E. Hemmingway, Death in the Afternoon (1940)
O.S. Card, Children of the Mind (1996)
U. K. Le Guin, The wind's twelve quarters (1975)
U. K. Le Guin, The compass rose (1982)
S. Zweig, Beware of Pity (1939)
This was a disappointing month. Most of these were weak, though Hemmingway did allow me to really appreciate the extraordinary brilliance of Flanders and Swann's satire on the subject. Anyway, honourable exceptions go to the Chalet School and to the BOTM. Trieste... is gentle and lovely. Very clearly, Jan Morris shares my affection for the dusty byways of history and (by inexorable logic) the Habsburgs. Trieste is where this comes across best. I want to go now.
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