what I’ve been reading lately:
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Proust, again: The Captive
After a several-month break from Proust, I’ve started reading The Captive and am reading slowly,—even more slowly than I usually read Proust, now that I am bicycling to work a few days a week and therefore don’t have 35 minutes of reading-on-the-train time built in at the start and end of my day. I will
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Al Capone Shines My Shoes by Gennifer CholdenkoDial, 2009
I read Al Capone Does My Shirts back in 2005; this book’s the sequel to that one and picks up where the first left off. Moose Flanagan is still living on Alcatraz, playing baseball and hanging out; his autistic sister Natalie is about to start at a new school, and Moose is trying to figure
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Darwin: A Life in Poems by Ruth PadelAlfred A. Knopf (Borzoi), 2009 (Originally Chatto & Windus)
This book is full, pleasingly so: marginal notes alongside the text, the poems themselves full of quotes from letters and memoirs, both Darwin’s and those of his friends and family. (Padel herself is Darwin’s great-great-granddaughter.) I like the places in this book, the sense of place, whether city or country—the description of Darwin’s father’s estate
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Thames: The Biography by Peter AckroydDoubleday, 2008 (originally Chatto & Windus, 2007)
This book is rambling and fragmented and sometimes repetitive (like when Ackroyd mentions the 5000-year-old yews at Southwark on one page … and then mentions them again on the next page, without a difference of context or the addition of any new information), but it’s full of interesting facts and historical tidbits and images. One
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The London Scene: Five Essays by Virginia WoolfFrank Hallman, 1975
I first read this book back in 2006, saw it again at the library recently and thought, quite correctly, that it’d be satisfying to re-read. The start of the first essay, “The Docks of London,” made me think a little of Proust: the magic of names, the magic of place names especially. Woolf writes that
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The Error World: An Affair with Stamps by Simon GarfieldHoughton Mifflin Harcourt, 2009 (originally Faber and Faber, 2008)
At the start of this book, Garfield writes very much as a man, or maybe what I mean is that he writes from a certain place of cultural masculinity that is quite foreign to me, a separate spheres sort of world that I don’t normally much think about. I wonder how much of my inability
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Comfort Me with Apples: More Adventures at the Table by Ruth ReichlRandom House, 2002 (originally 2001)
For the first chapter, the tone of this memoir annoyed me: too pat, and too much dialogue, which I find a tricksy thing in nonfiction. It’s too distracting: I’m sitting on the R train reading and wondering if she really remembers what her first husband said on that day twenty-three years ago, if she wrote
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Free: The Future of a Radical Price by Chris AndersonHyperion, 2009
I got a free advance copy of this book via goodreads, and was excited to read it even after reading Malcolm Gladwell’s not-too-enthusiastic review in the New Yorker, and the plagiarism accusations in VQR (which I got to via TeleRead), and even Virginia Postrel’s review, in which she calls Free “a successful business speech between
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The Winner of Sorrow by Brian LynchDalkey Archive, 2009 (originally New Island Books, 2005)
Before starting this book I didn’t know much about William Cowper, just that Veda Hille uses bits of Light Shining out of Darkness in a song called “Cowper’s Folly.” Also, back in April, someone taped the whole text of “Light Shining out of Darkness” to a column in the Canal Street subway station, and despite
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Never Mind the Goldbergs by Matthue RothPUSH (Scholastic), 2005
Hava Aaronson is seventeen and feels like she’s never fit in: “I guess I was just born different,” she says on page 1, which sort of made me roll my eyes and wonder if I was really in the mood for a YA novel after all—and maybe I wasn’t—but I kept reading. Hava’s an Orthodox