omg, don’t you completely want to read this book now.
is it stereotypical of me to love this below?
love,
jessica
Ephemera and Reading and TBR (To be Read) amazing phil, reading rainbow 4:52 pm
omg, don’t you completely want to read this book now.
is it stereotypical of me to love this below?
love,
jessica
Reading and reviewed books cynthia ozick, dominic west, interlibrary loans, proust, the wire, yes 4:25 pm
Yes, I have that Yes song in my head all the time. All the time. What does that mean??? Anyway, I finished a book (wow, that almost never happens these days). Its because I spend all day watching The Wire, which I wouldn’t do if Dominic West wasn’t so damn good looking. Heir to the Glimmering World is one of Cynthia Ozick’s fictions, very readable. Her writing comes more alive when you read it out load. Otherwise, there were some loose ends, tied up quickly ends, and predictable ends. The intrigue is to some extent kept under wraps, and I don’t know if that was purposeful. I would have liked to have had an inside look, a hint, a tip. I’d recommend it as a quick read and an introduction to Ozick as an essayist. I don’t know if I would pick up her other fiction though.
Question: what is the specific job of the Interlibrary Loan Office. You’d think that they receive a request. File it. Receive an answer from another library. Follow up on it. Receive the item. Deliver the item requested. I would fairly give this process 3 weeks to be completed. Unless the item is rare, hard to find, etc. I waited over 4 weeks for the last Proust book. Finally received it and was told that it had been delivered and returned twice before I actually received a notice about it. My question is: what else could possibly be happening in the Interlibrary Loan office besides this straightforward task of loaning between libraries. You’d think it would be their main objective and that the item wouldn’t be tossed back and forth between libraries like a hot potato. I don’t know, its very mysterious. It could very well be that they are swamped with other types of work/problems/tasks/etc. and my request for a loan was put on the back-burner for a few weeks. Maybe they should change the name of the department. Or maybe its just this library–the land of calling in sick/vacation/personal days.
Anyhoo–I have received the last Proust–Finding Time Again and will attempt to finish it in 1 week. If not, I’ll have to track down a copy in NYC when I get there. If I get there.
Love,
Jessica
Ephemera and Newspaper and Magazine Bits and Reading and TBR (To be Read) and posts with quotes haruki murakami, bomb magazine, new york magazine, martin hynes, operation filmmaker, edwin torres, zachary lazar, european starlings, raja alem, tom mcdonough, s. r. ranganathan, the new yorker 7:12 pm
New York Magazine:

Bomb Magazine:
Keep a look out for this bird!Library Journal:
–taken from Wikipedia.
This is hilarious. Thus, the last magazine… The New Yorker
I have to admit that I didn’t read the rest of this New Yorker today… but I will another day. This has been fun!
Till next time, Adios Amigos!
Reading and personal updates and poetry and posts with quotes adam zagajewski, cynthia ozick, inclement weather, poetry, william t. vollmann 6:45 pm
This is where I was for the past 3 days… Tybee Island. The trip was great–except for the drive home. I drove through the worst weather imaginable and it was terrifying and I hate inclement weather, especially in the land of God’s wrath… East Central Georgia. I finished one book while at the beach: Butterfly Stories by William T. Vollmann. Interesting to say the least. I mean, if Cambodian hookers interest you at all. Yet, even with the off color subject matter I still enjoy his writing. I am also reading Cynthia Ozick’s Heir to the Glimmering World, which is way cool. And started William H. Gass’ The Tunnel, which I am probably not going to continue reading… he has described this 600+ page book as a “lump of darkness.” I am enjoying another poetry book by Zagajewski and have a new favorite poem, would you like to read it? It is called “Lullaby”
“No sleep, not tonight. The window blazes.
Over the city, fireworks soar and explode.
No sleep: too much has gone on.
Rows of books stand vigil above you.
You’ll brood on what’s happened
and what hasn’t. No sleep, not tonight.
You inflamed eyelids will rebel,
your fiery eyes sting,
your heart swell with remembrance.
No sleep. The encyclopedias will open
and poets, dressed carefully,
bundled for winter, will stroll out one by one.
Memory will open, with a sudden hiss
like a parachute’s. Memory will open,
you won’t sleep,
rocked slowly through clouds,
an easy target in the firework’s glow.
No sleep: so much has gone on,
so much been revealed.
You know each drop of blood
could compose its own scarlet Iliad,
each dawn author
a dark diary. No sleep,
under the thick blanket of roofs, attics,
and chimneys casting out handfuls of ash.
Pale nights row noiselessly into the sky,
their oars silk stockings delicately rustling.
You’ll go out to the park, and tree limbs
will amiably thump your shoulder, making
sure, confirming your fidelity. No sleep.
You’ll race through the uninhabited park,
a shadow facing more shadows.
You’ll think of someone who’s no more
and of someone else living so fully
that her life at its edges changes
to love. Light, more light
gathers in the room. No sleep, not tonight.”
I like that poem. I’m glad I survived to share it with you.