All in the dances : a brief life of George Balanchine --Terry Teachout

Frieda - The Siege of Krishnapur would be in the OK category for me. Nothing special, but not bad either. I've got a bit of a soft spot for it, though, as it was the last one I needed to get to complete my collection, so I was very pleased when I found a nice copy on ABE and the parcel arrived through the door. It's a while since I read The Sea, The Sea so I don't remember the particular scene that you mention - obviously it didn't strike me in the same way as it did you. Life of Pi is most certainly not a fantasy, and it doesn't have any talking animals. Part of the pleasure of the book is the unsentimental way that animals are treated. Here's my review of it from the RP review thread we did a few years ago. (I think I might try reviving that...) ================================================== This is one of the few times when a Booker Prize winner lives up to the type. I've rarely enjoyed a book so much. It's not a difficult read, but it's got enough in it to make anyone think. It's full of little twists, and some lovely touches of humour. It's the story of a sixteen-year-old boy called Pi (as in 3.14159 - you'll have to read the story to find out why!). He and his family are on a cargo ship on it's way to Canada, carrying several large zoo animals; the ship is shipwrecked, and Pi finds himself on a lifeboat with a zebra with a broken leg, a hyena, an orang-utan - and a 450-pound Bengal tiger. Which makes for a bit of a tense atmosphere.... It really is one of those books where I envy anyone coming to it for the first time. I'm sure I'll read it again soon. Here's just a few extracts that particularly appealed to me. I hope they give a flavour of the book, without giving anything away. It was my first clue that atheists are my brothers and sisters of a different faith, and every word they speak speaks of faith, Like me, they go as far as the legs of reason will carry them - and then they leap. I'll be honest about it. It's not atheists that stick in my craw, but agnostics. Doubt is useful for a while. We must all pass through the Garden of Gethsemane. If Christ played with doubt, so must we. If Christ spent an anguished night in prayer, if He burst out from the Cross, "My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?" then surely we are permitted doubt. But we must move on. To choose doubt as a philosophy of life is akin to choosing immobility as a means of transportation. I am not one to hold a prejudice against any animal, but it is a plain fact that the spotted hyena is not well served by it's appearance. It is ugly beyond redemption. He's petulant! It's morning in Bethany and God's hungry; God wants His breakfast. He comes to a fig tree. It's not the season for figs, so the tree has no figs. God is peeved. The Son mutters, "May you never bear fruit again," and instantly the fig tree withers. So says Matthew, backed up by Mark. My fellow castaway came into view. He raised himself on...

Finished William Cooper's Scenes from Provincial Life last night. In spite of being an "angry young man" novel, I found it to be a rather charming and bittersweet story about young people in a middling English town in the last few months before the outbreak of World War II. It seems the World Wars (I & II, not Z) are a recurring theme in my reading this year. I am following the discussion of young people and fashion with amusement. Perhaps it is a sign of age but I can not abide young women wearing bare flimsy mid-drift tops. I don't care whether she is a fashion model or not, but these tops are extremely unflattering to most bodies. Fortunately the sagging pant look for young men never really caught on where I live. It seems to me to be a more urban phenomenon. Don't get me started on tattoos! I am old enough to remember when they were very counter-culture and very working class. Now every privileged, entitled young person has at least one tattoo, in spite of the health risks. A tattoo parlor in my area was shut down a few years ago because the operator was reusing needles. Is it really worth contracting hepatitis just to get something you will be sick of in a few years time?

MELTING WAX AND BURNING FEATHERS by Jennifer Cierra