I had a good weekend, which is pretty normal for me. On Saturday, I went to coffee with a guy who used to be in our writing group. He went on to start an online magazine (you can find it in my blog's reading list) and he's still writing. It was great fun to talk about books with another bibliophile. Because of him, I'm considering attempting maybe someday to open one of Thomas Pynchon's larger books again. Pynchon is a big challenge to my ordinary brain.
Just between you and me, I think a lot of readers who "get" Pynchon are blowing smoke in more ways than one.
Then, on Sunday, we had dinner with friends, one of whom is self-publishing her novel. It's been quite a learning experience, but she's in the proof stage so the end is near. The book has a beautiful cover, looks professional throughout, and is well-written. The day will come when I review this book on my blog. The author refers to this experience as "having your face ripped off" but I hope to be slightly less Hannibal Lecter about it.
Because I have at least 30 books waiting to be read, I went out and bought a new memoir because of a spirited review I read online. The book is titled Beamish Boy, an intriguing title, and was written by Albert Flynn Desilver. Albert's bio makes him sound awesome, too. The book has great chapter titles. Naming chapters is so much better than using numbers, but coming up with clever titles is a skill I haven't mastered. Some of his titles are:
Great stuff.
Just between you and me, I think a lot of readers who "get" Pynchon are blowing smoke in more ways than one.
Then, on Sunday, we had dinner with friends, one of whom is self-publishing her novel. It's been quite a learning experience, but she's in the proof stage so the end is near. The book has a beautiful cover, looks professional throughout, and is well-written. The day will come when I review this book on my blog. The author refers to this experience as "having your face ripped off" but I hope to be slightly less Hannibal Lecter about it.
Because I have at least 30 books waiting to be read, I went out and bought a new memoir because of a spirited review I read online. The book is titled Beamish Boy, an intriguing title, and was written by Albert Flynn Desilver. Albert's bio makes him sound awesome, too. The book has great chapter titles. Naming chapters is so much better than using numbers, but coming up with clever titles is a skill I haven't mastered. Some of his titles are:
- Das Hell Frau
- Aggravated F-ing Meatheads
- East Jesus High School
- When in Doubt, Join a Cult
- Happy Happy, Empty Empty
Great stuff.
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