Yes, it’s official: I am biting off more than I can chew, eat and digest, book-wise. But I’m trying to challenge myself. I am making very slow progress on My Uncle Napoleon, being only a third through the 500-page book. And I just started an Anne Boleyn bio that is incredibly interesting. AND I signed up for a course on two Faulkner novels, which (if enrollment goes through and course isn’t canceled) starts tomorrow night.
With all of that, I still intend to stick to my plan as January being New Author Month. I could take the easy way out and use My Uncle Napoleon’s author, Iraj Pezeshkzad, as my “new author.” But the goal wasn’t just to read an author I hadn’t read before; I wanted to read a prominent author I feel as a Literate Kitten (read: Educated and Sophisticated Reader) I should read. Thanks to several blogger recommendations, I decided to go with Margaret Atwood and her novel Cat’s Eye. As part of my dedicated reading to my chosen “New Author,” I hope to explore some essays and critique of her work.
Okay, I haven’t started it yet, but it’s only the first week of January. As long as I start it in January, it will count.
First, though, must finish My Uncle Napolean. This is quite a fun romp, with lots of characters and drama and satire. The novel kicks off with the unnamed narrator, a 13-year-old boy living in Iran, falling madly in love with the young daughter of the strict and pompous family patriarch — Dear Uncle Napolean, so-called because of his excessive admiration of France’s military leader. Not many affairs, puppy-love or otherwise, are attested to so eloquently:
One hot summer day, to be precise on Friday the thirteenth of August, at about a quarter to three in the afternoon, I fell in love. The bitterness and longing I’ve been through since have often made me wonder whether if it had been the twelfth of the fourteenth of August things would have turned out differently.
How could I put down a novel that starts with THAT?
More as I near the finish line…