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2002-12-30

I honestly believe M. John Harrison’s Light was one of the best things I read this year. I say believe because it’s compeating with works such as At Swim-Two-Birds by Flann O’Brien. (Read more about Light in the booklog.)

Among the top layer of books I’ve read this year, these are the ones I liked best beside the two mentioned above:

Philip Reeve: Mortal Engines
Michael Marshall Smith: One of Us
Clive Barker: Weaveworld (first time read in English, read in Swedish translation around 1992)
Kazuo Ishiguro: The Remains of the Day
Tim Powers: Dinner at Deviant’s Palace
Tim Powers: On Stranger Tides
Peter Ackroyd: Milton in America
Terry Pratchett: Night Watch
Chris Wooding: The Haunting of Alaizabel Clay
Haruki Murakami: Sputnik Sweetheart
Richard Garfinkle: Celestial Matters

Best foreword and afterword in a book must go to On Pirates by William Ashbless.

Worst thing I read was The Sea, the Sea by Iris Murdoch. It was... almost as bad as last year’s To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee. Not quite, but almost, and that’s bad.

What’s your best/worst read during the year?

I know I’m being selfish and all, but all these one-day holidays are killing me. They serve no purpose except to slow things down and destroy the day-to-day necessarities in life. And in late December---early Januari, there are tons of them. About one every week, which is silly up to the point that I’ve could just as well start giving my facialhairs names.

I want mail to be delivered. I want, and I might be asking for too much, the small joys of life such as dvds and books to be delivered to my door without much hassle. There are weekends for Christ sake. Isn’t that enough?