Jerrey jeihoo hiaghtin ny Shallee Lhaih. Shoh ny lhiah mee yn çhiaghtin shoh chaie:
Towards the End of the Morning (Michael Frayn)
Ta jerrey'n lioar shoh gra lheid y red: "Classicagh"; "screeudeyr s'aittey Hostyn, foddee"; "cur ort gearey dy kinjagh"; "gamman pokyr yindyssagh as tappee, as scaaghyn Wodehouse as Waugh cur sannishyn coyrlagh da'n ughtar".
Loayr carrey aym, as mish er chur er clashtyn rish yn accan shoh heose, ta'n aggyrtys-kaartyn kiart dy liooar myr shen; cha nel yn derrey yeh ny'n jeh elley cur monney taitnys agh er yn ughtar hene.
Dy meeaighar, cha nel mee er ngearey foast, as lhaih mee mysh tree-kerrooyn assjee. Ta breneen ny ghaa aitt ayn, agh son y chooid smoo t'ee lane charracteyryn goit seose lhieu hene, nagh vel feer chenjal as nagh vel jannoo reddyn anaasoil. Ta'n aitt, choud's noddym dy 'akin, croghey er nearey ny karracteyryn nish as reesht, as er corvian gyn oyr. By vie lhiam red ny ghaa - m.s. y reagheyder cho faitagh nagh dod eh meeteil rish peiagh erbee - agh hug mee my ner fy-yerrey dy by gummey lhiam jerrey'n skeeal as erraghyn ny karracteyryn.
Un lioar ynrican! Atreih...
The end of week ten of the Reading Project. Here's what I've read this week:
Towards the End of the Morning (Michael Frayn)
The blurb says things like: "classic novel", "probably England's funniest writer"; "keeps you laughing"; "like a brilliant, fast game of poker with the author holding all the best hands, and the ghosts of Wodehouse and Waugh whispering advice over his shoulder".
Sadly, I still haven't laughed once and I've read three-quarters of it. There's specks of humour here and there, but for the most part it's a book about self-absorbed people who aren't particularly nice and don't do anything particularly interesting. The humour, where I can find it, seems to rely on characters being embarrassed and on self-importance. I liked a few elements - like the editor so shy he can't actually meet anyone - but eventually I noticed I didn't care what the end of the story was or what happened to the characters.
As a friend commented on putting up with me moaning about this: "Actually that's sounds quite a lot like the poker game - not much fun for anyone but the author."
One solitary book! That's not so great...
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