Wednesday Buyer's Lack of Remorse
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evelyn_bIt's been a ridiculous week and a half for books. I was out of town visiting family for a little while, which also meant visiting local bookstores, which means I came home with a lot more books than I brought with me. It was less worse than it could have been because we didn't have time to visit John K. King (the Trantor of used bookstores) but the Library Bookstore in Ferndale did more than enough damage with its frankly beautiful selection and elegant pricing (used book pricing is an art, like everything else; not all stores do it exceptionally well). I'm allowing myself to pat myself on the back, in hopes that encouragement will lead to further strengthening of restraint, for only buying two issues of The New Yorker circa 1953 when I could easily have gotten ten. Then we came home just in time for a book sale at one of the local bookstores, at which I was able to limit myself to three only because the selection wasn't that great.
Anyway, the "get rid of books" project is suffering a small setback, but it's nothing to worry about yet! In the meantime, there are some new books on the TBR conveyor belt.
What I've Finished Reading
I've been swimming in periodicals lately, which is part of my plan (to shift the backreading-contemporaneous ratio a little further toward the present for a while) but also part of the problem getting-rid-of-bookswise. Ashley M. Jones' stint as editor of Poetry has been good. There was an article in last week's Sunday Times about a subscription box for parents who want to teach their children the importance of volunteering but can't be bothered to spend twenty minutes finding and contacting the nearest food bank. I thought it was mildly funny in a "let's enjoy feeling superior to professional writers" way, so I shared it with my brother, who got unexpectedly furious about this apparently harmless puff-piecer representing the end of civilization. If you would like to decide for yourself which one it is, it's here.
What I'm Reading Now
The Madwoman of Serrano is a pleasantly odd sort-of fableish novel about a village that keeps to its old ways (or tries to) and some of the people it damages, by Dina Salústio. I'm not sure what I think of it so far, but I'm still reading. A larger and slightly glossier bolus of oddness is Haruki Murakami's The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, which is the book one of the founders of the sci-fi book club has been trying to get us all to read for years. It's not very sci-fi yet, but I do like the closed-in alley where the narrator goes to look for his cat, and the narrator's total lack of ambition and penchant for describing whatever sandwich he's making for himself when the assorted mysteries disrupt his non-schedule. Chances seem pretty good that this will be the first Murakami I don't forget shortly after reading, but we'll see what happens.
What I Plan to Read Next
Some of the books acquired in the Great Not Buying More Books Massacre of 2021: The Confessions of Nat Turner by William Styron, The Twenty-Seventh City by Jonathan Franzen, Selected Poems of Mervyn Peake, With Teeth by Kristen Arnett, The Windfall by Diksha Basu, The Long Way to an Angry Planet by Becky Chambers, A Burning by Megha Majumdar, Collected Stories of Isaac Babel, and Knowing Woman: A Feminine Psychology by Irene Claremont de Castillejo. The latter is copyright 1973 by the C. G. Jung foundation and was brought over by one of my aunts because she knows I like books.
What's actually next on the conveyor belt: The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson.
Anyway, the "get rid of books" project is suffering a small setback, but it's nothing to worry about yet! In the meantime, there are some new books on the TBR conveyor belt.
What I've Finished Reading
I've been swimming in periodicals lately, which is part of my plan (to shift the backreading-contemporaneous ratio a little further toward the present for a while) but also part of the problem getting-rid-of-bookswise. Ashley M. Jones' stint as editor of Poetry has been good. There was an article in last week's Sunday Times about a subscription box for parents who want to teach their children the importance of volunteering but can't be bothered to spend twenty minutes finding and contacting the nearest food bank. I thought it was mildly funny in a "let's enjoy feeling superior to professional writers" way, so I shared it with my brother, who got unexpectedly furious about this apparently harmless puff-piecer representing the end of civilization. If you would like to decide for yourself which one it is, it's here.
What I'm Reading Now
The Madwoman of Serrano is a pleasantly odd sort-of fableish novel about a village that keeps to its old ways (or tries to) and some of the people it damages, by Dina Salústio. I'm not sure what I think of it so far, but I'm still reading. A larger and slightly glossier bolus of oddness is Haruki Murakami's The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, which is the book one of the founders of the sci-fi book club has been trying to get us all to read for years. It's not very sci-fi yet, but I do like the closed-in alley where the narrator goes to look for his cat, and the narrator's total lack of ambition and penchant for describing whatever sandwich he's making for himself when the assorted mysteries disrupt his non-schedule. Chances seem pretty good that this will be the first Murakami I don't forget shortly after reading, but we'll see what happens.
What I Plan to Read Next
Some of the books acquired in the Great Not Buying More Books Massacre of 2021: The Confessions of Nat Turner by William Styron, The Twenty-Seventh City by Jonathan Franzen, Selected Poems of Mervyn Peake, With Teeth by Kristen Arnett, The Windfall by Diksha Basu, The Long Way to an Angry Planet by Becky Chambers, A Burning by Megha Majumdar, Collected Stories of Isaac Babel, and Knowing Woman: A Feminine Psychology by Irene Claremont de Castillejo. The latter is copyright 1973 by the C. G. Jung foundation and was brought over by one of my aunts because she knows I like books.
What's actually next on the conveyor belt: The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson.
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Date: 2021-06-30 06:02 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2021-06-30 06:31 pm (UTC)The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle has been in my TBR for a long while, as I overdosed a bit on Murakami before I got to it. As above.
I have my dad's elderly paperback of The Confessions of Nat Turner sitting in my room at mom's house, waiting for me to decide if it's going to come home with me at some point or not. Honestly, the saddest thing is trying to dispose of my late father's library. We've given bags and bags to the used bookstore in their town ("please, just take them if you think you can sell them, we don't want anything for them") and we've homed art books and children's books with appropriate folks, but there are plenty of books that are either in bad condition or (mostly) just of no interest to anyone anymore. Alas, many of the paperbacks are gradually getting recycled. And then we'll get to the massively outdated hardcover how-tos and theology books from the 50s through the 90s that no one wants. Mom's had some of Dad's pastor friends and others who might be interested come and look, and everyone takes two or three things, which is not enough things.
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Date: 2021-06-30 06:55 pm (UTC)I'm sorry you're dealing with disposal of your dad's library. That's something I worry about with my own parents and especially my in-laws, who have (and are uninterested in getting rid of) a lot of very specific technical books and medical textbooks from the 1960s.
Have you tried asking Zubal Books about any of the theology books? I haven't tried to sell anything to them yet, but based on this page they're in my back pocket for future reference.
https://www.zubalbooks.com/sell.jsp
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Date: 2021-06-30 07:21 pm (UTC)I've got the Becky Chambers book on my reading list, too. Currently the long list, though; it might get bumped up if you really like it.