This summer, my reading was all over the map. I had a brief detour into the world of chick lit with Penny Vincenzi and Anne Rivers Siddons. I won't go back there for a good while. I read the psychological study, Obedience by Will Lavender, and a bit of tartan noir in The Cutting Room by Louise Welch, There were a couple memoirs in the bunch--Service Included by Phoebe Damrosch, and Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs, which was a pretty horrific story but a delight nonetheless.
I went on a bit of a Shakespeare kick with The Book of Air and Shadows by Michael Gruber which was fun and Interred with Their Bones by Jennifer Lee Carrell, which I didn't finish. Both books revolve around Da Vinci Code-like searches for lost Shakespearean plays, one book being much better done than the other.
But the best book I read this summer, and for a long time before that, was Birds Without Wings by Louis De Bernieres. The story is set in Turkey in the last days of the Ottoman Empire, when nationalism is rising in the Near East, and will soon upset a centuries-old balance of multicultural cooperation. This book is a profound antiwar statement and puts a sad and personal face on the oh-so antiseptic term "ethnic cleansing". It's a book well worth spending some time with.

6 comments:
That last one is going on my book list!
Just got finished reading Pope Joan... which is being read by my Catholic Schoolteacher book group! LOL! Not exactly what Pope Benedict would want us reading probably!
Kathie, Birds Without Wings is one of the five best novels I have ever read, and I've read a lot of them in 60+ years! I talk it up every chance I get -- it's not even remotely preachy, but, as you say, makes so clear what war does to human communities. Another one up there is Pat Barker's Regeneration (won the Booker).
Kathie, It is wonderful to discover your blog. Thanks for the comment.
I am a Briar Rose fan too. Love those yarns.
I read Birds Without Wings and was so impressed with the writing, plus I connected to it on a very personal level - my grandfather was a full-blooded Armenian and grew up in Turkey. He left at the age of 16, and got out just in time - right before the onset of pogroms before and during the first world war.
You have a delightful blog!
Andrea, Lake Elmo, MN
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