I had a nice, informative post written about travelling, book buying and Cortazar, but It was erased. Here's the skinny:
I am bringing Camp Concentration, That Old Ace in the Hole, and two work books on the trip. I plan on buying more books when I am out there, mostly because I always do. Last time I spent a week or so in the bosom of my rapidly shrinking family I bought Blow-Up and Other Stories by Julio Cortazar in a used paperback shop in the town where I was staying. In it, I rediscovered 'Letter to a Young Lady in Paris,' a righteously awesome epistolary story that is still one of my favorite stories ever. I first read it in this, a collection well worth picking up, if impossible to find easily on the internets.
I read so much this weekend, and had an actual book-talkin bookswap last night, that I fear I fried my brain in regards to the written word. I've eased back in a little with some random chapters in The Gastronomical Me though. I love you MFK Fisher- you make me want to take boat rides and have lots of husbands and eat everything from everywhere. Too bad you are dead and therefore can't be my auntie.
Reading anything good?
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As you know, I kinda haven't. But I started The Forsyte Saga on the bus ride to work this morning and laughed out loud at least 3 times in 5 pages.
dude, the cover story about the strokes in new york magazine is bitchen.
Your title busted me up. I've been there and done that with a long post-it sucks...
are you back yet? come home.
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