Category Archives: bibliomania strikes again
>This continues to be my lucky month. Last week, my co-worker Mike came back from Canada “with a shit-tonne of books”. He immediately sent out an invitation to friends and neighbors to come over and grab the old books he’d culled from his shelves to make room for the new. Since Mike’s collection (as well as his sub-collections) is fresh and winsome with beguiling whiffs of quirkiness, I headed over there with The Spawn, who came to visit for a few days.
9. The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie – Muriel Spark. A nice Penguin copy with a still from the movie on the cover.
13 books bought this month. This bookworm in overdrive is starting off with what promises to be a bad trend — I’m acquiring faster than I’m reading. Gotta slow it down. It could have been worse, though. During a recent visit to What The Book? I saw two Jim Thompson novels I haven’t read yet: A Hell of a Woman and The Grifters. Also, I wanted a copy of Stephen King’s Carrie and have had no luck finding it, which I find a little odd.
The next seven books…well, that’s Alex’s fault. He recently moved back to the UK, leaving an Alex-sized hole in my Cracked Spinz book club. (Faulkner Guy had also departed a few days earlier. Ouch.) Right before he left, Alex invited people to his apartment to take what he was leaving behind. This counts as book-buying because I felt guilty about leaving with such a large armload for free that I gave him all the money I had in my pocket, which was approximately $4.00 (USD). Here’s what I got:
Grimms’ Fairy Tales – Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm. Cute little pocket edition with illustrations by Arthur Rackham.
The Phantom of the Opera – Gaston Leroux. I’ve never seen the movies, the play or the musical. You could drive a tank through this gap in my cultural learning.
Democracy In America – Alexis De Tocqueville. This looks daunting.
One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich – Alexander Solzhenitsyn. I haven’t yet found a Russian author that I can warm up to, but maybe it’ll be Solzhenitsyn. My other reason for picking up this book is that Solzhenitsyn and I share a birthday — Solzhy and me and Brenda Lee.
Tristram Shandy – Laurence Sterne. I tried this when I was younger, but got bored quickly. Am I still that same reader?
Veronika Decides to Die – Paulo Coelho. I know, but it’s short. Maybe I can muscle through and rack up some international author points.
The Dante Club – Matthew Pearl. Lit Detectives! This looks like fun.
Then I went to Seoul and you know how that always goes:
Freedom – Jonathan Franzen. This is the pick for Bookleaves‘ March meeting. I hope I like it better than The Corrections.
Book Lust To Go – Nancy Pearl. America’s favorite librarian recommends books based on location. Her chapter titles — states, cities, countries, continents — had me bursting into an off-key, lyric-mangling but spirited rendition of I’ve Been Everywhere. Good stuff. How can I say no to Nancy? Don’t answer that.
> During November I didn’t do much bookstore-hopping so I made up for it by ordering online. Most of these selections are for work. Since I’m going to teach Children’s Literature next semester, I’m looking for a suitable text. Also slated is a children’s camp at my university that will run for three weeks in January. I’ll be teaching Newspaper. Upon hearing this news, I scrambled for some books about kid journalism. Here’s the entire haul:
I haven’t yet counted up exactly how many books I’ve bought. I’m a little scared to look, but next month, I’ll see the evidence of my book gluttony. It’s been an interesting experiment.