Saturday, November 28, 2015
In The Shadow of the Sword: The Birth of Islam and the Rise of the Global Arab Empire by Tom Holland
There was some really interesting content in here... most notably the dubious origins of what we think we know about Muhammad's life... but this book was far too long, covering too much minutiae in a narrative that was long-winded.
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2015,
England,
history,
non-fiction,
Tom Holland
Monday, November 23, 2015
Lustrum by Robert Harris
Accidentally reread this -- I thought it was going to be the third of the trilogy, not the second. Even second-time round, I still thoroughly enjoyed it. Thrilling, fun, action-packed. All non-literary novels should aspire to be this good.
Friday, November 20, 2015
Eva Luna by Isabel Allende
A catalogue of bizarre stuff happening that nonetheless felt humdrum. Little sense of climax, suspense.
Thursday, November 12, 2015
The Divine Comedy: Purgatory by Dante, translated by Clive James
It's a rollicking, picaresque tale about going through hell and back. Plus there's a bunch of highbrow references and allusions to the Bible, theology and Graeco-Roman mythology, which keeps academics employed debating minor points of long-forgotten arcana when not writing copious footnotes and prefaces and indexes to new translations. But essentially: it's a rollicking, picaresque tale that Clive James translates exceptionally well.
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
The Battle for God by Karen Armstrong
Offered too much detail, not enough overview for my liking. Also a little repetitive about the difference between mythos and logos, which was a little frustrating because the explanation of mythos was a little lacking. Nevertheless, the rise of literalism in exegeses of holy books being due to the reign of logos was an eye-opening thought.
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2015,
England,
history,
Karen Armstrong,
non-fiction
Latham at Large by Mark Latham
He's crazy. He's also compelling.
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2015,
Australia,
Mark Latham,
non-fiction,
politics
Thursday, November 5, 2015
The Right Attitude to Rain by Alexander McCall Smith
What muzak should aspire to be.
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2015,
Alexander McCall Smith,
fiction,
Scotland
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