After that last post you might be wondering why I read books by Arturo Pérez-Reverte. I didn’t exactly rave about him, so why bother? Well, for one thing, his books are intriguing and I want to see where some of his stories go. But it might just be that I had one of his books next to the bed when I first got out of the hospital – no, it’s not going to be one of those posts. Maybe I want to read more of his stuff because one of the first books I read that October was by him – specifically The Fencing Master.
The very first book I read was Tim Powers’ The Drawing of the Dark, which was another one that had been on the bedside pile for a while.
These days neither of those books strikes me as particularly appropriate for someone still hazy under the influence of anesthetics and the depletion brought on by 2 months in the hospital. For all I know I only read one word in seven and don’t even know the stories.
Go look up some descriptions of Tim Powers’ books and you’ll see how crazy it was to read one of his just then. Hey, it was close at hand and I didn’t know what I was doing. I actually kind of like Tim Powers. Some of his books are stronger than others (whose aren’t?), but they’re fun in a weird sort of way. A very weird sort of way.
Now back to the October reading list.
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