniels isn’t going to give any great insights into my marriage. The important insight is that we share an enjoyment of reading.

Quindlen also touches upon the great upheaval concerning The Canon and the collective wig-out pretentious idiots around the world are having at the inclusion of female and culturally diverse authors. I found this part pretty amusing, because both camps are right and wrong but ultimately doing exactly what they should to move things forward. Do women and culturally diverse authors need to be part of The Canon? Yes. Are there people who want titles accepted as part of The Canon not for merit but because they are diverse, or financially successful? Yes. But this acrimonious tug-of-war is exactly what literature ultimately needs because the titles that survive the brouhaha are the ones that will actually deserve to be called great works of literature, regardless of color or gender. So while I think the fight is ultimately silly, I think it’s ultimately vital too.

I was also amused by her attempt to argue the merits of reading for pleasure and entertainment; I agree with her – I wholeheartedly do, but her attempt to relate to everyman fails spectacularly. She uses her own guilty pleasure read as an example, to say that it’s ok to read ‘low brow’ books. Her guilty pleasure? The Forsyte Saga by John Galsworthy, who by-the-by, won the Nobel Prize for literature in 1932. Now, if I was someone who suffered self-consciousness about what others thought of my reading choices, I don’t think her Nobel prize winning guilty pleasure is going to make me feel vindicated or proud about my love for Deborah Harkness.

What I do think she nailed perfectly is the subjective mire of book banning and the importance of educational reading lists that focus more on instilling a love of literature and less on Important Books that contain Important Thoughts. She deftly handles the digital vs. print debate (spoiler: both will win) and she definitely, perfectly, describes the sheer joy of reading: for knowledge, for entertainment, for understanding, and for the places it can take you without ever leaving your chair. A worthy and thoughtful read.

The World Between Two Covers: Reading the Globe

Well, that’s over. From the front flap of the book:

Prompted to read a book translated into English from each of the world’s 195 UN-recognized countries (plus Taiwan and one extra), Ann sought out classics, folktales, current favorites and commercial triumphs, novels, short stories, memoirs, and countless mixtures of all these things.

The world between two covers, the world to which Ann introduces us with affection and no small measure of wit, is a world rich in the kind of narratives that engage us passionately: we meet an irreverent junk food–obsessed heroine in Kuwait, an explorer from Togo who spent years among the Inuit in Greenland, and a former child circus performer of Roma background seeking sanctuary in Switzerland.

I was excited to read this book because I was looking forward to hearing about Morgan’s experiences sourcing native literature from each country and her thoughts about what she read. After all, isn’t that what the title and flap seem to be offering?

Unfortunately, that’s not what I got. What I got was a dissertation on reading globally, writing for a global audience and a whole lot of theorising about imperialism, racism, war and how they relate to writing and publishing. The only time Morgan mentions her experiences with sourcing and reading literature from every UN recognized country at all in this book is when she’s using them as citations to support the idea she’s espousing at that moment. As to her thoughts about what she read – they’re almost non-existent until nearly the end when she discusses her feelings about the perceptions of non-Europeans/North Americans of the British and the Yanks.

I’d have given this book 1 star, but the book does have merit; it’s thoughtful, insightful, and well-written. If this is what you’re looking for, definitely check out this book. But this wasn’t what I was looking for; I was looking for what was advertised on the packet and since I didn’t get that my rating is lower than the book objectively deserves.