Sometimes when I go a long time without posting it’s because I’ve been very temperamental about what I’m ready, finicky, moody, tossing things aside. Here’s a glimpse at my recent trash heap of unfinished reads. I don’t always catalog what I couldn’t read, but I feel like it’s become a long list, so adding some of them here. Maybe I’ll make this a monthly purge.
- Rusty Brown by Chris Ware. This is a great graphic novel, I’m sure. I just couldn’t handle the massive, dense, slow moving story. Bailing out now.
- 7 miles a second, a comic about David Wojnarowicz with art by James Romberger and color by Marguerite Van Cook. Flipped through quickly, appalled by the unreadable walls of text. Loved the coloring by Van Cook, though.
- Tramping on life, an autobiographical narrative by Harry Kemp. Billed as one of the first “On the Road” books, it’s dullsville and unreadable.
- Salt, sugar, fat: how the food giants hooked us. Best part was this excerpt about the day they took the cheese out of Cheez-Whiz which is why I picked the book up in the first place.
- Jeff Tweedy’s memoir. Sorry, but if you say that your favorite band you’ve been a part of is the one you’re in with your kids, I’m out. Children are not inherently interesting.
- John Hodgeman’s latest, Medallion Status. He’s a funny guy and I think I prefer to listen to him, not read him.
- The Tao of Ordinariness was more of a patchwork quilt of other writers’ quotes. Each chapter overloaded with epigraphs, then quotes layered into the paragraphs themselves. And worst of all, misspelling Anne Lamott’s name as he’s quoting her, as Anne LaMotte? Unforgivable.