Despite the sunshine and high temperatures, I find January a long, bleak month after the excitement and socializing of the Festive Season. Seeing we’ve just struggled through nearly a year of Covid-1 lockdowns, and a somewhat un-festive Christmas, I needed some cheering up. And because I received a book voucher as a Christmas gift, I consulted my Wish List and finally chose :
Nine Letters by John Webb is a local novel, and I’m keen to support those. Plus, as a lifelong letter writer, it sounded like a book I’d enjoy. Additionally, the book was favourably reviewed, so that was easy.
My second choice: a Japanese novel. Huh? After the debacle over Earthlings …. What was I thinking? For some while, Japanese novels no longer appeal. After reading – and buying – many of Murakami’s books, and reading other Japanese writers, I find their dreamy opacity irritating. Last year I reserved Hideo Yokoyama’s Seventeen from the Library, and abandoned it around page 25. Enough already. The intricacies of the male orientated Japanese business world held no appeal whatsoever.
However: I’d read good reviews of Before the Coffee Gets Cold by Toshikazu Kawaguchi (translated by Geoffrey Trousselot), and the price was good, so I took the plunge. Lets hope it was money well spent. Time will tell.
Perhaps you found some January Sale bargains? Or spent your Christmas Book Vouchers? Share the good news!