Oops. Has it really been over three months since my last post? Apparently. I am officially the cobbler with no shoes, as I have been writing for lots of other things for lots of other sites while my own little blog has been left unattended like a sad, dying houseplant.
Well, let’s not make a big deal of it and just jump right back in and talk about some good stuff like…
So, so, good. One of those books you tear into but then immediately slow down because you don’t want it to end too soon. I loved the multiple, winding plot lines and the sparkly, unexpected prose. Marie-Helene Bertino has style in spades. It blew me away. Read it. I haven’t felt so strongly about a book since The Art of Fielding, which was a showstopper in a whole different (devastating) way. Read that one too, but, heavens, brace yourself.
Also, Marc Maron, since I’m apparently in the mood to fangirl. I can’t help but feel so proud of and inspired by this guy. So much heart and art and purity comes out of this guy’s garage. He is my “do it anyway” role model. Last week he posted an interview with Keith Richards, his childhood hero, and it blew me away. My appreciation for the Rolling Stones is only average, but it was so moving to hear him talk about the experience, which was loaded with 40ish years of awe and worship. Dreams come true. You should listen to it, if only to hear him get overwhelmed and choked up in the intro. That kind of honest and vulnerable joy just kills me.
Tomorrow I wake up at 5 a.m. to do something sort of odd and against character for me. I’ll leave it at that so I MUST come back and elaborate in a timely manner.
Sweet dreams, friends.