Light reading

For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been reading ‘Travels with a Donkey in the Cévennes’ by Robert Louis Stephenson. Stephenson’s use of language is absolutely cracking, but that’s not the only reason I’ll miss it. Finishing the book also means that I’ll need to get back to Rushdie’s ‘Midnight’s Children’ (I’m finding it extremely dense and tedious; however, countless individuals have told me it is fantastic, so I’m soldiering on in the hope it will turn my opinion) and ‘Anna Karenina’ (an impressive, but seemingly cold novel; almost a Russian ‘kitchen sink’ effort, but Tolstoy has thrown in far more than that). Like most people, I think, my reading is combination of entertainment and desperation – at the thought of the great, classic novels I haven’t yet read.

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Ian Hocking

Writer and psychologist.

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