What I'm Reading This Week ( Feb.1, 2009.)
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Yes, throw those precious babies out the window. It's been that kind of week. A new week and a new month is here. I feel a fresh energy. Maybe it had something to do with sunbathing in the snow today. No, I wasn't in Aspen, but parked in a lawn chair in front of the house. The sun felt good on my winter wan skin. Thawed out a few grey cells. It's all good.
This week's books: The Development by John Barth. I've barely cracked it, but at a svelte 167 pages it promises to be a quick read. I'm in thick of Epilogue, a memoir by Anne Roiphe. I didn't expect to like it so much. Who would think a 70-year writer musing on the death of her husband and the prospect of dating again could be so life affirming, but it is and so much more. I read her novel Up The Sandbox years ago and now I'm itching to read her first memoir. It always a joy to discover or re-discover a writer worth reading.
I dashed through the delightful Martial's Egigrams by Garry Willis. Martial AKA Marcus Martialius, a social satirist and poet in ancient Rome (40-102 CE) writes about the follies and vices of his time. Thanks to the excellent translation, they appear as contemporary and fresh as if they were coined yesterday. If you like egigrams, this one's a winner. Here's a sample: You say I write lines longer than I ought? It's true your lines are shorter - they are nought.
Magazines? The usual suspects. I had fun juxtaposing the images.Ya gotta love Oprah for having the balls to face the fatty, facts of life on the cover of O. Heath Ledger and Brad Pitt side by side, both nominated for Oscars this year. Tragic loss but I feel iffy about posthumous awards. But then again, I feel flowers are for the living as well.
Yes, throw those precious babies out the window. It's been that kind of week. A new week and a new month is here. I feel a fresh energy. Maybe it had something to do with sunbathing in the snow today. No, I wasn't in Aspen, but parked in a lawn chair in front of the house. The sun felt good on my winter wan skin. Thawed out a few grey cells. It's all good.
This week's books: The Development by John Barth. I've barely cracked it, but at a svelte 167 pages it promises to be a quick read. I'm in thick of Epilogue, a memoir by Anne Roiphe. I didn't expect to like it so much. Who would think a 70-year writer musing on the death of her husband and the prospect of dating again could be so life affirming, but it is and so much more. I read her novel Up The Sandbox years ago and now I'm itching to read her first memoir. It always a joy to discover or re-discover a writer worth reading.
I dashed through the delightful Martial's Egigrams by Garry Willis. Martial AKA Marcus Martialius, a social satirist and poet in ancient Rome (40-102 CE) writes about the follies and vices of his time. Thanks to the excellent translation, they appear as contemporary and fresh as if they were coined yesterday. If you like egigrams, this one's a winner. Here's a sample: You say I write lines longer than I ought? It's true your lines are shorter - they are nought.
Magazines? The usual suspects. I had fun juxtaposing the images.Ya gotta love Oprah for having the balls to face the fatty, facts of life on the cover of O. Heath Ledger and Brad Pitt side by side, both nominated for Oscars this year. Tragic loss but I feel iffy about posthumous awards. But then again, I feel flowers are for the living as well.
Greetings Layla, yes read, read, read, you can learn so much and distinguish the good writings from the not so good.
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Excellent post with some good info, think i'll share this on my twitter if you don't mind and maybe even blogroll it depending on the feedback, thanks for sharing.
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