Tuesday, June 09, 2009

Bibliothic Nirvana

Totally immersed in Alexandar Hemon's Love & Obstacles, Joseph O'Neill's Netherland, and Aravind Adiga's The White Tiger. Reading all three simultaneously and feeling like Goldilocks jumping from one perfect bed to another. Each is humorous, insightful, and written by authors who love words and the paces they can be put through.

Not looking forward to finishing any of the three. I'm putting off that agony as long as I can.

Although....Arthur Philips' The Song is You and Geoff Dyer's Jeff in Venice, Death in Varana are just waiting around the Kindle Korner.

This is going to be a great summer of reading.


Oh, my creaking bookshelves! Darn you, DV! Darn you to heck!!

(I don't believe this: my word verification is "coation")
I foresee our future, that is, our future death.
We will, hopefuly me before you as I have more rings in my tree, be burned on an ever-growing pyre of books, thus going up in smoke with all of our stockpiled tomes.

And, while certainly shedding a tear or two, our respective patient spouses will be relieved and maybe event smiling that those @#%@#%&*# books they thought they'd be saddled with the rest of their lives will be rising in a black plume to the largest library in the sky. Then, of course after an appropriate space of time, they will take on with a non-reading non-music loving dolt who will make the balance of their lives sparse of material accumulation of the mindly sort.
Love & Obstacles is the 4th Hemon book that I've read (well, still reading). If I haven't waxed on enough about this guy, shame on me. I think you'd especially like this book. It's a collection of short stories, some published in mags earlier (like the title story). Mr. Hemon's unique twists and placements of what one would think unmatching adjectives and nouns are a delight. His writing prompts the eyes to shift into reverse many, many times. It's a bumpy trip reading his stuff, this forward-reverse thing continuing until the last delectable sentence is read.
I don't know how much say he had in the matter, but the graphic designer who cooked up this cover is quite the titan, too. When Updike died there were several eulogists who talked about how meticulous he was when it came to the actual book design. This seems like a disconnect, because I can recall Updike passages, but not a single hardcover bookflap. Hemon's Love & Obstacles, on the other hand, sticks to the cranium. I'll definitely be picking this up.

I've yet to be disappointed by your recommendations, BTW: DeVries, Novakovich ... I am looking forward to this.
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