Save the bees from Paull

This bookworm loves a good dystopia and so keenly ordered a copy of The Bees by Laline Paull. Only to be sorely confused and somewhat disappointed. This post follows on from this post where the bookworm discussed misleading claims from publishers.

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Menasse’s message

Robert Menasse’s Die Hauptstadt won the Deutsche Buch Preis 2016 and quite honestly it’s blatantly clear why. Aside from its amusing anecdotal style that spans a plethora of characters in the EU capital of Brussels, the story is a thinly if at all veiled plea to preserve the EU, protect ourselves from nationalism, and not to throw away what the last generation died for. Continue reading “Menasse’s message”

Philosophic Tuesday

A man famed for his tree-climbing skills once directed another to climb a tall tree and cut branches. While the fellow was precariously balanced aloft, the tree-climber watched without a word, but when he was descending and had reached the height of the eaves the expert called to him, ‘Careful how you go! Take care coming down!’

‘Why do you say that? He’s so far down now that he could leap to the ground from there,’ I said.

‘Just so,’ replied the tree-climber. ‘While he’s up there among the treacherous branches I need not say a word – his fear is enough to guide him. It’s in the easy places that mistakes will always occur.’

 

A Cup of Sake Beneath the Cherry Trees – Kenkō

 

Too much dictionary, not enough read?

There are certain German books that I didn’t want to read until I could just read and enjoy them without looking up every second word. Last year I was finally able to take the leap and have crossed some German classics off my list!

But, just when I thought I was reaching new milestones, along came a Fallada book and smacked me round the face …

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Following my instinct: a bookish sixth sense

This week is tying-up-loose-ends-week. I’m going back to England for Christmas on Friday and there are lots of little errands to be done, and lots of projects to be finished off at work.

One of the more pleasant items on my to-do list was returning books to the library. A simple task in principle, but an irresistible temptation for bookworms. Continue reading “Following my instinct: a bookish sixth sense”