As I read books, I stop every few chapters and write about them before the memory inevitably fades. Most of the books I read, but not all, are novels. As I finish each one either I archive it according to when it was first published (fiction) or not (non-fiction).
The name is taken from Philip K Dick’s short story We Can Remember It For You Wholesale, later adapted for the cinema in Paul Verhoeven’s Total Recall. At the centre of the story is the unreliability of memory. And, in the case of the movie, graphic violence.
What I’m reading now:
In Search of Lost Time 1: Swann’s Way – Marcel Proust (on hold)
2666 – Roberto Bolaño (on hold)
Nicholas Nickleby – Charles Dickens
The Noise of Time – Julian Barnes
Madame Bovary – Gustave Flaubert
Infinite Jest – David Foster Wallace
Hyperion – Dan Simmons
Mothering Sunday – Graham Swift
Autumn – Ali Smith
Morality for Beautiful Girls – Alexander McCall Smith
Heads You Lose – Rob Johnson
Best recent read:
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man – James Joyce