Russell Shorto's
book wasn't a History of Amsterdam, it
was the story of certain periods of Amsterdam's history - the Golden Age of the
16th and 17th Century and then the 20th Century. The Napoleonic occupation was hardly
mentioned, for example. I wanted to know more about the origins of the city
too, but was disappointed.
The two novels were
comfort reads - Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell is still an enchanting read; I wish Susanna
Clarke had written more! I sent it to a bibliophile work colleague in exchange
for The Secret History, and she is working through it at the moment . Bernard
Cornwell, by contrast, seems to produce a book every time he leaves the house. This one was from the
period of the Danish invasions, and I'll need to read more from the series. Of course, that's
also true of all the Scandi-noir, the Montalbano novels, I've not read any
Georges Simenon yet and I've recently been given the complete works of Agatha
Christie. Maybe I'll have to change my non-fiction/fiction ratio.
On Monday I went to
a talk given by Charles Emmerson at Woking Library, who was a bright fellow. As
happened with Simon Scarrow, someone asked my question before I was able to,
being so shy and english. It concerned his speculation that in 1913 the Ottoman
empire could have been on the verge of resurgence rather than inexorable
decline. Apparently my questions are
always the obvious ones! It may also qualify as the dullest way to celebrate St Patrick's Day yet devised.
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