Category Archives: Books

À la Super Eggplant, currently, I am…

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Eating: Bing cherries. Yum! (1 cup = about 85 calories. Not bad!)

Making: Trying to finish the second sock of a pair started…a million months ago. Before I move on to finishing up Kysa’s Friendship Star quilt, since I finished Ame’s yesterday! Woot!

Reading: Just finished “Life Class” by Pat Barker (very good) and have moved on to “Lush Life” by Richard Price. It’s good. But then again, what book of his isn’t.

Watching: Just watched season 1 of Burn Notice on Hulu (Dear Hulu, how ’bout you try to get Everwood, seasons 1-4? Thanks!). Eh. I don’t like the lead at all, I hate that everything he says in the voiceovers is in his smarmy, self-satisified tone of voice. But I’d love to be skinny, strong and sassy, like Gabrielle Anwar. So there’s that. Since the insanely stupid Sci Fi channel is not going to show the rest of BSG season 4 until fucking next fucking year, I have to find something to watch this summer, before I die of fucking boredom. So I figured if I’m going to be stuck watching season 2 of Burn Notice, I might as well have watched season 1 first.

Listening: Listening to lots of Joseph Arthur (man of many recent EPs) and still obsessing over Meg Hutchinson‘s latest, as well as some singles from Tristan Prettyman and this very theatrical, dramatic album “Songs from the Deep Forest” by Duke Special that I picked up one day after reading Largeheartedboy’s blog where he linked to an interview of someone who recommended this (Paul Weller? maybe?) but I can’t remember who or where. It has a similar tone/feel to the soundtrack to “Spring Awakening” or the Buffy musical episode “Once More with Feeling“.

À la Super Eggplant, currently, I am…

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Eating: Mixed Berry Chewy Spree. Which I’m sure are sour only to me, and holy crap they’re making my face burn up. Could be allergic to them. Better eat 20 more to make sure.

Making: Still the blindstitching to go on Amy’s quilt and so close to being done w/ an elongated Cloud bolero (ravelry link) although at this point I’m fairly convinced I’ll never wind up wearing the thing. Everyone thinks I should wear it with a tanktop but in what weather conditions do a tank top and a wool lacey vest deal go together?

Reading: “The Farther Shore” by Matthew Eck which is really, really good. Welcome to the new generation of war novelists. Tactile and gritty and completely engrossing.

Watching: Battlestar Galactica (old and new) over and over again. And the one and only season of Standoff on Hulu. DAMN, it still pisses me off they cancelled that show. I love episode 2 possibly the best*, but the end of episode 3 is totally (romantically) awesome (Hello, Band of Horses), and also the ends of episodes 12 and 18, just so you know.

Listening: Listening to lots of Joe Purdy (as I may have mentioned), as well as Sea Wolf after seeing their brilliant show last week, (hmmm, which I thought I had written up but apparently not) and Meg Hutchinson. Have bought tons of new stuff; maybe I’ll start listening to that over the weekend. I mean, if I can be unslackerish enough to roll off the couch and press play. I’ve got big relaxation plans going on over here.

*Am I the only one who loves things the “best” rather than the “most”? Where’d I pick that up? I know one of you is to blame. CCB, was it you?

Fiction: War with the Newts, by Karel Capek

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Our June challenge book.

Really sharp political/societal commentary. First section is really rollicking fun. Second and third, a bit darker. Sometimes very sad.

Poignantly predictable, in a way, given world history now in 2008, but probably less predictable and more predictive in its time (first published in 1936).

Loved it.

By the way, Capek is the dude who came up with (created? originated? whateva!) the word “Robot” (in his play R.U.R.). This is also the first book to cause some random stranger to come up and talk to me on public transportation IN MY LIFE and given that I have 5 yrs in Chitown and 13 yrs in NYC reading on public transit every work day, that’s saying something.

Short Stories: The Collected Stories, by Isaac Bashevis Singer

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The May challenge book. I had the ’96 Farrar Straus edition so we went off its TOC for what we read (Dad has the Complete vs. the Collected).

Very entertaining, really liked a lot of them. Intensely detailed, plotted down to the last moment (even when there’s not much of a plot), really great dialogue, and lots and lots of crazy neurotics (“The Admirer”, for example. nuts!).

That said, they were arranged (way) too thematically. I mean four or five stories into dybbuks and devils tormenting innocent jews (I really didn’t realize there were that many devils in Judaic tradition) and they all start to seem a little too much the same (and you’ve still got another 20 on that topic to go). Then at the other end of the book, all the NYC stories were lumped together as well. Mixing the disparate types together might have made it an more enjoyable read (or I could have instituted my own mix and read out of order, but how was I to know they were grouped by type?) — not that it wasn’t enjoyable, but there were definitely stories where I thought “another one of these? just like the last four? really?”.

When you get to the NYC stories, there are quite a few where you suddenly see the influence he’s had on Philip Roth. “Old Love” for example shares so many of Roth’s current themes and similar personal details on the part of the protagonist. Dad thinks Singer (rather than Malamud) is really the model for Roth’s E.I. Lonoff (an elder writer who appears in some of Roth’s Zuckerman books).

À la Nick Hornby, books in/books out for May.

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Bought:

  • Just One Look, by Harlan Coben
  • Bad Luck and Trouble, by Lee Child
  • A Circle Is a Balloon and Compass Both, by Ben Greenman (stories)
  • Bad Luck and Trouble, by Lee Child (whoops)
  • Sleeping It Off in Rapid City, by August Kleinzahler (poetry)
  • Unmentionables, by Beth Ann Fennelly (poetry)
  • Dragon Blood, by Patricia Briggs
  • Raven’s Shadow, by Patricia Briggs
  • One False Move, by Harlan Coben
  • The Final Detail, by Harlan Coben

Read:
  • Just One Look, by Harlan Coben
  • Bad Luck and Trouble, by Lee Child
  • Slam, by Nick Hornby
  • The Devil of Nanking, by Mo Hayder
  • Dragon Bones, by Patricia Briggs
  • Dragon Blood, by Patricia Briggs
  • One False Move, by Harlan Coben
  • The Final Detail, by Harlan Coben
  • The Collected Stories, by Isaac Bashevis Singer

Best of April

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Just in time for June!!

The best movie I saw in April was Leatherheads, which might seem like it’s not saying much since how hard is it to be the best of only two, but on the other hand, I thought it was really really good. It’s not its fault my lack of movie viewing didn’t give it much competition.

The best book I read in April was Belong to Me, by Marisa de los Santos but Monsters of Templeton by Lauren Goff was also good and a bit more high-brow if that’s what you’re looking for.

The best gig I went to in April was Bon Iver. A beautiful album done even more beautifully live.

My favorite tunes in April…. You know, at this point I’m not sure what I was listening to then, probably stuff I bought in February and/or March. The memory, it ain’t what it used to be.

Random personal highlights: The yearly trip to Portland, yay, including burgers, beers and brunch; trying out my new camera (Hasselblad, yo). Not much else good happened; it was a rough month.

Lowlights? Had the punes; which seemingly caused a mysterious shoulder injury (look for “physical therapy” in May’s highlights); had a LOTLOTLOT of stress at the secondary browsing location. And, I’m sure, airport delays on the way to Portland because you KNOW planes are delayed in every direction if I am flying on them.

Mystery: One False Move, by Harlan Coben

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Burning through mysteries in the offhours while reading this month’s challenge book.

The next in the Myron Bolitar series (after these). Still enjoying these, but not quite as much thanks to throwaway paragraphs with pedantic tones like this one:

“Win waited by Myron’s car. He was bent slightly at the waist, practicing his golf swing. He did not have a club or a ball, of course. Remember blasting rock music and jumping on your bed and playing air guitar? Golfers do the same thing. They hear some internal sounds of nature, step on imaginary first tees, and swing air clubs. Air woods usually. Sometimes, when they want more control, they take air irons out of the air bags. And like teens with air guitars, golfers like to watch themselves in mirrors…”

Seriously? Do tell. Who is the audience for that? Or, better yet, who does the writer think his audience is that he needs to write that? You can, indeed, take dumbing down a bit too far.

Dear Harlan Coben,
There aren’t that many Myron Bolitar books after this one. So I’m sure I’ll keep reading them up until the end. Because I like Myron. And I love Win, despite the fact that he’s a raving psychopath. (He makes Joe Pike look well adjusted.) But seriously? You can do better than that.
Sincerely,
who would’ve thought golf could be made more boring than it actually is,
Duff

Fantasy: Dragon Bones, by Patricia Briggs

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Burning through fantasy in the offhours while reading this month’s challenge book.

I’ve recommended her modern day fantasy to you before. Now I can highly recommend her more traditionally set (you know that whole medieval-type, middle age-sort of world that so much fantasy is set in; similar to the worlds of Robert Jordan, George R.R. Martin, among others) fantasy as well.

LOVED this book. Absolutely loved. In love with Ward, with Oreg, completely sucked in by the myth and the magic. Beautiful. Some kinda icky torture (physical and psychological), that just makes you care even more deeply about these characters. Wow.