Pick it up

Plane trips are good for reading. For some reason, I find that hanging about waiting for the boarding call and being on the plane are good for the powers of concentration. As a result, for such occasions, I often choose books by author's whose work is a little difficult to work through. Figuring that to do them justice, I need to be able to focus on them properly. Back when I was doing a lot of travelling for work, I read huge amounts of Philip K Dick works on planes.

It was with this in mind that I chose to read The Year of our War by Steph Swainston on my recent trip south. I had been attempting to read this book for quite some time but I kept putting it down and not picking it up. I just couldn't get into it. Yet it did seem to have something interesting about it - the setting seemed full of potential (immortal drug addict flying messenger hero anybody?), so I decided to persist with it rather than ditch it.

( Time not well spent I'm afraid )

All that potential detail is why there seemed to be so much promise in the work. It may come to pass that this is realised in subsequent work. But I won't be attempting to find out.