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[booklog 2006]
50. Reading Lolita in Tehran, Azar Nafisi. very, very good. makes me want to go catch up on my classic-literature reading, and learn a whole lot more history.
51. & 52. Numbers in the Dark and If on a winter's night a traveler, Italo Calvino. both excellent. his stories are well-crafted and intricate and fun to read; traveler is a less-easy read, but definitely worthwhile.
53. A Time Traveler's Wife, Audrey Niffenegger. it hooked me fast and didn't let go 'til the very end. sweet and lovely, mostly without being saccharine about it.
54. Mixed Reviews, Aaron Cometbus. a tiny grey book with a blurry photo of birds on the cover, mostly about travelling and the pauses when he comes to rest in any given city. i think i enjoyed these pieces more than most of the other writing of his that i've read. (Double Duce and chicago stories, though at the moment i don't remember much of the latter.)
55. Something Rotten, Jasper Fforde. read it a few weeks ago, and already it has disappeared from my brain, except for the bit where i've been having a number of book- and time-travel-related dreams lately.
picked up Isabelle Allende's memoir, a compilation of Mark Twain's travel-writing, and Transmetropolitan: Lonely City, which includes the issue called "Monstering." the world would be a better place with someone like Spider Jerusalem in it, especially if that would make some kind of real difference. (and for that matter, R.I.P. Hunter S. Thompson. bah.) but instead of reading any of these, i've snagged McSweeney's #20 (which is just gorgeous, a bookbinding that makes me grin), Dr. Tatiana's Sex Advice to All Creation, and Sir Apropos of Nothing from
l_stboy, and am reading that last one for pure fluff & escapism. (and also because i think i saw Peter David speak once alongside Neil Gaiman & Harlan Ellison, and he was sweet and funny and seemed entirely unbothered by the fact that most of the people there had come to see one or both of the other authors, but hadn't heard of him.)
51. & 52. Numbers in the Dark and If on a winter's night a traveler, Italo Calvino. both excellent. his stories are well-crafted and intricate and fun to read; traveler is a less-easy read, but definitely worthwhile.
53. A Time Traveler's Wife, Audrey Niffenegger. it hooked me fast and didn't let go 'til the very end. sweet and lovely, mostly without being saccharine about it.
54. Mixed Reviews, Aaron Cometbus. a tiny grey book with a blurry photo of birds on the cover, mostly about travelling and the pauses when he comes to rest in any given city. i think i enjoyed these pieces more than most of the other writing of his that i've read. (Double Duce and chicago stories, though at the moment i don't remember much of the latter.)
55. Something Rotten, Jasper Fforde. read it a few weeks ago, and already it has disappeared from my brain, except for the bit where i've been having a number of book- and time-travel-related dreams lately.
picked up Isabelle Allende's memoir, a compilation of Mark Twain's travel-writing, and Transmetropolitan: Lonely City, which includes the issue called "Monstering." the world would be a better place with someone like Spider Jerusalem in it, especially if that would make some kind of real difference. (and for that matter, R.I.P. Hunter S. Thompson. bah.) but instead of reading any of these, i've snagged McSweeney's #20 (which is just gorgeous, a bookbinding that makes me grin), Dr. Tatiana's Sex Advice to All Creation, and Sir Apropos of Nothing from
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also -- i think Gaiman's doing a reading in October at Cody's, and possibly another one at Kepler's down in the south bay. interested in going? it's $10 for tickets, which then gets you a discount of some sort on the hardback of his new book. i don't normally buy new books, especially expensive hardback copies, but i've enjoyed his readings before and it might be fun.
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i've been reading quite a lot lately, but not as thoroughly as i'd like, just diving in and burying myself in a book, but when i finish it evaporates out of my mind far too quickly.