It’s the beginning of another month, and so another opportunity to participate in my favourite meme – six degrees of separation hosted by Kate. We all start off from the same bookish point, add six more books and see where we end up. It’s always such fun to put a list together and to see what everyone else comes up with.
This month we start with A Gentleman In Moscow by Amor Towels. I have not yet read this, but have an e-library copy on my online library bookshelf just waiting to be opened.
Meanwhile, thinking about men in Moscow reminds me of Gorky Park by Martin Kruz Smith. This is a faced-paced thriller which I read years ago and remember being excellent. It would be interesting to re-read it some time to see how well a book set in 1980s Russia holds up today.
Gorky Park was one of my late father’s favourite books. Or at least this is what I remember. Another memory takes me to the next book in the chain – A Short Walk In The Hindu Kush by Eric Newby. I remember Dad being tickled by this title, as was I. He had a copy on his shelf but I don’t know whether he actually read it. Perhaps it is one of those books which is as fun to own as it is to read – another one for me to pick up some time.
The opposite of a short walk is a walk from Canterbury in the UK to Jerusalem. This is the topic of Guy Stagg’s book The Crossway, in which, despite being a non-believer, he talks about his pilgrimage to help with recovery from mental illness. I have this in my TBR pile and am looking forward to it reaching the top.
Speaking of epic walks, either real or metaphorical, takes me to the powerful Long Walk To Freedom by Nelson Mandela. This is a gripping read, despite its length and complexity. I remember being utterly unable to put it down.
Another autobiography which I have just bought, and am expecting to be unputdownable is Lemn Sissay’s recently published My Name Is Why. Sissay is these days considered to be something of a national treasure, and one of our best-loved poets. But he comes from, and has written about, a background of cruelty, mistreatment and sadness. This feels like a must-read.
And finally, what else comes to mind when you hear ‘My name is…..’? One answer is surely ‘Bond, James Bond’. It is irresistible to go for Ian Fleming’s From Russia With Love as the last link in my chain, taking us neatly back to where we started. How very satisfying!
To finish off, the Moscow theme of this month’s post allows me to include a clip of one of my very favourite jazz tracks. Take it away, Kenny! 😀🎶