A quest to make sense of it all. Or a sense to make a quest of it all.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

I thought about doing a blog similar to Brandon's latest, requesting the masses to leave me literary suggestions.

Then I realized that the only people who would read&respond are Brandon and Tamara. And since Brandon is also looking for suggestions and Tamara and I discussed our own selections on Brandon's blog, I would be getting virtually nowhere. We need new blood. We're altogether too incestuous.

Does anyone know anybody else?

I had sushi again today, and I was smart enough to get a takeout platter that Luke is going to bring to me at work tonight. Is it tacky to eat raw fish in a pizza restaurant? Oh, well.

In other news, Luke has vetoed the Christmas tree this year. He reasons that we should be packing, not putting up more crap. I know that this is correct and logical, but still... Christmas just ain't Christmas without ceramic mice in Santa hats and vegetation in the living room.
*sniffle*

4 comments:

Palm Tree said...

Luke vetoed?

Did you just type that?

Did you let your husband veto something you wanted?

Who ARE you?

Palm Tree said...

And yes, I know others. But an acquaintance does not a blog subscriber make.

sarah saint said...

Yes, vetoed.

This would not have stood had I not been secretly thinking it myself. He just gave voice to the Scroogey thoughts I was already having.

I still want to decorate, but I know I wouldn't have gotten around to it, anyway.

My ceramic mouse family *will* be coming out, though.

theogeo said...

Hi, Sarah. Here's some books I've enjoyed that maybe you haven't read:

Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides. It's about Calliope/Cal, a little girl who goes into puberty only to find out that she's not so much a little girl after all. There's also a really beautiful backstory about Cal's Greek ancestry and how the hermaphrodite gene crept into the family.

Birds of America by Lorrie Moore. Short stories that are sharp and humorous and sad in equal doses.

Rubyfruit Jungle by Rita Mae Brown. The story of Molly Bolt, a young lesbian from a poor rural area, who moves to New York to try to make something of herself.

Spook or Stiff, both by Mary Roach. Spook is an informal history of the paranormal, and Stiff delves into the lives of cadavers. Both are visceral and completely interesting.

Written on the Body by Jeanette Winterson. This is my favorite book. It's about love, really, but also flesh, and where the two meet. The narrator is genderless — you never know if he/she's a man or a woman — so the interpretations of the story are myriad. A beautiful, haunting book.

Actually, I recommend anything by Jeanette Winterson. She is amazing. But I particularly love WotB and The Passion. Sexing the Cherry is good too.

A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole. A farcical romp through New Orleans and the life of Ignatius J. Reilly, a disgustingly fat slob of a man who fancies himself a medievalist in an era of annoyingly modern morons. Truly hilarious hijinks in this book. Interesting trivia: It was published after the author killed himself, only after his mother found the manuscript and hounded some people to publish it. It won a Pulitzer.

Hope this helps. Happy reading!