Just the ritual queuing in Crebers in Tavistock for rounds of Stilton and Brie left to do. The bungalow is fully dressed and pressies bought, so time for a bit of reading.
A lover of lists – not the ‘to do’ kind – I got to compiling while perusing my shelves for the next read. Rosoff’s ‘The Brides Farewell’ was finished off this morning – much dabbing of cheeks and general admiration for the wordsmiths of this world.
In no particular order, favourite authors of all time;
Kazuo Ishiguro – for such beautiful writing on an astoundingly diverse bunch of subjects; not a false note anywhere.
Edith Wharton – non-judgemental observation par excellence.
Tim Winton – breathtaking tales of outsiders; able to evoke the mysteries of Western Australia like no other.
George Elliot – exquisite writing; anything else is like eating a cheap burger after reading one of her books.
Meg Rosoff – risk-taking tales, movingly written; supposedly for the teen market.
Donna Tartt – quality not quantity ? Discuss. Third novel due 2012 ?
Douglas Adams – the name Oolon Colluphid still guaranteed to finish me off.
Iris Murdoch – blissfully sharp observations.
Peter Carey – another risk-taker with a wealth of great subject matter.
Dervla Murphy – by her own admission, not the greatest writer who ever walked the Earth, but inspiring and unafraid.
Emile Zola – grippingly dark tales; he tells it like it is; not Mary Poppins.
Edward Gorey – master of macabre.
Richard Feynman – renaissance man.
and of course Oolon Colluphid, whose books include;
- Where God Went Wrong
- Some More of God’s Greatest Mistakes
- Who Is This God Person Anyway?
- Well That About Wraps It Up for God
- Everything You Ever Wanted To Know About Guilt But Were Too Ashamed To Ask
- Everything You Never Wanted To Know About Sex But Have Been Forced To Find Out
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