I’m reading the new George Saunders which looks at a bunch of Russian short stories to discuss the writers and their art/craft but also the habits of reading. It won’t appeal to everyone here but I think it’s very well done, sensitive close reading.i'm reading pale fire. it's alright. i really liked lolita but this one feels too much like it's trying to impress me. it's like being forced to eat a whole birthday cake. before it i read the fifth head of cerberus which did the same unreliable narrator thing in a much less ostentatious way, despite being the one that involved clones and robots.
i'm going to read tolstoy or something next, just a good honest look into the human condition that isn't trying to throw up all sorts of bells and whistles and clever misdirections.