01 November 2014
The perils of reading more than one book at a time
The new job appears to be having an impact on my reading habits. I just don't seem to have the energy to do as much reading. I can't really complain about not having the time, I just choose to waste it in front of the TV these days. Hopefully that won't last forever, but that is where I am.
Some of this stack, like Out of Africa, The Foryste Saga, and The Vicar of Wakefield, I started what seems like eons ago. I didn't put them down for any reason other than I picked up something else(probably more frivolous) to read.
Others like Chef and Levels of Life have proved to be a little more tedious than anticipated. I will finish the Barnes because it is so short and I have so few pages left to read, but I am not so sure about Chef. I haven't found it very compelling and I would have to probably start over to reacquaint myself with the characters and plot.
I'm almost done with the Kerry Hudson, which I have been enjoying, but as I started my job, I found myself needing something a little less gritty and a little more comforting.
I am enjoying both the Murodoch and Artic Summer by Damon Galgut, I just let other things like The Sparrow get in the way. The Galgut incidentally is a fictionalized account of E.M. Forster's travels in India. I've been wanting to read it since Eric first wrote about it at Lonesome Reader.
And finally, Eric Ambler's The Care of Time is the page turner that is keeping me from getting back to everything else in the stack. During the readathon I was going to devote 12 hours to finishing up more than a few of these, but that weekend, I had to bring home work.
Even as I sit looking at the stack, I don't feel all that compelled to pick any but the Ambler up. On the other hand I could knock out the Barnes and the Hudson in short order. And I could jettison Chef and not feel badly at all. That would still leave six in the stack. Hmm.