Open to words, forever–
It was extraordinarily coincidental that I began reading these two particular books this week, Lia Purpura’s On Looking and Minna Proctor’s Do You Hear What I Hear? Religious Calling, the Priesthood, and My Father. Not wanting to formalize my reading list for these ten weeks or overthink which book I *should* read next in order
I don’t know if any of you suffer from this affliction: reading while feminist. It makes it difficult to enjoy some novels in their entirety, because of misogynistic, homophobic, and/or racist comments or undertones that just gnaw. I’m not calling this book any of those things outright, but I will say it is very hetero,
The keen observer, that is to say, anyone who possesses a better memory than I for specifics- may have noticed that A Room of One’s Own By Virginia Woolf, did not appear on my Summer reading list. It is the nature of ideas, the world, and particularly of books, to lead me curiously on many
I am impressed with the continued overlap between these two reads. I finished the last 125 pages over the last three days, immediately following finishing Didion’s The Year of Magical Thinking. Here are some passages from the remaining pages of Sacks that made me consider Didion’s writing and how these two pieces of literature intersect. The
” So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say. But to sacrifice a hair on the head of your vision, a shade of its color, in deference to some Headmaster with a silver pot in
I’ve written on the blog before that the gallery where I have my fellowship has a monthly reading group. Typically reading material of related subject matter in the form of 2 or 3 essays are distributed in PDF form a few weeks prior to the meeting. This last meeting we were to read 3 chapters
Yesterday I finished reading The Year of Magical Thinking and as much as her writing is lovely and easily drank in large gulps, I was happy to finish this read. I think maybe that was an effect Didion was going for– the ending is not happy, or particularly hopeful, which is correct. As a person who
I ordered erica kaufman’s book of poetry, INSTANT CLASSIC, from Small Press Distribution rather than the AMAZONIAN on the theory that my order could benefit this not-for-profit organization and better support the poet. Imagine my surprise when the book arrived with a bonus book of “anecdotal descriptions” of the life of Ted Berrigan, poet, editor
I’ve seen this book pop up on other peoples lists and was intrigued. From what I have seen of Neil DeGrasse Tyson, I have enjoyed and figured if anyone could deliver such dense material he could. I was also on the hunt for an audiobook to offset the physical reading I was doing and was
I’ve just come back from a weekend retreat during which I read absolutely zero pages. It was an interesting experience to be away from words–at least written ones, although breakfast was a silent meal every day, so no talking either–even though I stuffed my backpack with three books that I did not even look at.
Seasonal Reading 