Thursday, April 06, 2006

Books, books, books

With subway reading and rarely watching TV I've been flying through the books. There is no doubt I will be taking more books than shirts with me when I leave Korea to travel in September so in the past couple weeks I've been devouring the biggest and heaviest books first, leaving the smaller (but no less significant) ones for the road. I just finished Jitterbug Perfume and am now on Half Asleep in Frog Pajamas and I don't want it to end. I think I would marry Tom Robbins based solely on his way with words, despite his grandfatherly age and my disinclination towards marriage if the proposal was available for the taking. I also just finished Good as Gold by Joseph Heller. It was entertaining (after the first quarter) but definitely not in the same realm as his Catch 22 or Something Happened. (Heller himself says, "When I read something saying I've not done anything as good as Catch-22 I'm tempted to reply, 'Who has?'" ) My co-worker lent me a couple of David Sedaris books (Me Talk Pretty One Day and Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim) in the past couple weeks. They were quick, light reads with both books divided into short self-deprecating stories, well suited for noisy subway trips. I found myself laughing out loud more than once, which provoked strange sideways looks from fellow commuters. Books I'm in the midst of include: No Logo by Naomi Klein , The Doors of Perception and Heaven and Hell by Aldous Huxley, Holographic Universe by Michael Talbot. Books, books, books, I love 'em.

I've received a couple emails regarding the hot pink Porno by Irvine Welsh displayed in the picture. No, I have not yet read it but I will soon. It's the sequel to Trainspotting, the story written in phonetic Scottish accent and slang, which I found at a used book store last year in Edinburgh. (Funny enough, my dad found Trainspotting on my bookshelf not long ago and started reading it. After the first chapter and a few quick looks through other equally shocking ones, he abandoned it and most likely started wondering what wide array of drugs his eldest daughter is, or was, on. Sorry dad!)