Archive for the ‘Books I’m currently reading’ Category

26
Sep

CALVINNNNNNNNNN…

Currently reading The Indispensable Calvin And Hobbes: A Calvin And Hobbes Treasury, and laughing out loud!

Calvin sure beats Dennis by a thousand miles, at the menace he creates. But sometimes he’s so diagonally rewarded. Like when he pushed his parent’s car into a ditch – mom was more worried about HIM getting hurt, and refrained from punishing Calvin as NO ONE was hurt.

Bill Watterson’s words (or his editor’s) so totally engaging. All considered – my transmorgrified imagination included – I’m sure my kid’s gonna be a Calvin! 😛

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30
Aug

Now This!

Horses man! Aren’t they beautiful? I’m reading Black Beauty now.

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23
Jul

Now Reading

What else? A Wodehouse classic ‘Pigs Have Wings’.

Everyone everywhere in and around London has dropped into Blandings Castle. Including Lord Emsworth’s arch enemy Sir Gregory Parsloe, too, who, visits the place. His fiance is residing in the castle!

And, as expected everyone knows every other guests in the house. A used to be engaged to B, who is now Marrying C, who just broke off the engagement with D, and so on.

In this story we get to know Beach the Butler’s first name. Something Gally didn’t know all the 20 years he’s been in this man’s care.

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25
Jun

Reading A Traveleating Book!

Yup, that’s a new term to include writing or blogging about travelling… and all the while eating new cuisines. It can also be used to talk about food writers who travel a lot for their work – and pleasure!

I’m currently reading Samanth Subramaniam’s Following Fish.

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25
May

Re’fresh’ing indeed

Something Fresh: P.G. Wodehouse

Blandings has impostors the way other house has mice.” The author’s note at the beginning of the book, Something Fresh, his very first Blandings novel, says it all about the Blandings castle.

My ex-employer, the editor-in-chief of a national daily, says of P.G. Wodehouse, “He’s the perfect antidote to depression.” True. Even if you’re suffering from the most incurable disease in the world, or have been through a trying day, the moment you pick up a Wodehouse novel and gulp down the first few lines, all’s well with world is what you’d feel. The fact that each and every book of his ends positively is a reassuring feeling.

Here’s an interesting extract from the impostor-ridden novel:

Coming down to first causes, the only reason why collisions of any kind occur is because two bodies defy Nature’s law that a given spot on a given plane shall at a given moment be occupied by only one body. There was a certain spot near the foot of the great staircase which Ashe, coming downstairs, and George Emerson coming up, had to pass on their respective routes. George reached it at one minute and three seconds after 2 a.m., moving silently but swiftly, and Ashe, also maintaining a good rate of speed, arrived there are one minute and four seconds after the hour, when he ceased to walk and began to fly, accompanied by George Emerson, now going down. His arms were round George’s neck, and George was clinging to his waist. In due season they reached the foot of the stairs and a small table covered with occasional china and photographs in frames which lay adjacent to the foot of the stairs.

That, especially the occasional china, was what Baxter had heard.

George Emerson thought it was a burglar. Ashe did not know what it was, but he knew he wanted to shake it off, so he insinuated a hand beneath George’s chin and pushed upwards. George, by this time parted for ever from the tongue, the bread, the knife, the fork, the salt, the corkscrew, and the bottle of white wine, and… Ashe rediscovered George’s throat and began to squeeze it afresh, and a pleasant time was being had by all, when the Efficient Baxter, whizzing down the sitars, tripped over Ashe’s legs, shot forward, and cannoned into another table, also covered with occasional china and photographs in frames…

Ashe was strongly opposed to being discovered and called upon to account for his presence there at that hour, and George, conscious of the tongue, and its adjuncts now strewn about the hall, had a similar prejudice against the tedious explanations which detention must involve. As if by mutual consent each relaxed his grip. They stood panting for an instant, then, Ashe in the direction where he supposed the green-baize door of the servants’ quarters to be, George to the staircase which led to his bedroom, they went away from that place. They had hardly done so, when Baxter, having dissociated himself from the contents of the table which he had upset, began to grope his way towards the electric light switch, the same being situated near the foot of the main staircase. He went on all fours, as a safer method of locomotion, if slower, than the one which he had attempted before…

He raised his head in the darkness, and cried aloud, to those approaching. He meant to cry, “Help! Murder!” but fear prevented clear articulation. What he shouted was, “Heh! Mer!” Upon which from the neighbourhood of the staircase someone began to fire off a revolver… Extremely fortunate for him, Efficient Baxter had not changed his all-fours attitude. This undoubtedly saved Lord Emsworth the worry of engaging a new secretary. The shots sang above Baxter’s head, one after the other, six in all, and found themselves billets other than his person…

“My dear Baxter,” he [Lord Emsworth] said in the tones which usually he reserved for the correction of his son Freddie, “if your hunger is so great that you are unable to wait for breakfast and have to raid my larder in the middle of the night, I wish to goodness you would contrive to make less noise about it. I do not grudge you the food – help yourself when you please – but do remember that people who do not have such keen appetites as yourself like to sleep during the night…”

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16
Dec

Saw the movie; reading the book

I’ve watched the movie Benhur. Maybe about 5 or 6 times, on TV. I’m now reading the original book, written by Lew Wallace. Let’s see how it turns out. Kinda difficult to re-imagine the scenes as they keep propping up from the those of the movie’s!

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14
Oct

Books I’m reading now

The African Dream: The Diaries of the Revolutionary War in The Congo – By Ernesto Che Guevara

Damsel in Distress – By P.G. Wodehouse

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