Housesitting at Anne’s and rummaging through her and Davide’s bookshelves. Delightful browsings and heavy readings.
Short stories by Paolo Bacigalupi: Calorie Man and Yellow Card Man. Interesting science fiction.
The Rest is Noise by Alex Ross: wonderfully written and fascinating history of classical music. I’m browsing it now. I’ve already listened to it on CD.
Teaching Genius, about Dorothy DeLay, a brilliant violin teacher at Jiuliard and Aspen and etc. Fascinating description of her teaching style and the whole world of music students.
The Indian Clerk by David Leavitt. Just started this. So far, I’m entranced. It’s about the world of math at Cambridge when Ramanujan was discovered by GH Hardy.
I go to sleep each night with a lovely dose of The Thames and Hudson Manual of Typography. Beauty, precision, words… What better way to drift off into dreamland.
I’ve got a few books I brought from home, but am distracted by what’s here.So, Maureen Corrigan’s excellent “Leave me Alone, I’m Reading,” Tove Jansson’s dark & intriguing “The True Deceived,” and Karen Tei Yamashita’s “I Hotel” are languishing beside my bed. Alas…
I love that feeling when my brain bumps out of itself with new ideas and recombinations of old ones. Extreme pleasure!
