After some consideration I decided to write two seperate posts about all the stuff that’s still running through me mind after having finished reading “This Body of Death”, the latest novel in the Inspector Lynley series by Elizabeth George. This first post will be almost spoiler-free and I really try to not give away anything essential to the plot (except maybe in the end, when I will have to write a tiny bit about one of the characters. Something you would find out or at least suspect in the first few chapters anyway). If you are planning on reading this novel anytime soon and don’t want to find out just the tiniest bit of the content in advance, you might want to stop reading now. This post will not really be about the novel / plot itself, but much more about the kind of frame narrative.
Because it still haunts me and keeps my mind occupied with thoughts about our society and justice and human behaviour and a lot of stuff. I can’t remember any other story having that impact on me since I read “We need to talk about Kevin” (by Lionel Shriver) a few years back. And the events and the story in this frame narrative of the Lynley-novel are equally disturbing.
Post #3 of NaBloPoMo in May 2010. This month’s theme is: Look Up
When I’m reading any kind of text written in English (novel, website, newspaper article) and stumble upon a word or expression I don’t know, I usually try to deduce the meaning from the context in which the word/expression appears. I seldom look up those words in a dictionary. Mostly because I usually don’t carry one around with me, while I’m reading a novel on the train or when I’m lying in my bed ;-)
Sometimes I can’t figure out the meaning on my own though and that’s when online dictionaries or any other kind of online resource are a huge help. How did we actually cope without the internet in the early 1990s or prior to that? I guess I could write quite a few “Look Up” posts about this issue and I actually might do that. Because even though sometimes the unknown word might have been found in a “real” dictionary on my shelf, it still might not make much sense in the special context. Perfect example (and the reason for this post in the first place) is the term “perambulation” in the latest Elizabeth George novel “This Body of Death” from the Inspector Lynley series. I have never read/heard that before and had just a slight idea what it could mean in German. The context is
“He’d been a student of the New Forest since coming to Hampshire, and after a decade he knew the Perambulation, its character and its heritage better than most natives.”
and I deduced something along the line of “area, region”. I was a bit startled by the capital P, but didn’t gave it much thought. So I looked up “perambulation, to perambulate”, with the result
to perambulate: 1. To walk through. 2. To inspect (an area) on foot.
perambulation: a walk around a territory (a parish or manor or forest etc.) in order to officially assert and record its boundaries
Lynley and Havers are finally back and I just realized how much I missed them. Right now I’m tempted to start reading the whole series from the start once more, but the pack of unread books on my shelf should prevent that. I might do it one day though. During a sabbatical or something. :-)
With this novel Elizabeth George once more proved why she is one of my all-time-favorites. Its a perfect combination of a compelling crime investigation and a moving tale about Thomas Lynley trying to cope with the tragedy of his life. There were moments when it was rather painful to read, because his pain and despair was so real to me, and I never thought that he could ever recover from that. But maybe the people he met in Casvelyn and the events he witnessed might help him to recover. Slowly, but surely. Continue reading
Oh my, I guess this blog might turn into a running comentary of me reading “Careless in Red” :-) I just have to share my delight and twitter is just not enough for that.
She said, “Hey. Someone there? I can’t hear you. C’n you hear me?”
He said, “Yes, I can hear you, Barbara. The game’s afoot. Can you help me out?”
Yes. Yes. Yes! Of course she will. Damn, the story switchs to some other characters and the actual crime investigation.
And yes, I’m at work, but I had to get off the train at the main station in the middle of reading how Lynley is pondering on calling the Yard or not. Then I had to walk to my office, immediately answer a phone call and do the dishes (glasses, cups) from last nights meeting. Only then I could have my usual coffee and while enjoying it I finished reading the last few sentence of that paragraph. But now I’m back to work…
Every workday I spend about two hours in a train, commuting in and out of the Ruhr metropolitan area. I always have something to read in my bag. Newspaper, magazines, the latest chapter of a Grey’s fanfic or a book I’m currently reading. Although I should not bag any book, but rather part of my study material, because I really have to get back into some routine with the literature of my postgraduate studies. But instead for the last few days I read a great non-fictional book from Thilo Bode, the founder of foodwatch, )german consumer-rights NGO). It’s a perfect book to read while commuting, because of the short chapters and because you can easily stop reading, when you have to get off the train, because you’re not drawn into a compelling plot and need to know what happens next. I was determined to limit reading the novels that might really pull me in and let me forget about everything else, to my time at home. When I have some spare time and am done with all the tasks I had to do for the day.