“So what should I read?”

On book recommendations:

They want a book more compelling than sleep or sex, more engaging than googling old boyfriends or catching up on The Wire. The book you grab for as soon as you wake up, and read at stoplights. The term may be a sorry cliche, but for want of a better one, let’s just call these books what they are: page-turners.

It’s harder still for me to know what to recommend since I (probably) don’t know you, but to see the books that maybe aren’t quite as compelling as Jennifer Reese suggests, see the Top 5, above, or look for the ones I gush about.

I can recommend Critical Mass, the National Book Critics Circle Blog, which consistently posts posts as compelling as Reese’s. As with most books, I’d probably prefer sleep or sex if I’m desperate need of either, or even in slight want of the latter, but it’s still a good read.

"So what should I read?"

On book recommendations:

They want a book more compelling than sleep or sex, more engaging than googling old boyfriends or catching up on The Wire. The book you grab for as soon as you wake up, and read at stoplights. The term may be a sorry cliche, but for want of a better one, let’s just call these books what they are: page-turners.

It’s harder still for me to know what to recommend since I (probably) don’t know you, but to see the books that maybe aren’t quite as compelling as Jennifer Reese suggests, see the Top 5, above, or look for the ones I gush about.

I can recommend Critical Mass, the National Book Critics Circle Blog, which consistently posts posts as compelling as Reese’s. As with most books, I’d probably prefer sleep or sex if I’m desperate need of either, or even in slight want of the latter, but it’s still a good read.

Life

Among the more amusing reviews I’ve read recently is Cristina Nehring on Esther Perel’s new book, Mating in Captivity. The last sentence of this paragraph in particular is a standout:

Even though [Esther Perel] was born in Belgium and schooled in Israel, and speaks eight languages, she is fundamentally, deeply American — indeed, announcing that you speak eight languages is a deeply American thing to do. (As I write, I am living in Crete, where half the people who wash floors in hotels speak eight languages and don’t tell you.) Perel is American in both the best sense and the worst in which Europeans use the term: She is American in her can-do conviction that people will live happily ever after. She is American also in her self-promotion[…] She is American, finally, in her unquestioning assumption that we should work like hell on our sex lives.

Quiz answers

I saw this quiz on About Last Night, and was the person who guessed the quote’s subject to be Eudora Welty, rather than its author. The e-mail I wrote said:

My first hunch for the subject of your passage was Eudora Welty. I felt somewhat doubtful, especially given her work in short stories. Then I thought of Francine Prose, but I just finished Reading like a Writer and read A Changed Man not long ago, and the passage didn’t quite seem to fit her writing.

Strange how two women writers sprung first to mind, especially given what I found via “tricks of the trade.”

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Laura wrote back:

Interesting! It’s Eudora W writing about Jane Austen, but I’m fascinated that you guessed it was *about* Welty. Doesn’t that just lend itself beautifully to some theory that no matter the subject, a writer is always in some sense writing about herself too? I love that.

I do like the theory, and I’d guess a lot of writers have a certain inspiring writer who they would like to emulate, or at least live up to. Perhaps it’s the flipside of the ideal reader.

Why I am unlikely to subscribe to Salon.com, even if I sometimes read it

Salon’s headline for October 16 said:

“Feminists—including Jane Fonda and Nora Ephron—are intensely ambivalent about Hillary Rodham Clinton. ”

I don’t know if others consider me a feminist—I’d guess no— but I do know that I have no strong opinions about Ms. Clinton and little desire to read the article; I also skipped the November cover article in The Atlantic about her. Still, the words “intensely ambivalent” caught my eye because they are an oxymoron—the whole idea of being ambivalent concerns not being intense about anything. Why would I pay for headlines that are outright wrong when I can read typo-prone polemics in the form of blogs (like this one) for free? Granted, Salon might just be aiming for cheekiness or some faux irony, but the phrase still jarred my attention away from the content and toward the expression.