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In which a novelist in training tells the story of her first book about a sister, a brother, Joe Strummer, and North Dakota. READ: a love letter and a warning to anyone who has ever been a fan
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Introducing the Book-Pass-Along; All Pulp Sickos Welcome
At my advanced age, I have become incredibly selective about which books I read (not to mention sleep with). I approach them the same way I approach people, taking a bit of time to gauge their style, tone, and sensitivity. Are they just here to sit limply on a coffee table with a tight spine? […]
Sleeping with Books No. 7: Skippy Dies (And So Do I!)
December 25, 2010
Throughout best books 2010 deliberations at my job, two words haunted me: SKIPPY DIES. While I dove headfirst into Franzen, Skloot, and the other short-list heavyweights, librarians on Twitter were word-of-mouthing the shit out of Paul Murray’s second novel about life at a private Catholic boys’ school in Dublin, Ireland. Having read and liked Murray’s […]
Sleeping with Books No. 6: KEEF!
December 15, 2010
I’d never been much of a Stones girl, really. The Hot Rocks compilation everyone had in college always satisfied my occasional urges for Sixties fuzz guitar and machoism. There was something special about Keith Richards’s playing and Mick Jagger’s lyrics, but at the same time, they chilled me in a way. Their obsession with American […]
February 13, 2011
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