sorry, i tried to like elizabeth peters' the golden one (amelia peabody)--but just not my cup of tea, i guess. peters seems a fine writer, but her style is too formal and quaint for my tastes....ken follett's pillars of the earth--a happy surprise--thanks, alix, for pushing this one! i especially like when he writes about building construction, cathedrals, architecture--a finely crafted book, and nice and loong.
don't know where to start, what to say about accordion crimes. annie proulx is simply brilliant!! her descriptive powers are breathtaking and mesmerizing, and about the only thing that kept me reading through many lengthy, dark, deeply disturbing accounts of human suffering and carnage. this book is a relentlessly depressing treatise of the human condition, as it follows generations of hapless immigrants repeatedly thwarted in their attempts to assimilate into a rigidly prejudiced american society. a musical thread is provided by a little green accordion as it bounces across the country and a span of 100 plus years, bringing brief glimmers of respite through music at times, but brutal endings to each successive accordion owner. this book has been a love/hate journey every step of the way for me. only proulx's captivating vignettes kept me coming back. forty pages still remain--certain parts of this book will remain sharply embedded in my memory banks forever. i will, i must read more proulx, god help me....