Today's book is rather like the over looked brother of another book. However, things are looking up for our friend rum diary as it is set to hit the big screen soon with Johnny Deep in the lead. The book whom's shadow rum diary is in is Fear and loathing in las Vegas. Both are works by Hunter S. Thompson with heavy drinking journalists as the protagonist.
The rum diary was actually Thompson's first published novel but enough of the boring stuff, what was it like to read?
Well after seeing the name Thompson on the front cover I thought I knew what I was in for, I wasn't. Some books race at an unrelenting pace seemingly scared of losing the reader's attention, others are so over descriptive that it takes pages for a character to just enter a room and start talking. This was different, when a friend asked me to describe it I found myself saying 'imaging you are floating gently down a river, surrounded by beautiful scenery and your rather sozzled'. Strange eh? But on reflection this metaphor is rather analogous to the journey Thompson takes you through. It feels like a lot happens but slowly, not slowly it is only 200 pages long, perhaps sedately or unhurried. Which fits perfectly with the idyllic scene set; sun, beaches, plan trees and plenty of rum.
Unlike fear and loathing this isn't about a self destructive man on the edge rather more someone coming to terms with his own short comings. I think the protagonist is written very truthfully, he isn't a man you would aspire to but possibly the man you could be, there is something very real about Paul Kemp.
For the relaxed Caribbean world it drags you into I would say that this is worth the read. If you can grab a seat in the sun and this book you can have many 'mini breaks' off to Puerto Rico.
Happy reading
Ed
Monday, 18 April 2011
Rum Diary
Saturday, 16 April 2011
A Brief History of Time
Monday, 11 April 2011
Altered Carbon
Sunday, 10 April 2011
Women
Right a bit of a novelty here as I come to you from a train racing towards Bristol, from my phone. So getting my excuses out the way early.
The book, women by Charles Bukowski. This is one that is very different to any I have read or even bought before. The reason I bought it I must admit was a tv show, californication. If you are familiar with that show and I mention the main character of the book is called Hank you may already be able to guess the sort of thing that goes on.
Hank is an alcoholic, womanising writer and the narrative is from his point of view. I must concede that initially I thought the writing was trash and style crass. However, as I proceed through the book a realisation dawned on me. That realisation was that really the style was clever and elegant as it was the characters whom where crass and uneducated. Thus, when reading through a scene heavy with dialogue it feels dominated by f'ing and blinding. To which I sometimes feel a little offended but then what Charles B has cleverly done is draw you into that world. The elegance is shown first in a sophistication and eloquent monologue of Hank's thought's about the life he leads.
So if you can get past the odd swear I would suggest this is well worth a read.
Ed