A.C. Clarke, Rendezvous with Rama (1973)*
J.M. Le Clezio, Fever (1965)
R.K. Narayan, The painter of signs (1976)
W.G. Sebald, The Emigrants (1992)
P.G. Wodehouse, The small bachelor (1927)
I'm not sure about this. Rama is really good, even twenty years (at least) since I last read it. And it was a lot more uplifting then a book about excrement. However, although this is partly the new job talking, Rose George's book is important and highlights things I had never even thought of. With hindsight they seem obvious and terrifying. In fact, it's a tribute to the skill of the writing that the fairly depressing survey of what happens to the world's faeces does not drags. I wish I'd read it years ago. Someone at work recommended to me on my first week. I'm very glad they did.
