I’m making a commitment. A commitment to blog: more regularly, and better. Or at least attempt.
And I’m making a commitment to write about things like the books I’ve read–if only so that I can remember what I’ve read and how I felt about it. It’s so so easy to forget when I read so many books one after another with so little break in between. And, well, because it is fun, to read back on these things, see what I once thought and what changed.
And to post songs. I missed those.
And recently I’ve read the new Augusten Burroughs book A Wolf At the Table as well as the new Chuck Palahniuk book, Snuff. Neither of which were really the authors’ best work and Palahniuk, in particular, would probably have been much better off just writing a few essays about the porn industry instead of trying to make a full on novel out of it. You can’t really have a novel without a real story line and characters that you remotely care about. It’s always interesting to read the random facts and how-to he likes to sneak into his novels, but really? Snuff was a filler. A Wolf at the Table was Augusten Burroughs in the style of Dry but concerning his childhood, and although the subject was a highly personal and emotional one, and it was a good read, it felt far too dry, lacking in Burroughs’s usual wit and insight that makes his memoirs so compelling. Interesting that both were released around the same time, both appeal to the same general demographic, and both are in the same category of contemporary hip authors that are just a tidbit overrated..
Currently reading (and highly enjoying): Throw Like a Girl by Jean Thompson, Gentlemen of the Road by Michael Chabon, and, because sometimes it is quite fun to feel like an intellectual and reading Gladwell and Freakonomics has turned me onto the beauty of non-fiction, The Black Swan by Nassim Nicholas Taleb.