I tried to read The Spy Who Came In From The Cold when I was a teenager and quickly dumped it. I was looking for action. It’s not that sort of story. Le Carré’s not that sort of espionage writer.
Instead this book is a complex, slow, unglamorous rendering of life in the espionage world in the post World War 2 era. There are no good guys and no bad guys. And in the end, no happy endings for anybody.
For some reason (maybe the blurb at the back of the book, or the comparisons with Gone Girl), I read this book thinking it was going to be a thriller. Turns out that there are some thrills in it, but it’s more of a woman’s fiction kind of book – somewhere along the lines of The Escape Artist. I must be living under a rock or something, but it seems like there’s a new lighter, more emotional sort of thriller that’s getting popular these days.
Here’s a teaser, that I thought was quite true in general about long-married couples. What do you think?
Last weekend was one hectic action-packed one. I was booked in for a blog event, Snubnose was committed to take part in a mural painting event that was from dawn to dusk on both days of the event. Well, just kidding on the dawn to dusk part, but you get the idea, she was going to be occupied outdoors on two blisteringly hot days. I would need to be on hand to make sure she’s properly fed and hydrated, and be on hand to bring her back home if she gets too tired and hot (she’s prone to migraines in the heat).
Rather serendipitously, the blog event at Big Pitcher was a stone’s throw away from the park where she was painting. So, we all agreed that on Saturday, we could drop her off at the park, hang around with her till lunch time, and then K, Piglet, and I would spend a couple of hours at Big Pitcher and then join Snubnose at the park.
It’s been some time since I shared Snubnose’s work on this blog. Nowadays, I usually just put up an Instagram post. But of late, I am realizing that it gets lost within the sea of photos over there, and so I am restarting the practice of blogging about her art work.
The Mask Diaries by Abhinav Goel is one of my more interesting reads of late. I have been reading it over the weekend, and am quite intrigued by what seems to be a very unusual story about a dysfunctional father and son relationship. Here’s a teaser:
It’s been a long time since I did a Mailbox Monday post. I get my book deliveries both at home and office, and collating everything in one place and taking a photo seems to be an impossible task (and I know I have no logical reason for it). However, in the last couple weeks or so, books have been really tumbling into the house, and the only way I can keep track of what’s come in, and what I plan to read and review is through this Mailbox Monday post.
So, without further ado, here are the books I received starting from left to right.