That of all pause it seemed to me indignant;
I finished The Liar and the Hippopotamus yesterday afternoon. Actually, I finished The Liar a few days ago, and I just finished The Hippopotamus yesterday afternoon, but since they’re both in the same edition I’m treating them as one book.
Anyways, they were both pretty good books. Very British. The Liar reminded me somewhat of the YA Roald Dahl books I read as a kid, except with a lot more homosexuality. It had a kind of tacked-on thriller-type ending, but overall I enjoyed it. The Hippopotamus was about an old poet sent to investigate some strange goings on at the country house of a friend of his, although the main themes of the book are art & poetry.
One note — this book is a British edition (as Fry isn’t an amazingly popular author in the US and I was having trouble finding local printings), and it’s terrible. The printing is so sloppy that I had trouble telling the difference between “h” and “d” multiple times, and it was quite eye straining. The covers are also pretty low-quality, something that gets more of a problem for a book this long, as you tend to hold it more and longer than a shorter book.
I’m now reading the 3rd dinosaur book, Dinosaur Samurai by Stephen Leigh and a new coauthor – John J. Miller. It’s not bad.
I have nothing to say except for Dinosaur Samurai.
Dinosaur. Samurai.
I’m very fond of Fry’s writing. I really liked The Liar, and his following book, Paperweight (a collection of various shorter pieces) has some great stuff. I really need to read more of his novels. I’ve got a number lying around, but I somehow don’t get around to reading much fiction lately. Maybe it’s just because I’ve got countless Doctor Who novels to catch up on, and the one I’m in the middle of isn’t that great.
Which reminds me, there’s talk of Fry writing a DW story next season. That would be swell.