Oddly enough everything I’ve finished during the month of October has been fiction. It’s been a long while since that happened.
First up was the utterly forgettable Emma Who Saved My Life: A Novel by Wilton Barnhardt. This purported to be a “coming of age in NYC” novel, and while it kind of was, it was also boring and forgettable. There was no discernable plot, the book just kind of meandered along before petering out with a vague and unsatisfying ending. Not recommended.
The Lincoln Highway is the latest novel by Amor Towels, whose previous novels; A Gentlemen in Moscow and Rules of Civility are two of my favorite books. I’ve been waiting for nearly a year for this one to come out and must confess to being slightly disappointed. The book describes the adventures of 18 year old Emmet Watson, who is released from an Iowa reformatory where he has been serving time for accidentally killing another young man during an altercation. Because of his father dying, Emmet is released a few months early to care for his 8-year-old brother Billy. The two plan to leave Nebraska in Emmet’s hard-earned Studebaker, move to California, and search for their mother who abandoned them several years before Emmet went away. The Warden of the reformatory drives Watson home to Nebraska, and once the Warden deposits him home and departs for Iowa it is discovered that two of the other boys from the reformatory have escaped by stowing away in the trunk of the warden’s car. A complicated road trip ensues with stolen cars, riding freight trains, trips to NYC, and a planned burglary. All of which leads to a sort of sad and unsatisfactory ending. I guess I enjoyed the book, and I’m glad I read it. I will probably read it again, but it just didn’t seem as good as the author’s previous two books, on the other hand, that might be on me.
Destiny: Union Station By E.M. Foner is the 20th installment of this author’s Union Station series and is actually a prequel to that series, taking place two years before the first book opens. It was very enjoyable and fun. If you’ve read and enjoyed the other 19 books in the series, you’ll enjoy this one, and since it’s a prequel, if you want to start here instead of with the first book, it will work.
Bless this House by Norah Lofts is a kind of Michneresque novel about a British country house Merrivay, which is built as a reward for one of Queen Elizabeth I’s pirates. The book basically recounts the history of the house and the humans (and ghosts) who inhabited it for nearly 400 years from 1577 when the house was built until the mid-1950s publication of the book. I was absolutely enthralled by the book and actually missed a fair amount of sleep while reading “just one more chapter”. Even better, its available on Kindle Unlimited for interested parties.
Finally, there was Consider Phlebas by Iain Banks. This is the first book in his Culture series and I must confess it took me three or four tries before I managed to actually get through it. I think my biggest issue is Banks’ writing style. He seems to be of the “no exposition” school of sci-fi, where readers are supposed to pick up the details of the book’s milieu in little dribs and drabs throughout the book, rather than having it laid out via exposition at some point early in the novel. C.J. Cherryh is kind of the same way and I’ve had trouble getting into her as well. Anyway, having struggled through and achieved (hopefully) a basic understanding of The Culture, and its war with the Iridians I should be better equipped to enjoy the second book, which I plan to start shortly. Stay tuned, the jury is still out on this series.
So, that’s it, 10 months down and 84 books read for the year, I’m right on track to read a bit over 100 for 2021.