Tuesday, November 23, 2010
It's Day 288 of the "What are you reading, and why?" project and, serendipitously, yet again, I will soon be reading A Story Like the Wind, by Laurens van der Post, because I found it instead of A Mantis Carol at Babbitt's, a recommendation from Seana, which sprang from yesterday's Praying Mantis, and it turns out to be one of Seana's favorite books, anyway!
It's about Africa, a boy who makes friends with a Bushman, and how "the living spirit needs a 'story' in order to survive" (book blurb on rear cover). I remember reading about this before, and yearning for it.
But when, when, when can I read it?! Things to read (stacked on desk & floor):
Mockingbird (2/3 of the way through). Back on page 190 I encountered Harper Lee's recipe for cracklin' bread, which reminded me of Emily Dickinson's recipe for black cake. Both are outlandish--Lee's because she is being funny and throwing out the pig to get the renderings used in cracklin' bread, which I learned about from a museum exhibit on kitchens last year. Oh, and The Simpsons. "Sure, Lisa, there's a magical animal called the pig...." Dickinson's, because her recipe is more than doubled, and intended to serve the whole town, apparently.
Loving Frank (must re-read before book group in early December; must finish Mockingbird first).
Omnivore's Dilemma (must read, having reminded myself of the magical animal known as the pig).
Cyborgia (reading a few poems at a time; fantastic language and subject matter!)
American Eve (part way through, set aside, must read before I give it away).
The Death of Adam (still going slowly, requires great concentration, temporarily set aside).
A fabulous box of poetry books that arrived in the mail yesterday from RHINO, which doesn't do reviews anymore, so I will! (Here, or elsewhere.)
And, by serendipity, The Utility of Heartbreak, a poetry chapbook by Charles Reynard, local judge, that arrived in my driveway today! That is, Charley and I arrived at my driveway at the exact same time. I was coming from the grocery store (bringing dinner and flour for tomorrow's baking of pumpkin bread!), and he was coming to deliver, and sign, at my kitchen table, the chapbook!! Fortunately, chapbooks are short, and I have already read all these poems, so this will be a sweet dessert moment.
Fear not. Though I hugged him, I did not tousle his hair. Nor put any serendipity-do on it.