The Provost, on top there, was a bonus found in my mailbox on returning home. I don’t remember if I knew it was so small, but I’m glad; I’m feeling bruised and beaten by large books lately.
That does not include the other great Powell’s prize of the day, the very large but not very long The Three Incestuous Sisters by Audrey Niffenegger. I’ve been wanting to see this myself for ages, ever since hearing about it really and seeing some of the illustrations. I liked it, but I wasn’t amazed. But some of the aquatints are really lovely; I especially liked the ones that focused on objects and scenery rather than the sisters.
I was just in love with the gate in front of the house.
But, hrm. Well, Merriam-Webster tells me the third sense of “incestuous” is “excessively or improperly intimate or exclusive,” and that one applies, but is not quite what you’d expect from “incestuous sisters,” is it? Anyway, the illustrations were a bit hit-or-miss for me, though I really really liked the ones I liked, and the third section, on “Clothilde,” seemed like the weakest to me, especially with the return of the Saint.
Graphic novels (in this case, “visual novels”) so often seem to appeal but then disappoint me in the end. I’d like to get Britten and Brülightly, though, perhaps to try out next (“next,” ha, I think my average is something like one every 18 months).