Wednesday, May 28, 2014

The Little Reading Engine that Could



Trying for at least 30 reads this year...I think I can I think I can I think I can I think I can



2014



1.   The Flamethrowers by Rachel Kushner

2.   The Fault in our Stars by John Green

3.   Too Loud a Solitude by Bohumil Hrabal

4.   The Reluctant Fundamentalist by Mohsin Hamid

5.   The History of Love by Nicole Krauss

6.   Panic Blood by Catherine Texier

7.   Let's Pretend this Never Happened by Jenny Lawson

8.   The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt

9.   The Enchanted Life of Adam Hope by Rhonda Riley

10. Dancer by Colum McCann

11. The Final Solution by Michael Chabon

12. An Abundance of Katherines by John Green


13. White Girls by Hilton Als (reading currently)







Thursday, May 8, 2014

The Beast that was April...

I SURVIVED!!!!

I should just leave it at that.  I should.  I could.  But I won't.

I won't because surviving a month like this one:

- during which I crammed in two jury trials in federal court where I fought the big bad State of Florida for discriminating against the little people

- during which I read three novels (The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt, The Enchanted Life of Adam Hope by Rhonda Riley, and Dancer by Colum McCann)

- during which I wrote probably the best piece of short fiction of my life and was nearly published FINALLY for a different short story I'd submitted in January and in which bayonets and a stampede over clearance priced alarm clocks are both prominently featured

-during which I released my first novel into the world for others to read...or not...published online under a pen name to keep my former ME distinct and apart from the current ME, at least when it comes to my writing style, subject matter, and audience (totally unnerving and exciting and vulnerability exposing)  http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B00J4BKATC/ref=redir_mdp_mobile/189-2056223-8010662?pc_redir=1395314201

-during which I ran my first race in nearly a year (along with my three young daughters, a troop of boy scouts, and an enormous pack of recently mange free rescue dogs)

This is a survival you talk about, one you record in the dusty pages of your memory, alongside your recollections of the recent farmer's market and how it felt to pass it by without stopping and how it felt to realize you didn't care...you talk about a month like this past April so that later, when your free hours are even fewer than now, you will think fondly on the time as "not so bad" as if being "not so bad" is an objective state of being...but it's not...

Still, at least I survived...