I thought I’d haul the first ten books off the top of the pile that is lurking behind my shirts in my bedroom cupboard – it’s my guilty trove of books that I’ve bought on sales, succumbed to on-line temptations – what can I say? Other people are hooked on booze and nicotine, I’m hooked on books.
- Amrita – Banana Yoshimoto : I just couldn’t resist her name and it was a sale book, plus I’m in a Japanese novel phase
- Double Negative – Ivan Vladislavic: Despite his name, a South African novelist with Yugoslav origins; he’s so good he makes me breathless; both his talent and his lovely blue eyes ….
- Pulphead – John Jeremiah Sullivan : much lauded American essayist; I wanted to find out what the fuss was about
- How to Keep Your Volkswagen Alive – Christopher Boucher: there’s crazy, & then there’s this writer. I read the first 50 pages, and thoroughly bemused, put it back on the pile; I need to dive into his special brand of lunacy again, and swim bravely for the shore
- Saraswati Park – Anjali Joseph; an Indian novel, a debut; I love Indian novels, for the colour, the characters, the foreignness
- Game Control – Lionel Shriver: can’t wait to see what this powerful novelist does with modern Africa
- In the Company of Cheerful Ladies – Alexander McCall Smith: I always enjoy his books on Africa; he’s an instant tonic
- The Savage Detectives – Roberto Bolano: I keep reading rave reviews about this Mexican writer and want to give him a try
- Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother – Amy Chua: the famous/infamous Chinese/American mum with the Boot Camp approach to child rearing. Again – I’m curious
- Alan Sugar – What you see is what you get: Rough diamond industrialist, British peer, cracker of whips on the British version of The Apprentice: I was mightily diverted by him on TV and interested to learn what makes him tick
Now if only I had more time to read, I could get stuck into some of these prospective treats. Watch this space.