Carol called me this afternoon. She’s reading Foreskin’s Lament and she thinks it’s hysterical. Nice, but she has a problem. Carol’s looking for a passage in the book. She said it’s hard to go back and find anything with a Kindle. “I can’t fold the page back on a Kindle and it’s hard to leaf through the pages” she says. Personally, I’m not a page folder. I use book marks or, more accurately, ticket stubs.
So Carol is looking for a passage in the book and I know exactly what she is talking about. I grab the book and leaf through it while we are on the phone. “The Kindle doesn’t have pages so I don’t know where it was but it does have percentages,” Carol says. “Well, the book is about 300 pages long . . .” I reply.
Pages — percentages — we decide the passage must be around 25 pages from the beginning. “I’ll see if I can find the passage,” I stupidly say. “Good, email it to me when you find it,” she quickly says and hangs up.
Carol has the Kindle. I have the book — so here I am, skimming, reading, over and over again. I’ve already gone through it three times. I can’t find it and it’s driving me crazy. I finished the book last week and already put it to rest in my bookcase. I was done with it — except for my daily rant, “Drew you should really read this book. I know you’ll like it. The print is big!” Damn, and now I have to leaf through it page by page and . . . ahhhhhhhh.
“You definitely have to read Bossypants by Tina Fey,” blurts Carol before hanging up. I think I will. But I won’t tell her I bought the book!!!!!
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!
. . . so says Drew to me one morning. His thing, for those of you who are wondering, is his Droid. The lighting in our house is awful. It’s hard for drew to find a good reading spot, so my stud hubby has taken to reading his thing, especially in bed. Lights out, Droid on. And now it seems it is too much for him. Maybe he needs an iPad — a nice big screen might give his thumb a rest.
I don’t need as much light as he does. Right now all I really need is a good book. I brought 3 books with me on vacation: Foreskin’s Lament by Shalom Auslander, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith, and Fugitives and Refugees: A Walk in Portland Oregon by Chuck Palahniuk. The only book I read was the Palahniuk book. I was so excited to read that Katherine Dunne wrote her book, Geek Love, while in Portland. For me, that was the highlight of his book. Geek Love is one of my favorite books. I’m always buying a copy of it as a gift — wish I kept track of who I gave it to because I don’t want to repeat gift giving! I lent it out years ago and never got it back — that was years ago when I actually wanted the books back. Now I am happy to read a book, pass it on, and make room in my bookcase.
Fugitives and Refugees was a quick read and I finished it before we ever got to Portland. I started reading A Tree Grows in Brooklyn on the flight to Seattle but I remember looking down at the book, seeing double, sweating, and, soon after, throwing up. Haven’t opened the book since. Thinking maybe it is time to start one.
Marinating a chicken for tomorrow’s dinner — Roast Chicken with Oranges, Lemons, and Ginger. Really need to post some recipes but now I think I’ll start on tonight’s dinner –vegetable soup with matzoh balls, baby arugula salad, broiled salmon, and broccoli rabe.