adelaidesean | too many blokes

My piece for the Victorian Writers' Centre on the books I read in August inspired me to keep track of what I've read since. The short answer is: still not much SF and still hardly any books by women. But here it is, with micro-reviews attached:

Philip K. Dick: Flow, My Tears, the Policeman Said (timeless)
Isaac Asimov: The Return of the Black Widowers (endless)
Robert Goddard: Name to a Face (awful)
Michael Robotham: The Suspect, Lost, The Night Ferry, Bombproof, Shatter (varying degrees of brilliance)
Jeffrey Deaver: The Vanished Man (uninspiring)
Jon Evans: Invisible Armies (started well but lost me halfway)
Steven Hall: The Raw Shark Texts (awesome)
Fred Vargas: Seeking Whom He May Devour (a clunky translation from original French but ultimately quite affecting)
Caitlin R. Kiernan: Tales from the Woeful Platypus (stunning)
Patrick O'Brian: Master & Commander, Post Captain, HMS Surprise, The Mauritius Command (amazing, of course)

Given that I still have 17.5 Patrick O'Brian books to go, plus reading for Clarion and the Somerset National Novella Competition over Dec/Jan, plus a couple of books to blurb, I'm guessing it'll take me a while to get to all the books I bought at Worlcon...

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Listening to: Patrick O'Hearn - upon solitary expanse