What are you reading?


Currently reading Oathbringer:Stormlight Archive Book Three by Brandon Sanderson. Very long and so far very good.


This finally arrived.


There is real symmetry in the way you both hold your hands.


Has anybody read any of Nick’s books? Was thinking I might try and pick up this new one and work my way backwards…


I’m reading the last Alice Hoffman book in her Practical Magic series, but it’s not great. She didn’t review her first novel well enough before bringing back the characters, and also doesn’t understand how tattoos work. Feels like pandering, and… feels bad, man.


This was fucking fantastic. I had absolutely no expectation that he was somehow going to explain every single thing from the first two books, it was all too wild, like another dimension wild, but he not only delivered that, he also ended the novel with an insane fuck the police moment.

(What a great run-on sentence I crafted there. I’m leaving it.)



what is this?



Only halfway through it, and the Stooges have just broken up. I’m amazed Iggy is still alive, both at this point in the book, and also now in the present day.


It’s about Warhol’s cross country road trip in 1963. Still only up to chapter 3 but I’m really enjoying it so far.

From Amazon:
From the author of Strapless and Guest of Honor, a “jaunty romp through American pop-art history” (The Washington Post) about a little-known road trip Andy Warhol took in 1963, and how that journey profoundly influenced his life and art.

In 1963, up-and-coming artist Andy Warhol, along with a colorful group of friends, drove across America. What began as a madcap, drug-fueled romp became a journey that took Warhol on a kaleidoscopic adventure from New York City, across the vast American heartland, all the way to Hollywood, and back.

With locations ranging from a Texas panhandle truck stop to a Beverly Hills mansion, from the beaches of Santa Monica to a photo booth in Albuquerque, The Trip captures how Warhol intersected with Dennis Hopper, Peter Fonda, Marcel Duchamp, Elizabeth Taylor, Elvis Presley, Frank Sinatra, and other bold-faced names of the time. Along the way, Warhol also met rednecks, beach bums, underground filmmakers, artists, poets, socialites, and newly minted hippies—all of them leaving an indelible mark on his psyche.

In The Trip, Andy Warhol’s speeding Ford Falcon is our time machine, transporting us from the last vestiges of the sleepy Eisenhower epoch to the true beginning of the explosive, exciting sixties. Through in-depth, original research, Deborah Davis sheds new light on one of the most enduring figures in the art world and captures a fascinating moment in 1960s America—with Warhol at its center.


Rereading Sense and Sensibility.


You like to reread a lot.


I would say that I probably reread five books for every new one I read. Hands down I would rather read something over again. However, I have had it happen twice in my life where I am reading something for the first time and it has catapulted itself into my top three favorite books of all time. That’s a really neat feeling.


i like to reread too. especially at different stages and maturity levels in your life. i’ve read catcher in the rye 5 times now

i’ve read a river runs through it 3 times

i’ve read The Brothers K twice and plan to read it a third time (it’s 670 pages)

manchild in the promised land twice
siddhartha twice
tuck everlasting twice
civil disobedience three times

and more!


Recently picked up that book, so it’s on my short list now.


Shadows of Self - Brandon Sanderson


Patricia Lockwood’s review of John Updike is pure genius.

In a 1997 review for the New York Observer, the recently kinged David Foster Wallace diagnosed how far Updike had fallen in the esteem of a younger generation. ‘Penis with a thesaurus’ is the phrase that lives on, though it is not the levelling blow it first appears; one feels oddly proud, after all, of a penis that has learned to read. Today, he has fallen even further, still in the pantheon but marked by an embarrassed asterisk: died of pussy-hounding. No one can seem to agree on his surviving merits. He wrote like an angel, the consensus goes, except when he was writing like a malfunctioning sex robot attempting to administer cunnilingus to his typewriter.



Five Tuesdays in Winter. Lily King.
Getting ready to start In Paradise and also The Rebellion of Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton.


Got the latest tpb of Marvel’s reissues of Dark Horse’s Conan Chrinicles in the mail. Crom was benevolent today. (Just finished Tom King’s excellent Rorschach mini-series yesterday.)


I’m reading an old-timey biography on Marie Antoinette. It’s by a guy called Hilaire Belloc. He’s pretty unsympathetic. I think it would be more accurate to call it “the times of Marie Antoinette,” because maybe 30% of it is about her, the rest is on foreign policy while she was alive.

It’s funny how the mode has changed in these biographies, he’s stating as fact a lot of things that are controversial, vs. the modern approach which is to make an argument for what the writer believes to be the most likely version of events and at least laying out the alternatives…

What I’m trying to say here is that we have no idea if Louis actually had an operation on his dick.