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Here’s what’s on my bookshelf.

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The National Book Award Finalists have been announced.  I hardly recognize a one.  How — how! — is this possible?  But it sure looks like Junot Diaz is having one hell of a Fall 2012, and it’s only October 11.  There’s the release of his long-awaited short story collection, with 2 reviews in The New York Times (2!); there’s the MacArthur Genius Grant with its stash of cash.  And now, an NBA finalist.  Mr. Diaz has got some serious magic fairy dust floating about.

Am I going to read this?  Are you?

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Yesterday I started reading this memoir, and about every other page I think, * sigh* I want to write a book like this.  I was going to pick up a paperback, but it turns out that Mr. Carter had already rounded up a first edition and sealed it up in sun-proof plastic.

I’m hardheaded, so I’m reading this prized copy anyway, but I swear I’m doing my very best not to smudge it with chocolate finger prints or break the spine (notorious spine-breaker that I am).  I’ll be really careful.  I won’t even read it in the bathtub anymore or leave it on the couch where the puppy tried to eat it.

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I’ve been waiting for this short story collection to show up in my mailbox, and it’s finally arrived.  I met Charles McLeod at San Jose State back when he was a Steinbeck Fellow.  He’s brilliant and talented and hard-working, that Charles, and he writes about modern America like nobody else.  Check out this opening line from “Eden’s”:  Crumpler had a tire iron and wasn’t calming down.  The two of us were in the worst part of Fort Worth, searching for a rib place that sold Oxycontin out of its kitchen.

Who could stop reading with an opening like that?

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