Only reading short bits of the book at the moment. Having received my first issue of the New Yorker magazine, I have been reading that - a great short story by Colm Toibin,some interesting articles, and some not so interesting - a huge long piece on surgeons repairing the vocal chords of singers is rather weird, and not interesting at all, the Shouts and Murmurs piece isn't that funny ( this is the "slight" comic piece the New Yorker always runs, the written equivalent of the cartoons). Actually to hear two superb pieces from Shouts & Murmurs listen to Jonathan Franzen reading Coyote v. Acme (or just read it here). In fact, for the solace of the soul , the stimulation of the mind and the sheer fucking joy of hearing terrific short stories read aloud download all the free New Yorker podcasts They are why I took out a subscription to the New Yorker - their fiction editor Deborah Treisman provides near perfect interviews and conversations with the writers who have chosen their favourite short story from the New Yorker archive.
It just makes you feel intelligent having the New Yorker magazine, the home equivalent of buying a copy of the Economist at an airport to read on the plane.
But back to the Hare, war privations are starting to bite in Vienna - all the man servants are away at war, there are shortages and queues for foodstuffs, and tens of thousands of Jewish refugees from the Russians, who have driven them out. No-one knows what to do with them. But at least they are allowed into Vienna.
No comments:
Post a Comment