Look at me, it’s a Saturday and I’ve been up since 6:30 a.m. For no good reason, really. When I got home last night around 8, I was so tired that I decided to take a nap, which I knew deep down was going to turn into full-fledged sleep.
But to rewind a bit, after work yesterday I stopped at the Olsson’s at Dupont Circle. I picked up Sherman Alexie’s new short-story collection, Ten Little Indians, and bought tickets to his book discussion/signing event, which takes place Tuesday, June 17 at the National Press Club. If I were to make a Rebel Prince required reading list–not a bad idea, the more I think about it–he’d definitely be on it.
While at Olsson’s I also bought the following (I’m such a sucker for good, bargain books):
- How To Read and Why, Harold Bloom
- Flaubert-Sand: The Correspondence of Gustave Flaubert and George Sand, ed. Alphonse Jacobs, trans. Francis Steegmuller and Barbara Bray
- The Queen’s Throat: Opera, Homosexuality, and the Mystery of Desire, Wayne Kostenbaum
- Martin Bauman; or, A Sure Thing, David Leavitt
Ugh. It’s raining like mad outside. Hm, what to do. Read, I guess. Which reminds me of a news item that Rajani forwarded to me recently: might Reading Rainbow finally fade? Say it ain’t so.
Finally, this weekend This American Life airs excerpts from its recent five-city tour, which I caught here in D.C. last month. Tune in on your local public radio station (for you locals, today at 3 p.m. on WAMU 88.5 FM). Good stuff.