This is the first book review I’ve done for this site (technically it’s adapted from a post I did for another page, but no matter). I’d planned on starting a book-review series much sooner, beginning with Isaac Asimov’s The Gods Themselves, which I’d finished in April of 2016, but I never got around to it, and didn’t even bother reviewing Shūsaku Endō’s Silence, which I read afterwards in preparation for seeing Scorsese’s adaptation of it.
But this evening, typing up my thoughts on P.D. Ouspensky’s Strange Life of Ivan Osokin (I’m not sure why there’s no definite article, but no edition of the book I’ve seen includes one), I considered that I had enough material to base a proper post on, and decided so to do. And if I am sacrificing some time and mental effort in composing this review, that’s entirely in the spirit of the novel; without sacrifice, nothing can be gained.