Books 2010

Books 2009

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Monday, 21 December 2009


Ah the kindle has reached the UK then. I bought a Sony Reader to bring with me to India and it is proving a very worthy purchase. Glad you tried another Vargas Lhosa - I'd recommend The Storyteller.

I'll offer a suggestion for your poem.

After the death of his partner, persumably his wife the poet is telling us that he is no longer sexually active. The snake and iron representing(metaphors for?) the penis and an extremely intense erection.

I haven't got any ideas about "father body mine".

Is that too crazy? DP

I haven't read any book by Vargas Llosa or Luis Borges yet! I should definitely have a go with both of them. Let's make it a personal wow for 2010. But I am not very keen on murder or thriller, I would rather opt for something more literary or philosophical, as you put it.
I have no clue about that posthumous poetry, sorry. I suspect that the translation doesn't help much in this case.
A big hug to Paddington.

The Kindle, being presumably 'wipe clean', will fare better in close proximity to the marmalade sandwiches than will the 'real' books!

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