Books post (buying and reading)
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radiantfractureThe small pleasure of the weekend was hurrying after the online writing session to make it to the Church Mouse Bookstore, the cheapest and best-curated bookshop in town, open only on Saturdays and only from 10 to 1 at the Anglican church down the way -- only to discover it was their yearly summer book sale and hot dog roast.
I bought a hot dog from a barbecuing gentleman chatty enough that I started flirting with him before I realized that he was the minister. (Not that it's bad to flirt with the minister; just that I was probably misreading the friendly man cues there a little.) And I made a -- let's be frank -- almost blasphemously low donation for six books. No Hemingway or Russians, which I'd come for. But there was, delightfully, a paperback of Martha Wells' All System Red. It had a note tucked into the cover as follows:
It is dated, heartbreakingly, December 20, 2019.
So All Systems Red has happily succeeded A Moveable Feast as my breakfast reading.
The other books are Bernadine Evaristo's Girl, Woman, Other (I told you this was the best-curated book sale in town), which I have not read but which looks gorgeously experimental on the page; Little Reunions, by Eileen Chang (an NYRB Classic); Milan Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being (will I still like this book after twenty years without reading it? Join me in the experiment); Clarice Lispector's The Hour of the Star, which I have read, though it was so beautiful and so unbearable that this very thin book took me a very long time to finish; and a book about the summer of 1911 in Britain, The Perfect Summer, by Juliet Nicholson, the graddaughter of Vita Sackville-West.
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I bought a hot dog from a barbecuing gentleman chatty enough that I started flirting with him before I realized that he was the minister. (Not that it's bad to flirt with the minister; just that I was probably misreading the friendly man cues there a little.) And I made a -- let's be frank -- almost blasphemously low donation for six books. No Hemingway or Russians, which I'd come for. But there was, delightfully, a paperback of Martha Wells' All System Red. It had a note tucked into the cover as follows:
[On a folded sheet of olive-coloured lined notepaper headed "Herb garden" and decorated with little marker-style drawings of various plants]
Hi!
I hope you'll enjoy this book -- it's one of my favorites.
The main character is an antisocial android (so half human and mostly looks human) who is tasked with protecting some humans on an alien planet but all its wants to do is binge TV shows. Even if sci-fi isn't your usual choice of genre, it's a short book so give it a try. :)
Happy Holidays and all the best for next year and the future!
E.
I hope you'll enjoy this book -- it's one of my favorites.
The main character is an antisocial android (so half human and mostly looks human) who is tasked with protecting some humans on an alien planet but all its wants to do is binge TV shows. Even if sci-fi isn't your usual choice of genre, it's a short book so give it a try. :)
Happy Holidays and all the best for next year and the future!
E.
It is dated, heartbreakingly, December 20, 2019.
So All Systems Red has happily succeeded A Moveable Feast as my breakfast reading.
The other books are Bernadine Evaristo's Girl, Woman, Other (I told you this was the best-curated book sale in town), which I have not read but which looks gorgeously experimental on the page; Little Reunions, by Eileen Chang (an NYRB Classic); Milan Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being (will I still like this book after twenty years without reading it? Join me in the experiment); Clarice Lispector's The Hour of the Star, which I have read, though it was so beautiful and so unbearable that this very thin book took me a very long time to finish; and a book about the summer of 1911 in Britain, The Perfect Summer, by Juliet Nicholson, the graddaughter of Vita Sackville-West.
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