current literary pleasures

Symphony No 9 in D minor op 125: 1. Allegro ma non troppo, un poco maestoso - Ludwig Van Beethoven

yes, i am back to reading again.

i just finished A Clockwork Orange - Anthony Burgess.


and in the middle of The Pilgrim's Progress - John Bunyan.
(loaned from my personal library next door)


i started the latter earlier than the earlier yet i finished the earlier earlier than the latter.

A Clockwork Orange is brilliantly sick. sick sick sick. it would be what the world be without God, or Bog as our humble narrator Alex called Him. total dystopia. this little novella has been my in-train-reading-staple for the past couple of days, bought on Sunday, finished today lunchtime. well, just for the sake of being opinionated about everything, i'll make some comments and commendations.

i would never agree with all the things our anti-hero Alex had done in this book, but i would never approve either, all the other things that had been done to him. that aside, for me, what makes it such a page turner is Burgess' made-up slovos used to narrate the story, the nadsat, the teen language, for yous who know me well enough would know how fond i am of words and lingo. i was really confused reading the first page, however as the story moves along, you kinda guess the meaning of those alien-sounding words from their context, and when the guesswork became enjoyable, it sucked you in. it is such a sick book that was made into a sick movie and i just wanted to know if it has a sick ending as well, or not? for me to know, for you to find out. nevertheless, it was an interestingly disturbing read, definitely not for the faint-hearted.

tomorrow's train ride will be with good olde John Bunyan.