It’s seven o’clock and my tutoring shift is winding down. My spouse has promised to pick me up at work and we’re going to try the new Chinese restaurant in town. His class schedule this semester has him waking up at 4:30 in order to beat the traffic, so by seven, he is falling asleep in his (delicious) plate of General Tso’s chicken.
I look at his thousand-yard stare as we wait for the bill. Last week he literally fell asleep at the table. I do the marital mathematics of balancing our wants and needs. He wants to go home and go to bed. I am not sure I have anything to read. Let me repeat that. In a house of ten-thousand books I have nothing to read next.
I could drive home by way of the library and leave him in the car while I go get some books. But I’d have to be quick and I don’t really know what I want to read next. I could take him home and then go back to the library. Nah, once I’m home I’m going to want to stay home. Then—thank god—I remember Maria Mutch’s Know the Night. I have something to read, and Spouse can go to sleep without interruption. Happiness all around.
Then this morning, someone posted a review of Olivia Laing’s new book The Lonely City: Adventures in the Art of Being Alone, and I know what I’m reading next.
What are you reading next?
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Remember…dear…we’ll…always…have…the summers. Poor me. Woe is me. #springbreak4evah #not reallythough #400pagesofstudentwriting
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I hate being between books just as I hate being between writing projects. The “blank page” while I’m looking for my next book to read is nearly as scary as the other blank page. I plan to read Caroline Leavitt’s Is This Tomorrow next. (Just read her two-story collection from Shebooks called The Wrong Sister and loved it).
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Yes, both are terrifying!
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This blog needs pictures.
Last night I went to a reading and bought two books. I’m recommending both unread: Our Endless Numbered Days by Claire Fuller and a poetry chapbook (check me) by Tania Hershman called Nothing Here is Wild, Everything is Open.
Am I right that chapbooks are called pamphlets on your side of the pond?
Perhaps? But they are also called chapbooks. That’s what Tania Hershman called hers.