Nothing fits an afternoon of sweating in the heat quite like The Sea Wall by Duras. Stickiness was never so eloquently evoked as it was in The Ravishing of Lol Stein (a book which I need to buy another copy of, as I underlined it in its entirety while reading it for a class). Some part of Indochina must have sunk into Duras’ bones, because her works are suffused with a languid humidity.

To enhance your reading experience, may I suggest sprawling with a handkerchief in one hand, Pimm’s and lemonade in the other. Now try not to drip on your book.