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One last hoorah before the work week begins again.
Sunday reading.
Remembering details is hard. Remembering feelings is not.
Sunday evening with Shakespeare.
This is a good one. Reading The Warmth of Other Suns earlier this year added a lot of context that enriched this read.
I need to disappear into a good story after my son’s graduation weekend.
I’m excited about this one for book club.
Simple is elegant.
“Thank you,” the old man said. He was too simple to wonder when he had attained humility. But he knew he had attained it and he knew it was not disgraceful and it carried no loss of true pride.
- Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea
It’s time again for The Old Man and the Sea. I want spare prose and big thoughts about life.
This is a hard transition after The Secret History. It’s taking me a few chapters to get into.
Swimming back up
I have a book hangover. This past week, I reread The Secret History by Donna Tartt again. Even though it’s over, I don’t want it to end. The characters are insufferable intellectual snobs. They are not likeable. They drink themselves blind. They murder their friend (and an unsuspecting farmer during their successful Bacchanal). And yet. I root for them every time I read it. They entertain me. I…
God I love this book. We’ve got to be due for a new Donna Tartt soon. It’s been 13 years since The Goldfinch (2013).
But, these days, of course, everybody knows everything, that’s why so many people are so lost.
- James Baldwin, If Beale Street Could Talk
I might finish this on my first of three flights. James Baldwin is so good.
Surprisingly, I liked this way better than Much Ado About Nothing.
Recommendation from a girlfriend. This reads like a house on fire.