Turn the Page

This post is late because I was reading.  Gasp!  Yes, reading.

It took me forever, but I finally finished Bridge of Sighs by Richard Russo. I usually tear through his stuff, all of which I thoroughly enjoyed, especially Nobody’s Fool, which was so good I actually broke down and watched the movie version. Which was also good, amazingly.

In the almost-month it’s taken me to plow through this one, which was good but not (IMHO) his best effort, I’ve accumulated a pile of books stacked up like planes awaiting take-off clearance in a snowstorm. Good stuff, too. Denis Johnson’s new one. Two by Thomas Berger I’ve been looking for for years, and only recently found in a used book store. Two from Russell Banks, including his enormous short story collection. Thomas McGuane has one out — I LOVE McGuane. Two by Robert Olen Butler. Chuck Palahniuk’s new one (yeah, I know, and it got a bad review. BFD). And of course, Consider the Lobster by David Foster Wallace, whose suicide last week still resonates sadly in the literary world.

Either I don’t make the time any more, or I don’t read as fast, but it seems like I’m not going through the books like I used to. I could also blame teh internets, and this idiotic blog in particular. And the fact that my commute is now 40 minutes instead of 8. And my eyes get tired a lot more these days: I wake up a lot when the book I’ve been reading lands in my face. Ouch.

Six unread books on my shelf from Richard Busch. One from Martin Amis (essays). Another collection of Hunter Thompson’s letters. Two by Valerie Martin. Harry Crews. Pete Dexter. Peter Carey. Ian McEwan. Edgar Jones. Aaaaugh!

Bottom line: Anticipate shorter blog posts. I got some catchin’ up to do.

Oh, look. “The Big Book of Zonker” arrived.

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5 Responses to Turn the Page

  1. Dawgbowl says:

    You know that reading leads to impotence, right?

  2. Beardsley says:

    Like you, I always have a backlog of books to get to. At the end of the year I might have gone through 50 or more, but it seems like the list never shortens, just new titles.

    I figure when the time comes that I have all day to spend reading, my brain will be too soft-boiled to do it.

  3. Ted End says:

    You should cut yourself some slack and stop reading entirely. Just rent the movies. Takes much less time, and you can get other things done while you’re watching, like dusting the doo-dads and waxing the carrot. That’s what I do.

  4. Rollo Nickels says:

    Six unread books on my shelf from Richard Busch. Yeah. I call Bullshit. How many you got by Peter Snatch? Or Willy Beaver? Man you must think we’re all stupid here. Bullshit! BULLSHIT!!

  5. Squathole says:

    As much as it pains me to admit this, Rollo, you’re right, I’m wrong. His name is Frederick Busch. I mixed his name up with Richard Bausch, brother of Robert Bausch, both authors I read. Believe It or Not, as my friend Ripley used to say, it was an honest screw-up. But you called Bullshit, and you were right.

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