It’s summer, apparently. Could have fooled me! (In San Francisco it’s sometimes hard to tell. Hello, 50 degrees, fog, and gusty winds!) But no matter what your version of summer feels like, summer is for reading. As in, kick back in a lounge chair under an umbrella, listen to the ocean and sip tropical drinks while devouring some extremely engaging literature. (Or, you know, bundle up in a fleece and hide in the one wind-protected corner of your deck hoping to glimpse some blue sky behind all that rushing white stuff. Or, perhaps, head out to the ocean and have the wind and sand give you that microdermabrasion treatment you’ve been thinking about.)
Anyhow, June’s links are all about books:
First up, a nice little reminiscence of an alley full of used bookstores in Bangladesh.
Next, memoirs of illness –there are a lot out there, this M.D. writes, and they’re not all necessarily good, in the conventional literature sort of way. But: “there is no story out there that is not a great story.”
I’ve always wanted to be a ninja. Probably “book review ninja” is as close as I’m going to get.
A excellent, bookish cause.
Jonathan Franzen, whose writing I am in awe of, this month published “Rereading ‘The Man Who Loved Children’” in the NY Times. Whether or not you care about The Man Who Loved Children, the writing in this piece is stellar. It called to mind Franzen’s essay “How to Be Alone,” which is one of my favorites.
“She didn’t care if none of it seemed possible. It wasn’t possible, but it was true.” A couple of summer reading possibilities. I’m loving the term “subtle surrealists.”