Normally I post on Thursday’s about the books I’ve finished. Â And I’ve had a ton of time to read while I’ve been away from my daughter and home responsibilities while traveling for my shoulder tests. Â I read two hours a day, at least. Â So you’d think I’d have all kinds of books I could post about, right?
Yeah, the thing is, I’ve been reading a book that my Kindle said would take me 32 hours to finish. Â It’s London: The Novel by Edward Rutherfurd. Â And it’s 1154 pages. Â I once read a quote that said something like, if it takes you longer than two weeks to read a novel, you haven’t really read it. Â I’m not sure who said that, but I generally agree. Â Novels are meant to transport you to new worlds, a chance to immerse yourself in other lives and try on other characters and personalities. Â You can’t do that by dipping in and out of it here and there. Â It takes a commitment. Â Like any relationship, you need to spend time on it.
And London is a demanding relationship.  Oh, don’t get me wrong, it’s a beautiful one.  But it is demanding.  Both intellectually and emotionally.  And I’m about 65% of the way through, so we still have a lot of ground to cover.
So there are two things that stand out to me that I love about it from the get go.  First, the chapters themselves are each almost like a short story or a novella within a novel.  So while the book is going to take me over 30 hours to finish, each chapter takes more like 2 or 3, and I feel as if I’ve had a good meal when finishing it.  I feel like we’ve covered some ground, London and I.  It’s satisfying to have the book broken up like that.
Second, I am enjoying the build up and additions of families to the story. Â It starts out with a family living on the southern shore of the Thames just before the Romans arrived. Â So we then have stories of a family, through descendants, who live in London down through the ages. Â Roman times. Â Saxon times. Â The Conquest. Â Medieval England. Â The Tudors, and Elizabethan England. Â I’m just onto James I now, but what started out with just one family has since expanded as cousins and marriages occur. Â Certain characteristics stay within each family, their fortunes rise and fall as the decades pass, and you really get a sense of how the past informs and shapes each new generation.
Here’s what I can say about London so far.  First, this is definitely a case of eBooks allowing me to pick and choose a book that I don’t think I would have bought in print.  I would have been way too intimidated by its heft.  I’m sure you could use the print version to train for weightlifting competitions.  Seriously, it’s massive.  When I first saw how long my Kindle thought it would take me to read it I was sure it was a mistake.  There’s no way I would carry something like that onto a plane.  Actually, with my broken shoulder, I doubt I could carry it at all!
Second, the writing is beautiful.  It varies and in turns is simple as well as structured and poetic.  The words are just a joy to read.  I’m enjoying the characters and the story, and I admire Rutherfurd for even attempting something this vast.  I know he’s done it with other cities as well, but it just seems like such a feat, to try to capture London as a living, breathing entity in something as finite as a book.
So, perhaps by next week I will be on to something else. Â For now, I’m basking in this book, savoring it. Â There’s certainly enough of it.