Netflix is winning, or at least it seems that way sometimes. As of this morning, I am 3 books behind schedule in my Goodreads reading challenge. I’ve only set a goal of 65 this year, as my work schedule and other time demands make attempting to read any more uncomfortable, if not impossible. But now I have discovered a new obstacle. Continue reading →
Calling all book nerds, anarchists, and dunces! We, thedunce academy need to kick this revolution into higher gear. We need to let the internet know that we are one of the best cyber book clubs around. We need to rival other book sites like Goodreads and BookRiot and Amazon. They’ve got nothing on us. I want a book list and I want it now. Let’s spread reading and our love of books. Let’s start a fire. Find a book, give it to a friend, a stranger, your mailman, your enemy. I don’t care at this point, we just need to spread the word. Continue reading →
Left to my own devices, the suitcase I would bring on a Florida vacation would be 90% full of books. If there happens to be any leftover room for a toothbrush and a swimsuit, great. Anything else would be superfluous. But as my wife is fond of reminding me, these are no longer viable packing options, given our current circumstances. Continue reading →
You know that moment in a book when you realize where its title came from? Sometimes it’s just a catch-all theme. Sometimes it emerges as an idea. Sometimes it’s an actual line in the book. For some reason, I always find this moment exciting. It makes me giddy. I will often mark it with one of my ever-present Post-Its, just so I can come back and relive the moment later. That’s how much I love it. Continue reading →
As I have mentioned here before, there was a time in my life when poetry was very important to me. Reading it, studying it, writing it, writing about it. I read a lot of poets during that time, by assignment and by choice. I really liked some, and I really didn’t like others.
Before I say anything disparaging, let me first make clear that I probably live in the best public library system in the country, if not the world. The facilities are exceptional, they have an unbelievably current and comprehensive selection, the librarians are friendly and intelligent and well-read. And the wait-list system itself is wonderful and very useful. Pretty much any book you can think of, my library system has it, usually several copies, often in multiple media (i.e. hard copy, large print, CD, e-book). And I can request a hold on a book from any library in the system, to any library in the system, and it will usually be there in a week or less. Very efficient and necessary to my insatiable reading needs.
In a short story I read recently, “The Language of Things Around the House” by Lydia Davis (from her Can’t and Won’t collection), she talks about words and sounds she, I actually don’t know how you’d put it: thinks she hears around the house? hears in the sounds these things make? thinks when she sees these particular things, internally, but so coherently it is almost like the impressions are words being spoken aloud. This isn’t exactly that, but I experience a similar phenomenon every time I use my debit card at the store. Continue reading →
When I went to the library this week, I was disturbed to discover that I could not seem to find the poetry section. I don’t go to this particular branch too frequently, and I knew they had recently done some remodeling, but after a considerable search, I still had found nary a tome. Finally, in desperation, I asked a librarian. Continue reading →
I had the opportunity to read an article here recently entitled “The Surprising Science Behind ‘Supremely Happy’ People.” Ever in the pursuit of a higher state of happiness, I was intrigued by a list within the article compiled by “happiness researcher” (how awesome would that job be?) Kate Bratskeir. According to Ms. Bratskeir, supremely happy people do the following 10 things: Continue reading →
In a book I have been reading recently, White Noise by Don DeLillo, a character named Murray posits:
I don’t trust anybody’s nostalgia but my own. Nostalgia is a product of dissatisfaction and rage. It’s a settling of grievances between the present and the past. The more powerful the nostalgia, the closer you come to violence.