Cut out media consumption for the most part and have been on a reading frenzy the past 5 months or so. Haven’t read so much and such varied perspectives since i was a teen.
Id always most appreciated Marquez’s 100 years of solitude, reckoning it was his best. I recently reread Love in the Time of Cholera and very much enjoyed it. While not as overtly magical, its a book with greater depth of feeling.
Matthiessen’s the Snow Leopard is another recent re-read and it was nothing short of excellent in the depiction of his Himalayan trek. Trek of the heart, mind, and across the glaciers. Fantastic. This lead me to his Shadow Country, or novel about a deep south, Florida outlaw in the 50 or so years following the US civil war. It was a long read and the liberal, conversational use of the N word, while appropriate to the time/place/character, left me a little ragged. Extremely violent novel of historical fiction and an open display of frontier capitalism. Some knowledgeable of reconstruction and post-reconstruction south might bring some sort of “sense” to the reader. I do however feel that perhaps to a reader from a place that is not the US and with limited or no historical context, the novel could be a morass of depictions drawn in the memory of Conrad and his Heart of Darkness.
Strap in for Fowles The Magus. Delightfully unpredictable mystery
Jamil Ahmad wrote the Wandering Falcon in his early 70s. He was a Pakistani civil servant. This is a collection of shorts leading to one greater story. Feel is that of hearing tales in. Bedouin camp. Read it. Easy enough and vastly rewarding
Gonna get back in here soon