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1 comments | Wednesday, January 27, 2010

At the risk of coming across as an insufferable aesthete, I'm putting down onto pixels my KL Nights Summer Reading List just so I can steel myself for the coming lonely nights ahead as I crawl into bed and read my eyes out.

1. Empire: How Britain Made the Modern World, Niall Ferguson
2. The World is Flat v.3.0, Thomas Friedman
3. Far Eastern Tales, W. Somerset Maugham
4. Never Let Me Go, Kazuo Ishiguro
5. Body2Body: A Malaysian Queer Anthology, Various Writers
5. The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera
7. Lolita, Vladmir Nabokov
8. To Kill A Mockingbird, Harper Lee

Out of the seven, I've finished No. 1 and No. 5, started on four of them and am two-thirds through No.4 just because I like the font size and it fits nicely in my hand.

Maugham is fascinating but a little tiresome, Friedman has been hijacked my Mama and Kundera is only there because I needed a book to exchange with Body2Body as one of the pages had been conveniently scissor-snipped - deliberately, I suspect, midway through a Shanon Shah story mentioning the whole Anwar fracas in 1997. You sneaky censors, you.

This is by no means an exhaustive summer list. The 14-year old and I kept relaying Christopher Isherwood's A Single Man in the car back in Melbourne on our family seaside jaunts to Phillip Island and the Great Ocean Road. Middle aged expat college professor is sad over death of gay lover, gains cute boy stalker, shows up at delusional fag hag's house for a dinner party for two in the evening, goes out for drinks with said stalker followed by brisk skinny dip in ocean, then kills himself. Not exactly the most difficult book in the world, but at least the film looks promising. 

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Blogger Muizz said...

You're SUPPOSED to know that he dies. A little like in The Hours.

January 28, 2010 at 5:57 AM

 

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