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Reading Wednesday

Les Mis progress:

447 / 755 (59.21%)


We have set the scene for the Revolution of 1830 and returned to poor, lovesick and heartbroken Marius, allowed a glimpse of his obsession true love and now left with no clue as to where she might have gone after the daring and dramatic scene at the Gorbeau House. Left purposeless and adrift, it is obvious he is going to be caught up in revolutionary activity shortly.

As regards the relatively low page count, I also spent some time this week reading L.A. Son by Roy Choi, of Korean taco truck fame. This book is published by the imprint "Anthony Bourdain Books," so I had high hopes, and it isn't bad. However, it's almost impossible not to compare it to Eddie Huang's Fresh Off the Boat, another memoir by a first-generation East Asian food professional. It's not really a fair comparison, either -- different books, different authors, different cities, different lives. Nonetheless, I'm sorry to say that Choi's book comes off as shallow as a result of having Huang's memoir in the back of my mind. It's glib, it's not as well-written (Choi has two co-writers and I expect that they basically interviewed him and wrote up the results, dividing the narrative into chapters with handy recipes at the end; it's very "talky" and prone to easy cliche), it's full of pictures. I'm sure the recipes are fine. And yes, it's nice to have a narrative of the parts of L.A. that aren't as storied (even by the stories that purport to show you the less-storied parts of L.A., if you know what I mean). I'll still finish it, I suspect, but with a couple little sighs of disappointment along the say.

Also, I should have taken a book with me on my Redwood City odyssey on Monday. There are only so many hours of staring at a smart-phone screen I can stand.

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It's really hard not to answer each one of these posts with either

GRANTAIIIIIIIIIRRRRREEE or Gavroche

But that's all I got.