I’ve read three Jane Austen books and so far not been blown away, but I keep wondering if she’s a writer I’ll appreciate more as I get older. She’s certainly not flowery, which I have less and less patience for. And she’s smart, which I do like. It’s hard to talk myself into reading a book that I suspect I’m not going to enjoy. But I have heard good things about Mansfield Park, so maybe I’ll give that a go.
Women in Translation Month has obvious appeal to me, and although it’s not unlikely that I’ll read a woman in translation every month, the point of the challenge is to publicise it, to join the conversations on social media. I have a few to choose from in my TBR – Isabel Allende, Colette, Fleur Jaeggy, Herta Müller, Irène Némirovsky, Anaïs Nin – but the one I’ll probably read this month is The Empress and the Cake by Linda Stift. It sounds fascinatingly disturbing.
The problem is that I started August by picking up a sci-fi modern classic that, though I’m enjoying it, I’m also finding slow-going. Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson is packed with interesting etymology, history and theology, in addition to the science and technology. It takes a lot of attention. So here we are halfway through the month and I haven’t yet picked up and Austen or a woman in translation. There’s still time, maybe I’ll squeeze them both in. Or maybe I’ll just read whatever I’m in the mood for.