As I write about my personal choice for the Man Booker Prize in 2013, bookmakers, who react to the amount of money placed on each contender, have shortened the odds for two books: Harvest by Jim Crace and The Luminaries by Eleanor Catton (the youngest ever contender) with veteran Colm Tóbín’s The Testament of Mary lying third.
With so many books on my shelves that are either still to read or which I very much want to read again – right now it’s Middlemarch –, what do I need with not one or two but three book clubs that will be sending me still more books over the next twelve months? And yet, for their different reasons, they have all appealed to me. At least, all of them will be sending me physical books and I can continue my one-man campaign to boycott e-book readers. Admittedly, that’s not quite consistent with my own novel, Rembrandt Sings, being available across all e-platforms but, as the closing line of Some Like it Hot says, “Nobody’s perfect.”
Having just come from seeing The Resistible Rise of Arturo Ui at the Chichester Minerva Theatre and been bowled over, I am very tempted to go and see SplitMoon's production of a young Brecht's play, In the Jungle of the Cities which will be playing at the Arcola Theatre from today (18 September) directed by Peter Sturm.
Theatre-going book lovers have three wonderful novels they should be reading over the next two or three months, in anticipation of forthcoming stagings at the RSC, Stratford-upon-Avon and The Orange Tree, Richmond.
Over the years, many books and films have been successfully or otherwise adapted for the theatre. As long as we remember that, in a different medium, the story becomes a different work of art
With all our grumbling about the weather this March, as compared to last year’s semi-tropical temperatures, as I did my mandatory 30-minute brisk walk with only a jersey and jacket rather than furs and an ice-pick, I got to recalling weather I’ve experienced here and there.