Strolling around Stockholm’s city centre on Sunday, we hit upon a nice quality (that’s the bookseller speaking) open air book market.
For 100K (about $10US) I picked up four books I really wanted.
Georges Simenon Maigret et le corps sans tête because I will still get to a point where I can read the damn things. Maigret books that is. In French.
John Berger To the Wedding because I read a slight book of his recently and made a note to read more, not having read him for many years.
Simon Gray The Smoking Diaries because I loved being introduced to him by Sarah-Louise when we went to see Rowan Atkinson doing Quartermaine’s Terms a few years ago.
WG Sebald On the Natural History of Destruction because when one reads Boll’s Silence of Angels, it is obvious to wonder about these things. Why did German literature after the war not write about the last days of WWII? Why was it taboo? I’m hoping to find out more about the idea that Boll was the conscience of Germany in that period.