act i: what I’ve been reading
scene 1: Fifty Shades of Grey
This book really is as terrible as everyone says it is. But I still loved reading it and would do it again; here’s why. For the cynical take, you’ll have to check-in with twitter friends @knsstxs (“reading that book is my own red room of pain,”) and @theluckynun (“I could write better one-handed reading with one hand tied behind my back & some gross dude spanking me.”) I also enjoyed Chip’s ostentatiously lazy review.
scene 2: Love is a Mix Tape
Gawd, what a great piece of pop culture writing. I heart Rob Sheffield, and this book made me cry like a baby, even though (or perhaps because) it was about Duran Duran and Missy Elliott. I’m going to cheat by linking to my brand new review for Lawrence Public Library — this review isn’t officially published until tomorrow. Doesn’t it feel exclusive?
scene 3: 2666
Roberto Bolaño is totally freaking me out, in that way that only the best writers know how. I loved Savage Detectives, but 200 pages in and I’m already calling it: 2666 is Bolaño’s masterpiece. I’m crawling along, reading just a few pages at a time, because it’s too much to take in. This business with Amalfitano and the geometry textbook is KILLING me.