Friday, March 21, 2008

Being ill...
can be moderately interesting, as you get watch much more TV than usual. A couple of hours back-to-back goggleying of
I Claudius, Madmen, and Modern Toss is time well spent, but it does tend to underline the woeful mundanity of 90% of the programming. Exactly the point Modern Toss is making.

You also get to read books, all the way through, in less than three months.

Hereunder, therefore, the valiant homecoming of the long-exiled
two-line review...

On Chesil Beach
by Ian McEwan *****
Bite-sized novella in which Pre-60s-lib babe goes wonky on honeymoon night causing two lifetimes-worth of regret and retrospection. Whether you sympathise or not may depend on what you think of words like 'moist'.

A Spot of Bother by Mark Haddon ****
A surprisingly conventional page-turner of everyday family turmoil - think Nick Hornby, more in touch with his feminine side, hanging a novel around mental illness rather than football or music. Hang on - hasn't he
already done that ?

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