Ok, this might be my favourite book dedication ever:Mom and Dad,
I could never have done this without your faith, support, and constant encouragement. Thank you for teaching me to believe in myself, in God, and in my dreams.
This book...aside from the nine F-words, thirteen Sh-words, four A-holes, page 257, and the entire Warren Beatty chapter...is dedicated to you.
You might want to avoid chapters twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, anything I quote Mom saying, and most of the end as well.
Sorry. Am I still as cute as a button?
Love,
Cute, right? It's from The New York Regional Mormon Singles Halloween Dance. So far, hilarious.
I'm in the mountains for a few days, and have a pile of books to read. Literally, a pile. Think Cameron Diaz in The Holiday. Yes, I watched that movie. What of it?
My get-relaxed-quick readings include:
Margaret Laurence's The Fire-Dwellers (a companion, it appears, to Laurence's A Jest of God);
Margaret Atwood's The Edible Woman;
Michael Ignatieff's The Russian Album;
Lizzie Skurnick's Shelf Discovery;
Karen Blixen's Out of Africa;
Joseph Boyden's Through Black Spruce;
and Elizabeth Hay's Garbo Laughs.
Yes, lugging this many books through an airport does land you in a conversation with security folks who have novel suggestions. (Apparently I should read Cormac McCarthy.)
2 comments:
I am so jealous of your dedicated book time... and can't wait to start mine. They all look good (ahem, except, maybe, for the Atwood). And, I can say that Through Black Spruce is superb (though it made hard-hearted ME, as well as my mom, tear up at one part), and Girls of Riyadh is like Poppycock... delicious, but still enough "wholesome" stuff in there that you feel like you are a more enlightened person having read it.
And for the love of God, do NOT waste your time on Cormac McCarthy. It's the literary equivalent of watching paint dry, in slow-motion... I have never been so desperate for an author to use enthusiasm about anything in their writing.
Anyhow, hope the mountain escape is going well...
All due respect, you must certainly read Cormac McCarthy, but most certainly not as a get-relaxed-quick read. When I you saw my copy of "Blood Meridian," you may have noticed the binding was slightly broken.
This is because the first time I read it, I threw it across the room at least twice. It is probably the most violent book I've ever read, and it twisted me good, made me angry.
But, and this is significant, I always picked it up again.
You must read Cormac McCarthy. Every one who can read ought to read Cormac McCarthy.
(Erin, you and I, once again, disagree... guess what our next book club selection will be)
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