Day 124 of the "What are you reading, and why?" project. My dad is reading The Great Bridge: The Epic Story of the Building of the Brooklyn Bridge, by David McCullough, because he enjoys learning the history and background politics of great events. Dad is particularly fascinated by the figure of Boss Tweed, finally getting caught in various shenanigans, and thereby helping to tell the larger story of this great engineering feat.Sounds like a good family story, too, as the son takes over work begun by his father, Washington Roebling.
And Father's Day is coming up, you all!
My mother has finished her latest book, so she is reading Glimmer Train and Granta, two of the print magazines she subscribes to. Glimmer Train is all stories, all the time. Granta is an always fascinating literary magazine, each issue generally exploring a particular theme, and I am lucky enough this year to have received a gift subscription to it from my parents.
Yes, my mom is reading the sex issue. Is it all sex, all the time? I asked, using different words.
"Yes," was her answer, after a pause to calculate. "Some were remotely about sex."
I admit to being disturbed by the similarities of the photos in today and yesterday's blog entries. Perhaps Jonah really WAS swallowed by a whale.
ReplyDeleteIt's a myth, that similarity. The pink purse does not have teeth. Nor whalebone plates. Nor a pitchfork.
ReplyDeleteAs to Jonah, metaphors work because of real life. A paradox!
The Brooklyn Bridge book sounds perfect for Scott. Closer to his interests and reading patterns than the GIRL WHO books, even if they were in Swedish. He is not so much of a fiction reader, and I'm always surprised by how much that informs what he enjoys reading. I like both fiction and non-fiction, so they don't seem that different to me. Plus, of course, he likes movies that are fictional. So why the deep chasm between fiction and non-fiction books? I don't know. But it's fascinating to me.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, bridges and dams are to him what murders and romance are to other readers. So I must find the Brooklyn Bridge book.
I love that purse.
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