This summer I’m reading <em>Dom Carlos</em> This summer I’m reading <em>Dom Carlos</em>

A bleak and somber version of the familiar story by Saint-Réal, mixing facts with fiction, making it even more tragical than the Verdi opera.

This summer I’m reading <em>The White Hotel</em> This summer I’m reading <em>The White Hotel</em>

Because D.M. Thomas‘s book was a famous book back in its day — I read it in the mid-eighties, yet have forgotten 90% of what it’s all about.

This summer I’m reading <em>Fifty Five Years in Five Acts</em> This summer I’m reading <em>Fifty Five Years in Five Acts</em>

Astrid Varnay‘s autobiography. Entertaining, cogent. Shows wit and character. Much more than “I sang, I got applause, and everyone loved me.”