I Trade Bulges for Books
Thursday, January 23, 2014
I am by nature not much of a chatter. This day I must tell all.
I returned my 17 library books today and most were unread. For me, this was a scandalous first if ever there was one.
I have now filled my bag with all sorts of stuff - a couple of books that friends have lent me, including a signed copy of David Byrne's How Music Works and Tan Twan Eng's The Garden of Evening Mists; three untouched issues of the literary quarterly, Cabinet; a spectacular catalog filled with essays as well as images from The Interwoven Globe, The Worldwide Textile Trade 1500-1800 from a recent exhibition at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York - my interest is particularly piqued by the unacknowledged subtext of this catalog which of course is the African slave trade and the concurrent global influence of African textile patterns; several collections of essays, including John Sullivan's Pulphead; José Donoso's The Obscene Bird of Night, and Wallace Stegner's Angle of Repose.
Not a page-turner in the bunch. Ain't I swell?
My 2014 resolution to loose one pound for every book I read can be misleading. The truth is, if I have not lost the pound by the end of the book, no new book until I do. I do not have TV, do not use my computer as one and seldom go to the theater. I read. so...
Novels, get thee behind me!!!
However, I just read a blog by someone who was dismayed for having dropped 2 pounds in one day. Should that happen to me, I have Terry Pratchett's Dodger and Muriel Barbery's Gourmet Rapsody tucked way down at the bottom of the bag, gleaming like 2 Godiva Dark Chocolate Truffles. % )
I am deeply saddened by the passing of Doris Lessing earlier this month. I have found her work to be of enormous worth to me personally. R.I.P. May her pages ever softly turn.
Do not speak to me of Kindle.
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