I’m making an attempt to read at least one book per month from my TBR pile, which keeps growing, like an alien fungus, in the recesses of my cupboard. I hide my book stash in there, because I’m embarrassed to own up to the number of books I have bought (no wonder I’m always broke) and the number of books I haven’t yet read. Anyway, here are a couple of reviews generated from my recent foray into the depths of the cupboard:
THE JOB …by Irene Dischke : a short little book, (151 pages ) a curious story about a Kurdish assassin contracted to kill the family of a Turkish businessman living in New York City. A brilliant portrait of a vain and egotistical man; back in Istanbul he owns 32 pairs of shoes, and – the hitman – he’s quite a dandy, preoccupied with growing his moustache in specific styles and shapes; back in Istanbul he wears bespoke suits. Gradually he morphs into someone else entirely by the end of the tale. Certainly not r.o.t.m.*; an unusual story of a hit gone wrong – depending on your perspective. Great insight into the psychology of Kurdish men. Based on this book, I hope I never meet one.
*r.o.t.m. = run of the mill
THE LAST SONG OF DUSK – Siddharth Dhanvant Shangvi. I bought this book on a closing down sale when Bargain Books Parklands moved their store – I can’t resist a bargain, and I enjoy Indian novels. The blurb on the back cover was wildly over-stated – no way can this debut novel be compared to Salman Rushdie, Kiran Desai or Hari Kunzru’s respective debuts. It’s uneven, swerving between breathless purple passages to a cosmically flavoured ending, which is so different in tone and language that I wonder if his editor (or a ghost writer) wrote it? The book won the 2004 Betty Trask Prize. All I can say is if this novel won the prize, then I’m glad I didn’t have to read the rest of the entries !
Ah well, you win some, and you lose some. As you can see, my TBR pile is full of surprises. Watch this space.