May
15
Maslin Bad, Summer Good
Filed Under Feuilletons |
One of the most annoying book reviews that I’ve ever read is Janet Maslin’s review of James Frey’s new book, Bright Shiny Morning. I don’t know what the hell she was smoking when she wrote it, but I don’t want a toke. Are you sure NY Times pays her for this
On the other hand, school’s over for me, hooray! Finally, I can do some books I’ve been meaning to read. Jenny recommends Sarah Manguso’s The Two Kinds of Decay highly, so that’s on the list. Other books I can’t wait to read are Teju Cole’s Every Day is for the Thief and Ed Park’s Personal Days. Need to finally finish Senselessness by Horacio Castellano Moya, but after this, no more torture regime novels for a while… until Bolano’s 2666. Nam Le’s getting a lot of attention, and I’m very curious. And I promise I’ll finally read a Jane Austen novel this summer so when people are talking about Austen to me they’re not staring back at glazed-over eyes.
Now that Columbia’s not subsidizing my apartment, I’m getting priced out of Manhattan. Moving just across the pond. I’m happy though; it’s a house, has a small yard, and I have a huge basement office to myself to work in. Hopefully I’ll get to finally push forward on the novel that I’ve been writing. But that’s what I say every summer. I’ll at least set up a kiddie pool and slip ‘n slide for my girls, grill some steaks. Crank up some records by The Band and drink a lot of cold-ass beer. Good enough for me.
And I promise to be good to you again, blog. No more neglect.
(Image: “Summer” by the incomparable Weegee)
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