I read Skinny Dip again since I’d recommended it. Still love it. My Heyer binge is over along with my Rex Stout binge, so I haven’t been obsessively reading. I think I’m going to skip the Comey book; I read the Fire and Fury book and that was enough, especially since the ongoing story is hard to top: Michael Cohen’s mystery client is Sean Hannity? Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Sorry. (Not sorry. Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha.) I do have several new books I got because of Bookbub including Things My Girlfriend and I Have Argued About because I loved the sample and Fluent Forever: How to Learn Any Language Fast and Never Forget It because it’s time I got the basics in something besides English (my Spanish needs a lot of help and my French and Italian are pretty much non-existant). Also The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Composting. I have plans, Big Plans.
So what are you reading?
My current rant is for book blurbs that end in questions: Can he save the woman he loves? (No, she dies in the end.) Will she learn to love again? (No, she becomes embittered and vindictive and a house falls on her.) Is it possible for her to face her problems? (No, she’ll give up and go home to the town she swore she’d never return to and open a bakery-restaurant-B&B where she will become bitter and vindictive because there was a reason she swore she’d never go back, and she’ll die in the end.) It strikes me there’s a reason there’s no blurb that asks, “Will Gregor Samsa find happiness as a cockroach?” and also why I’m not asking “Can Argh People find good books to read?” Of course he can’t, and of course we can. What did you read this week?
It’s the day after April Fool’s Day and I hate practical jokes, so let’s just stick with the fools we all can be.
Sean Penn has published his novel.
I generally do not diss other living writers (once you’re dead, your ass is mine), but I’m going to break my rule and say that is just . . . bad. I won’t even use the “Lord, it wasn’t good” cartoon for this one. This is abysmal::
“Hence his life remains incessantly infused with her identity-infidelity, and her abhorrent ascensions to those constant salacious sessions of sexual solitaire she’d seen as self-regard.”
That’s on page 11. I think it means the male protagonist is upset that some female within his grasp is masturbating, but that’s just a guess. (More quotes at the link above.) I thought Penn had reached the bottom of my estimation when he said that film was too important to waste on entertainment. (Entertainment is the delivery system for ideas, you moron.) But this, this sinks him far below that. This isn’t just dumb pseudo-intellectualism, this is Bad Writing.
From now on, whenever I look in despair at some of my own Bad Writing, I can comfort myself with the knowledge that at least I’m not Sean Penn.
For the love of god, tell me something good to read.
I’m reading The History of Hell. Next up: Inventing Hell. If anybody ever looks at my Amazon buying history, they’re gonna get an exorcist. (I highly recommend the Dictionary of Demons if you’re looking for demon names, although they’re Euro-centric, so you’ll have to go farther afield for other cultures.)
So what are you reading?
Power came back on Tuesday night, but the internet didn’t. Then there was a big snow storm. Power is out again. NOT HAPPY. But I am plugged in at the dinner about to have an amazing late breakfast so, hey, for the moment, I’m happy.
Thank god I have rechargeable lamps, battery lamps, headlamps. And back-up batteries. And paper books.
So what are you reading this week?
UPDATE: Power is on, internet is back, Jenny is happy.
This may be the most glorious poem ever written:
Maya Angelou, 1978
Now go here and be amazed all over again. Continue reading
New month, new books. Whatcha reading?