I always fret about which books to take with me on holiday. And now that I am readying to travel towards the end of this week, I am beginning to worry about what I shall take along.
The sole remaining pleasure of the long-haul flight is being able to read. The phone can’t ring. The emails can’t ping in. There you are, sealed and airborne, insulated, isolated, only with your book, immersed in its world. Read more
A recent post on the Guardian’s books blog asked why, given that we spent so many of our waking hours in the workplace, there aren’t more books set in the office. Of reasonably recent titles, it rightly mentioned Allegra Goodman’s Intuition. And, of course, Joshua Ferris’s acerbic, moving and dazzling debut, Then We Came to the End. Read more