Lazy summer evening with a light rain misting the neighborhood, I opted for the 5 block walk to Zula for flat bread with an eye on taking half home for breakfast tomorrow. Done! Book: In the Country of the Blind by Edward Hoagland. I picked up this book randomly and took it home based on the Annie… Continue reading Book and (substituting for beer) a wine #3
Here's a book lover emotion: I feel bad for books on the bottom shelf at the library. Some book lovers wax poetic over the smell of old books. I wring my hands over the lack of consideration for books on the bottom shelf. So sad. The bottom shelf of books are just out of comfortable eye range… Continue reading Bottom Shelf Blues
Late afternoon, end of holiday weekend, beer and a book at Washington Park. A peaceable and beautiful afternoon in the hood. Book: Strangers on a Train by Patricia Highsmith. Reading for book club, our second crime novel in a row. The psychological angle is apparent from the early pages. It's not a story based on… Continue reading Book and a Beer #2
A couple years ago I came across a Tumbler page called BookandBeer. The page is pretty simple. Every week the guy who runs the page (I think it’s a guy) posts a picture of, wait for it…, a book and a beer submitted from readers. Simple. Here’s the entire premise lifted from their page: What… Continue reading Book and a Beer
Nobody who asks me for a book recommendation wants me to suggest a non-fiction book. It's an unwritten rule of recommending books, that the person asking wants a work of fiction. Readers want a basic book with a good story, obviously. But they often want one that’s not too tough to read, and preferably not… Continue reading Non-Fiction is Your Friend
I’m reading Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace and I’m on page 311 of just under 1100 pages. Before I pick up the book to continue reading I need a moment to regroup. Infinite Jest is a long and complex novel that I have chosen to read for a number of reasons. I expected the… Continue reading This Book Will End When I Say It Will End
I never got assigned 1984 in high school or college, but life assigned it to me this year.