Not only is there a whole lot of built-up sexual tension throughout the entire novel, the narrator has such a love affair with the English language that it’s downright sexy.
I love that this novel operates on so many different levels: there’s the horrors of the Holocaust and the Auschwitz labour camp, and it’s tied back to the embarrassment of slavery in what is recent American history, and there’s also the violence and passion of Sophie and Nathan’s relationship.
I was particularly drawn to Stingo’s struggle as a writer, and how the book is really a bildungsroman in that Stingo matures not only in the literary sense (that is, into a true writer), but also – gratefully – sexually.
I haven’t been reading much lately, and to be perfectly honest it’s not because I’ve been busy with classes or family or anything. It’s because Kevin got me hooked on Doctor Who, nerdiest of all shows. I started with the 2005 series with Christopher Eccleston and I’m on Season 3 now with
Barty Crouch Jr., er, I mean, David Tennant. My deadline is Easter before the new season starts, so I have to get a move on!
I have been working on The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco though, and I’m really enjoying the somewhat historical background. It’s about a friar and his young assistant who are trying to solve a murder at an abbey they visit. It’s all very Sherlock Holmes and yet there’s a deeply religious theme (obviously, since it takes place in an abbey…) But despite being religious there’s a lot of secular reasoning that seems really more of an exercise than a conclusion. One gets the sense that the mental process of the investigation is as important as anything else.