Monthly Archives: June 2010

Fred Vargas, “Pars vite et reviens tard” or “Have Mercy on Us All”

Why Fred Vargas is better than Stieg Larsson — and it’s not just the stuff about the plague. Continue reading

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Blog business

Apologies, subscribers. I have to do this to register “Book Group of One” with Technorati, which will theoretically drive more viewers to the site. This is my Technorati “claim token” which they will now read, I suppose, to ensure that … Continue reading

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Katharine Davis, “Capturing Paris”

Spend a few hours in Paris without a plane ticket. Continue reading

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Wendy Burden, “Dead End Gene Pool”

Another crazy-family memoir, only these nutters are Vanderbilts and they have very nice toys. Continue reading

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Thomas Perry, “Strip”

Summer reading with gangsters and LA strip clubs; fun! Continue reading

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Tom Rachman, “The Imperfectionists”

Has Tom Rachman written the obituary of the daily newspaper? Or is this just warmed-over Evelyn Waugh? Continue reading

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Robert Goolrick, “A Reliable Wife”

Three words that I would not have said added up to a great read: “train wreck” and “incantatory.” But I guess that’s why we keep reading: sometimes a new thing occurs. It took me two tries to get into A … Continue reading

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Peter Cameron, “The City of Your Final Destination”

The City of Your Final Destination arrived in the mail, sent by a friend with impeccable taste, and it proved to be very enjoyable. The title sounds ominous, doesn’t it? I suppose it relates in a free-floating way to the … Continue reading

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Emile Zola, “Pot Luck”

Sometimes Zola’s outrage nourishes a kind of savage farce, as in the scene in The Kill in which a woman has sex with her stepson on a bearskin rug, in a greenhouse, surrounded by loathsome artificially-grown plants. And sometimes the … Continue reading

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