I’m just home from a weekend away, three days in literary nirvana that included hours wandering around Powell’s City of Books. It’s easy to get lost, that’s how big the city. And the crowds of people. Crowds in a bookstore. Imagine.
Before I settle in for a much-needed nap, I have to share the titles that screamed, “Pick me! Buy me! Take me home!” This morning, my suitcase felt satisfyingly heavy.
SMALL WONDER — Barbara Kingsolver
SHAKESPEARE WROTE FOR MONEY — Nick Hornby
WHAT I LOVED — Siri Hustvedt
CATHERINE THE GREAT — Robert K. Massie
THE SUMMER BEFORE THE DARK — Doris Lessing
THE MIDDLESTEINS — Jami Attenberg
SEDUCING THE DEMON — Erica Jong
Also, I’ll be taking a blog break. I swear. I mean it this time. If you see me here, avert your eyes. Turn off my internet access. Save me from myself. I beg of you.
I intend to spend these next weeks focused on my manuscript, loving the holidays, and (obviously) digging into this new pile of books. That said, I leave you with a few quotes that spoke to me this morning from the Erica Jong book:
The key is probably moderation, but I have never been good at moderation.
Neither of my sisters has ever forgiven me for being a writer. Any writer has to be tough enough to take the condemnation of family.
There is in writing — or any creative work — a kind of fuck-you impulse. If you want to be a nice person, don’t write.