This week's earworm: Smash Mouth. Dammit. With bonus minor election coverage reference.http://www.sfweekly.com/shookdown/2016/03/15/earworm-weekly-smash-mouths-walkin-on-the-sun
I finished The Small Backs of Children
. I remain ambivalent. I am glad I read it, I am not sure I like it, I am very not sure if it succeeded, damn it's nice to see someone take on that particular thematic material, yes I understand why all the artists are all over the book now, I am still not sure I like it, but it's definitely worth a read.
The Eastern Europe stuff actually threw me out of the book briefly, but I got over it. Probably it suffers for having been read in close proximity to Jessa Crispin's book, which deals with real-life Eastern European cities rather than fictional ones (fictional ones that are actually possibly fictional, that is, you'll see what I mean when you read the book).
And I think the poor performance artist is treated very shoddily. I know it's part of the theme -- all the women in the book suffer dreadful things. Still.
Anyway. I finished it, I'm now reading The Kitchen Counter Cooking School
, which does suffer from equating losing weight with getting healthier and the belief that if you cook and eat more unprocessed foods you'll naturally shed pounds. I am a living testament to the fact that this is a lie, so, uh. But I sure do enjoy the food I eat a lot more than I did before! And I'm probably healthier, too, although the blood test results I got back this week suggest that I really should exercise a bit more and no, slinging cases of books around a bookstore once or twice a week does not count. But I digress.
(Actually, funny, I learned to cook "whole foods," mostly veg at the time, because I was trying to drop my cholesterol levels. It didn't work, and I have maintained my slightly-high numbers my entire adult life. Which indicates that exercise may not make much of a difference either. They're too low for drugs, too. Liminality is a way of life, baby.)
Anyway, I picked up a couple books at the bookstore that I am looking forward to delving into alongside the above book -- Between You and Me: Confessions of a Comma Queen
, which I am hoping will be a bracing antidote to didactic books like Eats, Shoots and Leaves
, and Black Deutschland
, a novel about a gay black American in 1980s Berlin, hubba hubba. Also Bullies
, in which Our Author confronts his childhood bully, now president of the East Bay Rats, in the midst of the rapidly-gentrifying Oakland of the last 10 years. How strange to think that I moved to "pre-gentrified" Oakland. But I know the rent they're charging in my old neighborhood now, and I think I need to make a couple thank-yous for having stable housing even through divorce.
Also a zillion children's books. Finished Unusual Chickens for the Exceptional Poultry Farmer,
which is a super-cute middle-grade epistolary novel starring a Latina girl from L.A. who has relocated to rural California with her down-on-their-luck family. The Mom is a freelance writer who's (barely) supporting her family by writing dumb service articles, so you know we all relate and that I giggled when I read Mom's refrigerator to-do list out loud. I'm looking forward to a bunch of graphic novels (Phoebe and Her Unicorn, Rollergirl, Lumberjanes 2, Unbeatable Squirrel Girl, Ms. Marvel 4
) and, out-loud-wise, The Cheshire Cheese Cat
, which is apparently a parody of Dickens starring cats (and mice), and which narrowly won out over The Hobbit
because the main cat character has a bent tail just like our cat Crook.
Whew. Also I've been on deadline. And migrainey. That's basically the first time in decades the two have coincided, lucky me. (Usually I have the post-stress migraine thing instead, but I ate erratically over the weekend and skipped lunch entirely on Monday and that was a very bad idea. My glucose is fine, by the way, thank you for your concern.)
I think I am going to take a nap now.