I’ve changed into my pajamas at 6:30 p.m. the past two nights. I’ve also seen the same two episodes of Kim and Kourtney Take New York four times in as many days (to slightly redeem myself, I must note that I’d never seen any Kardashian show before this week). It’s just been that kind of a week.
I also finished Ian McEwan’s Saturday, which I’ll be writing about for Book Blob next week. It was alright. Not too bad, but not great. I liked Atonement better—a fascinating story about storytelling. For anyone else who’s nerdily into meta stuff like that, I also recommend Faulkner’s Absalom, Absalom! and the film The Fall.
The next book on my list is Joyce Carol Oates’ My Heart Laid Bare. Now, let’s Beyoncé here: The cover (and title) makes this look like a crummy historical romance. I’m sorry. It’s just true. But I’m giving it a shot because I absolutely love We Were the Mulvaneys, and on a lesser note am willing to grant that Oates is one of the greatest living American writers. (Also, I secretly kind of dig crummy historical romances. Shh.)
I realized today that I haven’t been super up on all the biz news lately. Funnily enough, when you actually work in publishing and aren’t unemployed, you don’t have a whole lot of time, energy, or interest to dedicate toward reading the dozens of industry newsletters that you giddily subscribed to back when you were idealistically jobless. But. Thanks to FBook and Twitter, I have managed to scrouge up some interesting bookish tidbits:
- The 20 Most Beautiful Bookstores in the World. Umm WOW. Amiright? That’s really all you can say. Some major book porn for my ongoing fantasy of one day having a room made entirely of bookcases, à la Beauty and the Beast or the following…
- The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore. Smiles, tears, smiles, tears. There, just for you, is a summary of my experience watching this short film. Good enough for an Oscar nominee is good enough for me.
- Letters of Note. I am a big fan of 1) snail mail (support the USPS!) and 2) pretending to be a huge literature snob (while secretly hiding my taste for crummy historical romances). Therefore, I am also a huge fan of this blog, which in all seriousness has some pretty insanely interesting letters.
- Ryan Gosling Reads Young Adult. I am so, so close to saying there are too many of these Ryan Gosling meme blogs. And yet, every time I come across another one, I think, “Not quite there yet…” I was, however, incredibly nonplussed to realize that I have read exactly none of the books referenced here.
And now, pajama-clad and Kardashianed-out, I move on to drown my ennui in a potential crummy historical romance. As one does.