As 2012 is over...
...I hit the 'Loans History' button at
the electronic library page. These were my loans last year:
Nicholson Baker – House of Holes:
magic realism, just set at the Hedonism holiday resort.
John Lanchester – Whoops!: why
everyone owes everyone and no one can pay: insane logic and mad
maths, nothing stacks up in a world based on paper and data. No
wonder their bonuses remain mental.
Paul Auster – The New York Trilogy:
it's a dark place, the big city.
Hannu Rajaiemi – The Quantum Thief:
wherever you go, in all space and time, people are the same and
little makes sense.
John Lanchester – Capital: the
banking crisis encapsulated in one (now very, very expensive; once
not so) London street.
William Hjortsberg – Falling Angel:
the devil will take us all. Whatever we do.
Peter Carey – The Chemistry of Tears:
life, love and relationships. At the robot museum.
Iain Banks – Stonemouth: do any
homecomings ever work out well?
Irvine Welsh – Skag Boys:
Trainspotting prequel. In Scoash, y'wide-o.
Timothy Mo – Pure: fundamentalist
ladyboys at work and play.
Chad Harbach – The Art of Fielding:
striving for perfection can only lead to obsession and
disappointment. And it does.
Martin Amis – Lionel Asbo: State of
England: a state of the chav-nation novel.
Adam Roberts – By Light Alone:
photosynthesis in human hair. Is that my long lost daughter back? Or
someone else?
Joseph Anjali – Saraswati Park: a
marriage under stress, in India.
Jasper Fforde – The Woman Who Died a
Lot: what if, in the near future, things got seriously weird. And
very funny?
Ian McEwan – Sweet Tooth: MI5, older
men, and a second look at the spy business.
Twan Eng Tang – The Garden of Evening
Mists: Japanese gardens, tattoos, Malaya POWs.
Alison Moore – The Lighthouse:
looking for a lost childhood. Never a good idea to waste time looking
for a lost anything. Best to move on.
Alan Warner – Deadman's Pedal: young
love, families, posh folk...oh... and trains.
Will Self – Umbrella: Oliver Sacks
Awakenings as a stream of consciousness novel. The best book of the
year.
Yan Mo – The Garlic Ballads: some
lives are unbelievably hard, and, no, life isn't fair.
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