David Hockney, Portrait of an Artist (Pool with Two Figures), 1972
(December 1) I really liked this book (long short story, really? novella?). It was so nice to be reading fiction again… I feel like I haven’t in a long time… and it was also a story I looked forward to going back to and thought about in between reading.
This was a bit of an expedient reading choice since it’s short and I am so far behind. Erica Davies and/or Alex Stedman (bloggers and Instagrammers I follow) recommended this title (or the author). It was a finalist for the Man Booker Prize in 2012.
Early on you sense there could be death or a near-death because of the way the tensions are ramped up… then as the story goes along you wonder if there might be more than one death, or if the character you didn’t think of at first would turn out to be the casualty or the near-casualty, and then you wonder further how anything can possibly be reconciled without a death…
Short but powerful. Vivid in terms of capturing depression and mental illness. Ends with a shock.
This was a bit of an expedient reading choice since it’s short and I am so far behind. Erica Davies and/or Alex Stedman (bloggers and Instagrammers I follow) recommended this title (or the author). It was a finalist for the Man Booker Prize in 2012.
Early on you sense there could be death or a near-death because of the way the tensions are ramped up… then as the story goes along you wonder if there might be more than one death, or if the character you didn’t think of at first would turn out to be the casualty or the near-casualty, and then you wonder further how anything can possibly be reconciled without a death…
Short but powerful. Vivid in terms of capturing depression and mental illness. Ends with a shock.
