slumpy

When we were in Indonesia I read ten books, and ever since then I haven’t been able to read. Oh, sure, I re-read Jesus’ Son in the wake of Denis Johnson’s death and was just as gut-punched by it as I was the first time I read it two years ago. If you haven’t read it, I heartily recommend it. It’s a collection of short stories all about a main character called Fuckhead. He’s an addict, and by the end of the collection he is trying to be clean. You get so involved, you want to shout at him, No! Don’t do that, why would you do that! or What are you thinking! Don’t go there! or you feel disgust, or sorrow, or pity, but throughout you are treated to this bighearted compassionate writer with all his humanity woven into every sentence.

I keep TRYING.

But other than that, I haven’t found anything that makes me desperate to keep reading. I’ve been trying to read Arundhati Roy’s new book The Ministry of Utmost Happiness for a couple of weeks now, and I was thrilled to begin it. How I loved her first book, The God of Small Thingswhich deserved the Booker it won in 1997. After that she got busy with activism and didn’t write fiction until this new book, so I was eager to read it, expecting and hoping for another dreamy read. And it is . . . meh. I just keep trying. It doesn’t stop me, but it also doesn’t pull me in. Maybe it’s me. Have you read it yet? So many people adored The God of Small Things, so I wonder if other people are loving this one and it’s just not the right time for me. If you have any reading recommendations, this is what I’m looking for: a book with big themes, with literary layers, that makes me feel a whole lot of big things. I don’t even care what — maybe it hurts my heart, maybe it devastates me, maybe it leaves me wistful and hopeful, maybe it reminds me how glorious life and/or people can be. My nightstand stack of books is still packed, and there are a couple in that stack that I’m looking forward to, but alas, still packed.

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I love every single thing about her look. All of it.

Thanks to Facebook’s ‘on this day’ feature, I was reminded of LP, a singer that Marnie introduced me to. If I could look like someone else, I would look like her. She’s Italian, from Long Island (Laura Pergolizzi, LP), and this article about her in Newsweek includes a newer video than the one I’m going to put in below this paragraph — just WOW. (And that’s not a T-shirt with a ship under her leather jacket, that’s a fucking TATTOO on her chest.) Here’s the video Marnie first shared with me:

She is definitely my ukulele hero, man. And beautiful however she expresses herself.

You wouldn’t expect that voice, would you? This great Buzzfeed article notes that she was shy about her powerful voice when she was young so she always sang over lawn mowers or vacuum cleaners.

I’ve never been a real girly girl. Never ever liked ruffles or lace, or flouncy bits. If I had money to spare for things like style, I’d style myself like her for sure. But a big part of her look is that fabulous hair, and mine is…well….not that. 🙂

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Overcast and dusk-ey every “sunlit” hour of the day. And wet.

My mission today is to drive to nearby Margaretville (Margaritaville as Marc unoriginally insists on calling it) to shed some cash and become a New Yorker. NY license plates and registration and car inspection. My NY driver’s license once again, wonder if they’ll just use the photo from my last one. I wouldn’t mind even a little bit if it weren’t raining. That would be delightful, and an exception to the last few days.

Also: #fucktrump.

5 thoughts on “slumpy”

  1. I don’t know if I can recommend any you haven’t already read! Mary Doria Russell’s The Sparrow? (It will hurt your heart and devastate you, be forewarned.) Lauren Groff’s The Monsters of Templeton? Barbara Kingsolver’s The Poisonwood Bible? Either of Eowyn Ivey’s books — The Snow Child or To the Bright Edge of the World? Kate Atkinson’s Life After Life? Pearl S. Buck’s The Good Earth? I’ve loved them all, but maybe you’ve already read them (they’re not exactly undiscovered) or maybe you wouldn’t like them as much as I do. I usually dive into Laurie Colwin or into Madeleine L’Engle’s adult fiction when I need something meaty but just can’t seem to get into anything. I’ve been reading fluff for weeks now because I just can’t focus on anything else but I need a mental diversion.

    LP, wow, what a voice! I’d never heard of her, thank you for that! Gosh I love the idea of a big o’l chest tattoo. I don’t think I have quite the right anatomy, but I love the idea of it.

    1. THANK YOU! Strangely enough I haven’t read any of these. I think I read The Good Earth when I was a teenager, I have a vague memory of loving it so much, so maybe I should re-read it. And I love a book that will hurt my heart and devastate me, for some weird reason. I don’t like that so much in real life, but I love it in a book. A safe way to feel big feelings, I guess. Anyway, thank you for such a great list!

      I definitely don’t have the right anatomy for a chest tattoo — she looks so marvelous in part because her chest is so flat, how I love that. Her voice just knocks my socks off, and she’s so boldly herself, something else to wonder at and emulate. I’m glad you liked her voice too! xoxoxox

  2. Lori, for a quick easy read, I loved The Whip by Karen Kondazian. It is a USA Best Book Awards Winner (if that means anything). It’s inspired by a true story that to me was quite amazing. You could probably read it in an hour. xoxoxo

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