Right now I'm reading Robert Charles Wilson's Julian Comstock, which is like Mark Twain meets Heinlein and is, in a word, awesome. This is not what I should be reading, mind, but can't seem to stop.
Right now I'm reading Robert Charles Wilson's Julian Comstock, which is like Mark Twain meets Heinlein and is, in a word, awesome. This is not what I should be reading, mind, but can't seem to stop.
God Is Not One- the dude was on Colbert this week- Colbert grilled him on what the best religion was and which religion was winning. He did answer the second part of that question.
"Sometimes a stick in the eye is a tool for enlightenment, but mostly not." Manfred Minsk
A tiny book talking about Double Nickels On The Dime by San Pedro heroes the Minutemen. Fab.
"Sometimes a stick in the eye is a tool for enlightenment, but mostly not." Manfred Minsk
Old school summer: "Walden" and "Moby Dick." The Melville is for the bike tour, because the two fit together like a wheel and a tire.
I just started Faulkner's The Hamlet (I took in a copy of this which costs a penny on Amazon and I found that my copy had some damage which I guess would mean I'd have to price it at zero to sell it, so I decided that it would be better to just read it myself--since I have never read the Snopes trilogy but always sorta, in the back of my mind, wanted to...), and this collection of Pavese. I'm still reading Flint's introduction and trying to decide what to read first.
Don't ask me to diagram that first sentence!
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.” - Albert Camus
http://audioarchives.blogspot.com
Where odd audio errata, ephemeralities, and nonsense occasionally collide with actual music for serious contemplation. Trouble is - I'm not saying what is which.
I'm still reading Byron's Don Juan, which is perhaps my fave thing of his (not least cause it's the funniest thing of his), but I just got sidetracked by David Mitchell's brand spankin' new novel The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet.
Scat, a YA novel (!) by Carl Hiaasen that my eldest got with a gift card the other day.
Much like his adult work, just less, er, adult.
http://audioarchives.blogspot.com
Where odd audio errata, ephemeralities, and nonsense occasionally collide with actual music for serious contemplation. Trouble is - I'm not saying what is which.
If you're talking about The Lacuna, I read it. I liked it ok, but it was nowhere near the standard of Poisonwood Bible.
Just finished The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. It's a fun read, but why can't murder mysteries just be about, well murders? Why do they always have to be about sadistic murders involving torture of women and animals? With all the gory details?
I'm now reading Enemies of the People, Kati Marton's account of her young years in Hungary when her parents were targets of the secret police. Next up is John Barry's book about the 1917 flu epidemic (can't remember the title right now).
If you are pissed at a dog for keeping you awake with its barking, it's not because you disagree with what it's saying. -- Rikki