Tuesday, 17 July 2012

James Frey: The Last Testament


I (fortunately or not, depending on how you look at it) bought another James Frey book yesterday, this time it's The Last Testament of the Holy Bible. The fortunate and unfortunate bit of this is that fortunately for me I get to go on yet another amazing literary journey with this phenomenal writer, but unfortunately everything else that i have been busy with, be it writing, watching or reading has to take the back seat for a little while as i go on this "journey". 

I'm so excited about this book I could literally die.  

Sunday, 8 July 2012

Current Read


Yes! It's very different from anything i have read recently, but I must admit to being a little bit excited about reading something that is sure to take me outside of my comfort zone. The book handles, as its subject matter, the inner workings of the cosmos. 
I begin reading tonight and I hope and Pray it's as good as i'm making it out to be in my mind because i really cannot deal with another let down of a read. Fingers crossed!!!

Tuesday, 3 July 2012

William Blake's London


This poem, vivid and stinky and dirty in its narrative, does more than tell of the over-crowded London streets, prostitution and the bitter sadness contained within Blake’s hometown, it also speaks with marred passion provides the reader insight into the economical, political and human relation aspects of a life lived in the 1700s

Enjoy!!!


London

I wander thro’ each charter’d street,
Near where the charter’d Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
 
In every cry of every Man,
In every Infant’s cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forg’d manacles I hear. 
 
How the Chimney-sweeper’s cry
Every black'ning Church appalls;
And the hapless Soldier’s sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls.
 
But most thro’ midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlot’s curse
Blasts the new-born Infant’s tear
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.

Monday, 2 July 2012

Mhudi - Sol Plaatjie (IN MY OPINION)

I have been trying, unsuccessfully i might add, to read Sol Platjie's Mhudi for just under two months now. I was utterly elated when i bought the book and couldn't wait to sink my teeth into it, but now all this time has passed and i'm still not even half way through reading it.

This cross between fiction and historical events claims boldness, tumultuos dramatics and an epic tale of great love, but upon picking it up I found it very hard to read more than a few pages of the book in a sitting. I found it a tad to detailed, slow and lacking a rhythm and flow,  the author's use of language was out dated and that did nothing to aid it's "readability". 

I wanted to love this book, but it failed me and i must i admit i don't think i even like it.