The Wave in the Mind: Talks and Essays on the Writer, the Reader, and the Imagination by Ursula K. Le Guin who is even more brilliant than I expected. How did I not encounter this intelligence before?
A Book of Kells: growing up in an ego void by Margaret Kell Virany is the story of her parents who never spoke of themselves, reconstructing their biographies with sharp eye to details of life at the time. It really takes on into the context. I’m only on page 30 yet, but quite absorbing. Found this thanks to the small press fair and am only getting around to reading it now.
Plato’s Republic which I read once in primary, once in secondary but about time to come back for another reading.
How to Rock Climb by John Long. Oh my. The back of my neck can break out in a sweat by looking at illustrations alone. And hand sweat for pages. This is odd.
Margaret Atwood’s Selected Poems (1976). Funny, I think I actually like some of this. Rather a lot. Eating own words. Mm, nummy.
I’m Not Going to Lie to You by Mike Blouin. Lovely sounds and voice and stories. How did I end up setting this down on page 68 months ago.? One more advantages of a house move is discovering what you forgot you had. The poem of his father, describing his arms as girlish now and hoping dad would kick his ass for saying so is going to live in me I think.
Once by Rebecca Rosenblum, still reading too but slower. Not a matter of diminishing returns but avoidance of it ending. Each short story is so vivid and wowser lines here and there.
What, you didn’t used to like Atwood’s poetry? I am astounded. Crazy about it myself. Oh goody, didn’t know about that Le Guin book; sounds like a must get!
Happy reading, Pearl! 🙂
last time I checked in, I found it far too dark for my tastes. not so much so now. and she does have reins in the darkness doesn’t she?
Hmmm, yes, she doesn’t shirk from confronting the darkest dark. But not only has she reins, the horse’s wings remain strong.