Recently read

Story House, originally uploaded by The River Thief. Copyright Ruth Seeley 2008.

Since they're all due back at the library this week, it's time to do that blog post I've been intending for a couple of weeks now. Since the new year began I've been rather effortlessly reading more non-fiction than usual. I'm not quite sure what this is all about - perhaps I'm choosing better non-fiction, or perhaps it's better written these days?

The books on this shelf are actually the 'to read' pile but that's ok.

The Golden Spruce by John Vaillant
The book's subtitled 'A True Story of Myth, Madness and Greed' and ultimately I think I would have liked it to focus on just one of those things. It would probably be over-ambitious to expect it to really illuminate all three. I ended up wanting to know more about the Golden Spruce itself and its role in Haida myth, more about Grant Hadwin's madness (some commentary from his wife would have been nice, although I can understand refusing to discuss one's estranged, presumed dead husband with a writer), and more about the greed that's characterized the forestry industry globally.

Last Lovers by William Wharton
William Wharton's the guy who said something I thought was totally profound about love: 'What is love? It is passion, admiration and respect. If you have two, you have enough. If you have all three, you don't have to die to go to heaven.' I was hoping reading this novel would help me track down exactly where he said it, but no such luck.

This is an odd novel merely by virtue of the way it's told, with alternating first-person narratives by the only two characters. One is a middle-aged American painter who is living illegally in a garret, having turned his back on corporate success, his wife and his children, at least temporarily. The other is a 70-something Parisienne who has suffered from hysterical blindness since she discovered her mother dead in the bath, having slit her wrists, when she was 14. The bizarre love affair that evolves between the two is just the teensiest bit too creepy to be heartwarming. Apparently Birdy is the one to read, so I'm not saying no to the notion of reading another of his novels.

Big Women by Fay Weldon
Fay is nothing if not reliable. Her cynical narratives of (mostly) English second-wave feminists are always witty treats, and this one is no exception. Stephanie, Nancy, Layla, Zoe, Daffy, Alice, and later, Zoe's daughter Saffron, live, love, strive, and survive in London, feuding, stealing each other's husbands and lovers, creating a publishing empire. Naturally the empire implodes, but most of the women survive and, well, carry on, older and wiser but no less witty.

Bud Inc. by Ian Mulgrew
Highly entertaining although quite astonishing in its bias. Funny that, with its focus on the medical marijuana market, two studies should come to my attention within a week of reading this book about the dangers of marijuana: one a New Zealand study focusing on higher incidences of lung cancer and another on damage to teeth and gums from heavy marijuana smoking (defined as one joint a day). Still, I am grateful to finally have read an explanation of the difference between indica and sativa.

Recently read will hopefully become a regular feature of this blog.