Books 2010

Books 2009

Modern fiction

Thursday, 13 November 2008

Tuesday, 11 November 2008

Sunday, 09 November 2008

Tuesday, 02 September 2008

Tuesday, 26 August 2008

Sunday, 24 August 2008

Tuesday, 12 August 2008

Wednesday, 06 August 2008

Thursday, 31 July 2008

Tuesday, 22 July 2008

Monday, 14 July 2008

Tuesday, 10 June 2008

Thursday, 22 May 2008

Wednesday, 21 May 2008

Sunday, 06 April 2008

Monday, 31 March 2008

Wednesday, 19 March 2008

Tuesday, 11 March 2008

Sunday, 09 March 2008

Tuesday, 26 February 2008

Sunday, 10 February 2008

Tuesday, 05 February 2008

Sunday, 03 February 2008

Wednesday, 30 January 2008

Monday, 28 January 2008

Monday, 21 January 2008

Saturday, 19 January 2008

Tuesday, 15 January 2008

Saturday, 12 January 2008

Wednesday, 09 January 2008

Tuesday, 08 January 2008

Monday, 07 January 2008

Friday, 04 January 2008

Wednesday, 02 January 2008

Monday, 31 December 2007

Monday, 03 December 2007

Monday, 19 November 2007

Wednesday, 03 October 2007

Wednesday, 26 September 2007

Friday, 14 September 2007

Tuesday, 11 September 2007

Friday, 24 August 2007

Sunday, 19 August 2007

Monday, 13 August 2007

Sunday, 05 August 2007

Friday, 29 June 2007

Tuesday, 19 June 2007

Quotidian

  • Nothing is of greater consolation to the author of a novel than the disovery of readings he had not conceived but which are then prompted by his readers. (Umberto Eco, Reflections on The Name of the Rose)
  • ... relatively few persons in London ... can afford the luxury of one or more servants. No fewer than 3,700,000 have no servants at all, and of the half million that have servants 227,000 have only one. (The Times, 6 June 1895)
  • Standing among savage scenery, the hotel offers stupendous revelations. There is a French widow in every bedroom, affording delightful prospects. (Tyrolean inn brochure, according to Gerard Hoffnung)
  • (A doctor is at an elderly relative's deathbed) "The old sawbones, eh?" he bellowed ... "Just in the nick, perhaps. Haul the old girl back by the short hairs, if you ask me. Devilish smart at his work ... Always take a fence with more confidence when I know he's out with us."
  • Too often, when a man of Monty Godkin's mental powers is plunged in thought, nothing happens at all. The machinery just whirs for a while, and that is the end of it. (P G Wodehouse, Heavy Weather)
  • ...the breed that take their pleasures as Saint Laurence took his grid (Kipling, The Five nations)

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