The Stranger’s Child


Alan Hollinghurst’s “The Stranger’s Child” Review : The New Yorker.

That which I am reading now. Yes, I have a definite Booker bent to my reading tastes. No, this book didn’t win the Booker, but another of the author’s books did — The Line of Beauty. And I wouldn’t have found this here book — The Stranger’s Child — without having been curious about its author’s other books, on account of the prize win.

Music. Again, and ever more again.


Of course, listening to the music in the previous post has started me going through an orgy of music listening, currently switching through various songs on Tommy.

I sit here with eyes half glazed over with one wish moving through my mind: I wish I was a DJ. Then and only then do I remember: I was.

In college, my extracurricular activity — other than Buck — was my job as a DJ at the college radio station, WRVU Nashville. Yes, it was the mid-seventies and female DJ’s were not really welcomed with open arms by the industry, but this was a college station down on the nether end of the dial, and besides, giving me my time slots for the year was the only time that the program director got to talk to a girl.

If you were to hear my voice, you would know right off that no, this is not a DJ’s voice. But, you work with what you are given. Thinking of putting up a channel on Spotify.

Sigur Rós: Ekki múkk (moving art)


Sigur Rós: Ekki múkk (moving art)

Current favorite band, Sigur Rós. Album Valtari being released in a few days.

By the way, don’t worry if you don’t understand the lyrics. They’re in Icelandic.

Monday morning


It’s a sunny morning that is cool enough to still feel early. The street vendors on the Pearl Street Mall are relaxing in their chairs until it is time to unlock the padlocks and start their official day up. The street musicians, the ones who are not too hung over, have staked out their preferred corners next to their preferred flower beds. The instrument cases are still closed. The musicians check their blackberries before unbuckling the locks. The Balloon Man and the didgeridoo players are gone until next weekend. Today, it is Monday. A flute starts up behind me.

Peter goes to Sundance


This past winter, Peter got to fulfill his movie-lover’s dream of going to the Sundance Film Festival. Of course, picture opportunities abounded for any young man with an iPhone. However, this is the only one I got sent.

(On left, Peter’s soon-to-be brother-in-law Dan, on the right is Peter. In between is Tobey Maguire.)

(Spiderman! Hah!)

RIP: Diana Wynne Jones – The Daily What


Image by C. McKane via Flickr

RIP: Diana Wynne Jones, author of several successful young-adult fantasy novels including Dark Lord of Derkholm and Howl’s Moving Castle, passed away today following a hard-fought battle with cancer. She was 76.

Her final novel, Earwig and the Witch, will be published this summer through HarperCollins in the UK and Greenwillow in the US.

via RIP: Diana Wynne Jones – The Daily What.

Reading now… possibilities

What I read on vacation

Image by Rockies via Flickr

I dragged up my copy of Infinite Jest last night before going to bed. I suppose that I thought I would make some kind of headway into it at last, after more than a year of ignoring the poor thing. Now it sits on the radiator, staring at me. I left off reading the book last year after it was far more effective at making me feel the cultural emptiness that inhabits and surrounds all of the characters. I needed a time out.

I suppose that a year is enough of a time out. I have also skimmed the end of The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet and am looking for my next book. Thus, the reasoning behind dragging Infinite Jest upstairs. Anthony Powell‘s books — A Dance to the Music of Time — are in the running as serious candidates. Not sure about Don DeLilloWhite Noise is on my Kindle. I rather think that now I’ll go with Salman Rushdie‘s Midnight’s Children.