Some of you may know that I've recently returned from Brazil, where I attended my friends' wedding — and I'm afraid ever since I got back I've been too busy/jetlagged/lazy to do much with this blog. Much of what you've seen here between October 24 and November 2 was scheduled in advance.
While I was away I didn't do much reading (although this photograph sneakily taken by Mr Reading Matters might suggest otherwise).
In between excursions to tourist sites, wanders along the beach and evenings out sampling Brazilian beers and rum-inspired cocktails, I did manage to read James Scudamore's Heliopolis, which is set in San Paolo, on the advice of KevinfromCanada. I very much enjoyed it, although it didn't help my paranoia about Brazil as the crime capital of the world. Scudamore describes the city as a kind of hell on earth, where the disparity between rich and poor is only matched by the horrendous murder rate. Fortunately, the book is a comedy (albeit a black one), so I could take things with a pinch of salt... yet I'm not sure the tourist board would be pleased to see visitors reading this one!
On the plane back (a 14 hour flight, via Paris), I devoured Ira Levin's classic Nazi thriller, The Boys from Brazil, which is written in stripped back, almost pedestrian prose. I'm not sure I'd run out and tell everyone to read it, but it was perfect fodder for my brain in neutral on a long haul flight.
I'll endeavour to review both books here at some point.
What have you been reading?