I’ve managed to get through a fair bit of reading of late, probably because there’s a bit of a stretch in the evenings.
Into The Dark: 30 Years in the RUC, Johnston Brown
Chronicles Volume One, Bob Dylan
Collected Poems, C.P. Cavafy
Poems from the North of Ireland, Edited by Framk Ormsby
Out of Place, Edward Said
Elephant, Raymond Carver
Notas de prensa – Obras periodisticas 5 1961-1984, Gabriel Garcia Marquez
(This one was given to me by a woman in Cuba who had lived for a while with her son in Ireland and thought it was an awful place altogether. She was living out in Lucan, I think. She said to me that she preferred Cuba, even if people there had escasez (scarcity), because it was warm, and people had a great sense of solidarity and community.
He has a couple of funny anecdotes in it about Cuba, particularly assassination attempts against Castro. It seems there was one guy in the canteen at the Habana Libre hotel, where Fidel used to go to have his fruit juice any time he was around. The CIA had given him some odourless capsules, colourless and tasteless, but with a delayed effect so that the assassin could escape. He was supposed to drop the capsules into Fidel’s juice, but by the time Castro turned up, six months had passed and they were out of date. So the CIA gave him other ones that didn’t go out of date if you froze them. He put them in the freezer, but the next time Castro returned, four months later, he made him the same fruit juice as ever, but in the end he couldn’t break the ice that had covered the capsules.)
Beyond Chutzpah, Norman Finkelstein
I Married a Communist, Philip Roth