LITERATURE: Up for Review

I’m wandering through my lineup of books and trying my darnedest to keep my sticky fingers off McCarthy.  There are four or five of them there just screaming "Read me!  Read me!"  I think he (and Marquez–I’m playing the field) has come to be my literary fantasy man just as Willie fulfills my musical sexual needs.

What I’d really like to do is get into Austen, Faulkner, and so many of the classic contemporaries, as well as hit some of the heavies on my professionally prepared reading list.  Since I can’t really justify the expense right now of buying more books when so many are staring me in the face, I must select something that I have.  It’s a toss-up between Atwood’s Alias Grace, The Edible Woman, and a novel written by one of my instructors at the Wesleyan conference this past summer that I’m also anxious to get into.  By morning I shall have one pulled out and opened.

In the meantime, I’m working my way through Ploughshares and not doing so with Didascalicon.  I seem to have a mental block against this book, and have read the first pages of it about six times already because I keep putting it down and starting over, but haven’t progressed much beyond. Also haven’t gotten into the video narratives now that I have a working computer (though inadequate in o/s for the games) in the shop and don’t take the laptop in there with me anymore.

I guess this post was unnecessary, but what the hey, it’s 2:30 in the morning and I’m writing though I suppose I could instead continue on one of the short stories I’m working on or the pseudohypertext project of three stories that are in progress.  Yes, yes; that’s what I shall do…