Reileen wrote:Manage to read any good books lately?
Lots more than usual, actually.
poetry:
Transformations, Anne Sexton. Her take on various Brothers Grimm fairy tales. Darkly funny, occasionally terrifying. After Sleeping Beauty marries the prince and lives happily ever after, she becomes an insomniac.
Sailing Around the Room, Billy Collins. I think my taste can reasonably be called "middlebrow"—an affinity for things deftly made, interesting on multiple levels, unashamed of being pleasing and accessible. I especially love it when he says to "water-ski/across the surface of a poem/waving at the author's name on the shore."
New and Selected Poems, Samuel Menashe. Peculiarly appropriate for our age, somehow, with its terabytes of information packed into devices the size of fingernails. I can't figure out how all that meaning lives in syllables that small.
fiction:
Saturday, Ian McEwan. Courtesy of Sarah Harmer, who was reading it back in May. Man, I wish I could chronicle trains of thought like McEwan does. I wish my trains of thought were that coherent to begin with.
The 2006 O. Henry Prize Short Stories, edited by Laura Furman. David Lawrence Morse's "Conceived," which creates an entire mythical world (a village atop a giant whale) in twelve pages, gives me hope; it's his first published story.
nonfiction:
Freakonomics, Steven D. Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner. Suddenly I really want to go back to school and take stats classes.
Crucial Confrontations, Patterson, Grenny, McMillian and Switzler. How to talk to people in touchy situations, especially when you're pissed off. It was all in rather nauseating corporate-seminar-speak, but the information is solid. Surprisingly valuable for an impulse buy at the airport.
Sudoku Vol. 3, presented by Will Shortz. Okay, not exactly nonfiction, but I'm newly hooked on this stuff, and it makes great travel material. A couple of drunk guys in the subway in Berlin, making no headway with hitting on me in German, started calling me "Frau Sudoku."