Three months between posts, slack, I know. Have been pretty busy at work, worked crazy hours (unpaid!) in April, and spent most of May recovering from it, but fortunately now that my job is an official casualty of the credit crunch, and I'll be leaving in August, the partners feel too embarrassed to make me stay late... Have also been studying, had an exam yesterday, and two more to go, and then all finished! I genuinely won't know what to do with myself.
Haven't read much fiction recently, but had a bit of a history binge:
I really enjoyed Norman Davies' weighty history of Britain and Ireland, even though I didn't necessarily agree with all of his positions. He highlights the ways in which "British" history and "Britishness" have been constructed as narratives, and essentially backdated to before Britain existed, as well as the dominance which the English narrative has had over those of the other three nations. Whilst I agree that Britishness is a social construct in some ways based on fictional narratives, rather than a timeless 'nationhood', I think that's the same with every country, to a greater or lesser extent. I also disagree with Davies' arguments in favour of Scottish independence, and his arguments that Northern Ireland should simply be united with the Republic come across as naive at best and flippant at worst (and really date the book, actually, which was published in 1999). Having said all that, I did really enjoy The Isles, and it made me feel smarter after I'd finished it, which is always a good thing...
As a big TAL and Sarah Vowell fan, I was really looking forward to this book, but to be honest, it didn't quite live up to expectations. It's about the puritans who settled the Massachussets Bay Colony, and consists in large part of undigested chunks of diary entries or speeches, interspersed with quirky pop culture references which quite often felt crow-barred in. I felt the book was badly edited; for one thing it's not split into chapters, a bizarre decision, since that kind of material really suits being cut into manageable chunks. Also, it didn't have much narrative progression, and the writing would quite often refer forward to what was going to happen later, so that besides from getting closer to the end of the book, I never quite felt that I was moving forwards toward anything. I got the sense that it wasn't quite the book that Sarah Vowell had meant to write, but having said that, I'm still a big fan, and will look forward to her next book.