I’m finally getting around to sorting the various stacks of books lying around the house. So here are some of the things I read this summer, in no particular order.
Sabine Gruber: Die Zumutung. Nicht schlecht. Schreiben kann sie.
Martin Amis: Lionel Asbo. A wild ride. Not his best book by far, by anything by Martin Amis is better than most everything else, so definitely recommended.
Michael Palin: The Truth. Simply wonderful. Very well written and a great story.
Albano Marcarini: La mia bici va a potassio. Full of deep observations on the beauties of cycling. And of the Italian landscape that he traverses.
Niccolò Ammaniti: Io e te. Great book, not too long, told from a young person’s viewpoint without any jargon.
Ian McEwan. Sweet Tooth. Great book. Maybe not Enduring Love, maybe not Saturday, but almost up there.
Bill Emmott: Good Italy, Bad Italy. Fairly detailed observation from a former Economist writer. But everything is pre-Monti, so it feels strangely dated even though it just came out.
John Jeremiah Sullivan. Pulphead. Oh boy this is good. He can really write. People compare him to DFW, which is wrong and misleading. But boy can he write.
Niccolò Ammaniti: Il momento è delicato. All kinds of stories, old and new. Some real gems here.
Tyler Hamilton / Daniel Coyle: The Secret Race. Unputdownable. Good insight into professional cycling, both the industry and the mindset of the contender.
Marcus Samuelsson: Yes, Chef! Loved it.
Michael Chabon: Telegraph Avenue. A bit disappointing. Feels like he’s channeling Thomas Pynchon. Not sure if that’s allowed.