Wednesday, October 15, 2008

In which I demonstrate my ridiculousness in two ways, conveniently photographed (as is so much of my ridiculousness), by rocketlass.

Books do furnish a bag

That is a photo of the contents of my shoulder bag as they looked on my trip to work the first two days of this week. The sane will note that the mini-library pictured is a bit more comprehensive than round-trip commute of two hours would warrant. To which charge my only defense is that each morning as I packed the books I was telling myself that--all appearances to the contrary--I was merely dipping into, rather than actually re-reading, A Dance to the Music of Time, and thus needed to have a lot of other options to hand.

The reality, harder to escape with each turned page, was that of course I was re-reading Dance; fortunately, so far as self-deception goes, the consequences of this feeble pretense were relatively mild, felt only in my aching shoulders.

Flags do furnish a book

For this battered, beflagged galley copy of Roberto Bolano's 2666 I can offer no defense beyond a legitimate, somewhat fuddled effort to grapple with Bolano's talent. So much to note, so much that I might want to cite in my eventual review of the novel, such a mess my good intentions have made.

Which all leads me to this line from The Journal of Jules Renard, which is also somewhere in the shoulder bag:
Every time I want to settle down to work, literature gets between.
Ain't that the truth.


  1. I'm hanging out to read that Jules Renard--it sounds fantastic. I've a copy in the post somewhere.

  2. Thanks for the biblomania related laugh!

    I've sworn off using flags in any books save my law textbooks, as I'm afraid I similarly want to mention most of the book.

    And I agree the journal quotes make me want to read Renard.

  3. Renard seems to be making a return, lately. I think, yes... I'm going to go with the 3-volume Bolano when it comes out next month.

  4. The Renard is quite a wonderful volume; I'm enjoying it thoroughly, while looking forward to giving some of his novels a try, too.

    And ctorre, I haven't yet decided which Bolano edition I'll plump for. I mean, I've got the galley, so in theory I needn't get either, but there's no comparison between even a well-produced galley and a real book. Especially a real book that's produced as as three-volume slipcased paperback just for fun.