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These are all the books I have read since August 29th. They have all been really good. One is a heroin memoir, one is a memoir of a pimp who operated in the 50s-70s (ish), one is a book of short stories, one is a book of poems, and one is a multiple personality disorder memoir. (Every single time I read or watch something about MPD, I seriously feel like, “That is me” except without the total amnesia after switching and the super-distinct personalities, although I know the nonetheless-pretty-fuckin-distinct personalities are definitely inside me pulling strings -- I’ve done the tiniest amount of work with them in therapy and I know they will emerge as much more distinct when we do more. I think I am like... MPD-lite or something.). (I know MPD isn’t the name used for it anymore, now it’s DID -- dissociative identity disorder -- and I think both are useful descriptors in their own ways.) Reading the book of poems really made me feel like, “Wow, I can totally do this. I am as good or maybe even better than this woman, and I should fucking publish my poems already.” Most of the others made me feel like, “Fuck, do I stand even the slightest chance of ever being this good?” Especially Jerry Stahl and Iceberg Slim. It is astounding to me how beautifully and lyrically and lushly they both tell their harrowing and horrifying tales. Iceberg Slim is the most shocking of the two in his masterful prose -- that such a ruthless, unbearably cruel antihero can write so beautifully as to make you gasp and lay your hand to your chest and say, “Jesus fucking Christ,” that he can even, at times, inspire genuine sympathy as he explains how he got to where he ended up is just... fucking mindblowing. Just... mindblowing. It was recommended to me by Dave Chappelle, though not personally -- he talked about it one of his specials and I just had to read it after the way he talked about it.) The one about MPD is not especially well written, but it is not bad by any means. Just... average. Competent. And it took me on an amazing journey that felt very kindred with my heart. It only took me two days to read both that one and the book of poems. The Murakami book is mostly really good as well, though one story was just way too esoteric for me. His style is so distinct, so hard to describe. Very crisp and sparse yet also quite rich. That’s the best I can describe it. It was recommended to my husband by Obama, also not directly. It was on his summer reading list and my husband thought it sounded like a book I would enjoy. He’s such an amazing gift giver, oh my God. I can’t decide if I will read a Lorrie Moore book next, or another Murakami (I bought but never got far into Norwegian Wood a thousand years ago), or dive in to the seventy-five thousand million page pair of books by Janet Fitch -- it’s a story in two parts and each is like... 700 pages long and it’s been so long since I read the first one that I know I gotta start all over from the beginning rather than just pick up at the second book, so I am dreading it a little bit. Either way, I will also simultaneously read a book of poetry by Mary Oliver, who I have been meaning to read for a long time now. Bam! I am reading like a motherfucker, bam! I haven’t read this much in so fucking long and I really needed it. Both as a writer and just, like... as a person. I used to read like 4-5 books at a time and spent hours every day just reading. I’ve missed it.