Another memoir . . . why do I bother? It’s been about 2 weeks since I mentioned my obsession with trying to read memoirs. Well, to update you on my reading — I haven’t picked up Foreskin’s Lament since my train ride two weeks ago. I know it’s been two weeks because days after I started reading it I stopped in the library and took out Art and Madness: A Memoir of Lust Without Reason. It was a 2 week book. I read 24 pages in 2 sittings. Not much, but I did like the book, I think. As I read it I kept repeating to myself, “I like this book. Finally a book I can get lost in.” Nope, apparently the book got lost on my dining room table (not a hard thing to do) and then I received an email reminder saying the book is due. So that was it. I somehow don’t feel like I need to read it. I might change my mind. But I don’t hear it calling me right now.
Foreskins Lament, however, I’m pretty sure I will finish. Maybe it’s because it’s a paperback and it doesn’t have to be returned to the library and I can throw it in my purse.
New York Times Book Review (5/22/2011) article, Body of Work by Frank Bruni caught my eye. He reviews The Man in the Gray Flannel Skirt by Jon-Jon Goulian. Says Bruni, ” . . . he writes in a rhythmic, proudly florid manner. Frock or no frock, the man knows how to shape a sentence and a paragraph. . . . and he peppers his narrative with engaging chararcters . . .” Maybe have to add it to my memoir list. Wait did he say ‘proudly florid’? Maybe not add it to my list.
Beautiful day, took my 50% off Borders coupon and bought a book, The Psychopath Test: A Journey Through the Madness Industry by Jon Ronson — not a memoir and one that Rachel texted me and said she wanted to read. Me from NPR, her from the Daily Show.
We aRe family!