>I was tagged for this meme by Amber and Matt over at Our Little Brown Blog and, before that, by Aaron at That’s The Book. As always, I’m trying to keep it bookish since this is a book blog, and I’m so fond of you all that I feel compelled to spare you my other personal characteristics.
1. During most of the 1990’s, I wrote a bi-monthly fanzine called In Today’s Room. Books were discussed, but I also wrote about subjects as various as country music, religion, my ongoing succession of shit jobs, my kidney stone experience, Rootie Kazootie, and a transcript of an interview I taped with 2 friends who drove down to Texas and got tattoos. In 1997, I briefly sold the zine for $1.00 and got a friendly review in Factsheet Five, which boosted sales for a while. Then along came blogs. I love doing Naked Without Books! but part of me misses the physical act of putting together a zine.
2. When I was in middle school, I read a YA novel called Cowslip, about a young girl growing up in slavery a few years before the Civil War. Cowslip decides to put a curse on her owner by writing his name on a slip of paper and stuffing it into a dead bird’s mouth. (In the main plot, a slave who was once a free man is secretly educating Cowslip.) As the bird rots away, so goes the superstition, so will the named person’s fortunes and possibly his or her life.
A few weeks after reading Cowslip, I found a dead bird in the side yard and decided to try this with someone who had been annoying me. I checked on the bird for 2 days after that, then it disappeared. I carefully watched the person I’d cursed for weeks, but this person stayed 100% healthy. Whew. Upon reflection, I had decided that I didn’t want to style myself as a murderess after all.
3. I loved Shiloh and Other Stories by Bobbie Ann Mason so much that I insisted for a time that *everyone* read it. When Whit, a guy in my 1980s book group came back and contemptuously pronounced it “boring, ordinary crap“, all I could do was look at him and say “but…but…” until my voice broke and I began crying so hard that I broke out in a drenching sweat. Whit dropped out of the group a few months later because we wouldn’t select The Sunlight Dialogues by John Gardner. To this day, I have an aversion that borders on nausea to The Sunlight Dialogues because of Whit, although I have nothing against John Gardner and have actually enjoyed other books written by him.
4. I got a new bookshelf last month. It’s a five-footer. Here’s how it’s arranged (the picture shows a little different order; I was still working it all out) :
Top shelf: Nonfiction, no particular order.
2nd shelf: Pulitzer prizewinners
3rd shelf: Fiction arranged alpahbetically by country of author’s birth. Books by US authors are arranged chronologically.
4th shelf: Books relating to Korea and graphic novels
5th shelf: The Mr. Bybee collection
5. I accidentally sold my son’s copy of Election by Tom Perrotta on eBay back in 2003. I thought it was one of my novels. He’s still indignant.
6. In late high school and early college I used to underline in my books in purple ink because I read in a biography that Sylvia Plath had done so. When I began dating my first husband, he actually looked in my books and sincerely wanted to know why I had found such-and-such line so interesting. He thought I had deep thoughts. The deception, though unintentional, was too much of a strain. I stopped underlining.
Now it’s time to tag, but since I’ve dragged my feet on getting this post done, I’m not really sure who has participated. If you like this topic, please — meme on!