From the "Who asked You?" Department, it's
Larry's Top 10 Fave Reads for 1997
- First Hubby. Roy Blount, Jr.
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I'm still not exactly sure what this book was. Maybe it was
political satire. Maybe it was a romantic comedy. Maybe it
was stirring family drama. I'm sure it made me laugh my ass
off.
- The Fate of the Elephant. Douglas Chadwick.
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This book taught me a lot of things. I learned about some of the
disgusting things that can happen to your feet when you walk in the
African jungle. I found out that a male elephant's penis is close
in size and jointedness to my leg. I learned that those little Japanese
"hanko" signature stamps created a surge of demand for ivory.
This book gave me conversation
fuel for the next couple of weeks.
- Stuck Rubber Baby. Howard Cruse
- This is a comic book about a man mixed up in the civil rights
movement and discovering that he is gay. It's the most politically
correct thing I read all year. Mighty good, though. Then again,
I'm a sucker for cartoons with lots of stipple or hatching for
their textures.
- Whip It! ... the Trek to Houston. Godfrey Daniels.
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Godfrey Daniels is a funny, creative person. He's not the first
person to make an art car. He's not the first person to drive an
art car through some interesting places. But he does manage to do
some interesting things along the way. And his web pages are pleasantly
suffused with pictures of a bust of Wagner.
- Bird by Bird. Anne Lamott.
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This book is about writing; as such, it is largely about persistence.
I read this book while looking for a good, affordable apartment in
San Francisco. I needed to read about persistence and buckling down
and doing what needs to be done. In my head, I just replaced all that
stuff about creativity with instructions for checking the want ads.
If Anne Lamott weren't such a great writer, her work wouldn't be so
adaptable.
- Coming into the Country. John McPhee.
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John McPhee went to Alaska. He convinced me that I'm glad that
I didn't go to Alaska. He convinced me that I'm glad that
he went to Alaska and let me read about it. I think
we're all better off as a result. Don't you go off into the
hinterlands of Alaska unless you're willing to do a lot of
preparation first; just read this book instead.
- Up in the Old Hotel. Joseph Mitchell.
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This is a book of old articles, articles that talk about times
that were old when they were written. It talks about some
Bowery characters, back when the Bowery was an interesting place.
It talks about the Fulton Fish Market and the New York commercial
fishing scene. In spite of all this, it was a lot of fun.
- Three Plays. J.P. Sartre.
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I read a few Sartre plays this year. They were full of gut-wrenching
suspense and gut-busting laughs. Consult your physician before reading
these things. I forget exactly which of his plays were in the
collection called Three Plays. I remember liking one called
"The Victors" a lot. It's about this cell of resistance fighters
who have been captured and wacky hijinx ensue.
- Eminent Victorians. Lytton Strachey.
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On long car rides and waits in line, sometimes I'll play a game
with friends, a game called Botticelli. The rules are kind of
complicated, but it's a game where it's useful to know a capsule
biography of a semi-famous person. This book managed to give me
lots of Botticelli fuel, containing four biographical sketches of,
you guessed it, eminent Victorians. The author's amused
contempt for his subjects keeps things interesting.
- To the Lighthouse. Virginia Woolf.
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This book was written by someone who thinks the way that I think.
This book left me a twitching, nervous wreck. Months later, when
my high school chums were having a tough time organizing a bike ride
to a local lighthouse, I got twitchy all over again. This is a sad
book. Read it at your own risk.
Honorable Mentions:
- ...And the Ladies of the Club. Helen Hoven-Santmeyer
This sweeping multi-generational drama of a women's literary club in Ohio
was over a thousand pages long. It kept me reading over the course of a
month's worth of commuting. At no point did it ever become wildly
interesting, but I do have to give it credit for keeping me entertained for
a few weeks.
- Being and Nothingness, The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying
The authors of these books worked very hard on them, and the fact that
their results were pretty unconvincing shouldn't be held against them.
Did you know that Sartre, in Being and Nothingness concludes
by saying that he's going to start exploring existential
psychology? Oh, man. Like, he was going to counsel
people by saying that their problems were all due to a consciousness'
desire to negate things. Whatever.
- The Case of the Not-so-nice Nurse. Mabel Maney
Nancy Drew as lesbian fiction. Hey, don't knock it until you try it.
I might never have tried it if this book hadn't been mis-shelved next
to David Mamet's translation of "Uncle Vanya". This book was a lot
better than "Uncle Vanya".
- The Snow Leopard, Peter Matthiesen
My friend
Arlene went to Nepal recently,
and made a cool travelog with lots of photos.
She recommended that I read Snow Leopard. It turned
out to be a really good book, but didn't have any photos.
After seeing Arlene's travelog, I decided
that any Nepal travelog that didn't include photos was sorely
lacking.
- The Happy Isles of Oceania. Paul Theroux.
Whenever I write up a travelog, I worry that people are going to
think that I'm grumpy. In most of the travel stuff I read, you'd
never think that the author was getting grumpy. This guy gets
grumpy. He gets snooty. And natives threaten him with spears.
What more could you ask?
- A Method for Analyzing and Establishing for Design Criteria for the Approaches to Cities at Night. Ralph John Alexander
This thesis has a great title, a title of poetic rhythm.
Its author has three first names, like Philip Michael Thomas.
It contained pretty pictures, maps representing what a driver saw when
approaching various cities by night by various roads.
You'll never find a copy of this, so I don't know why I even mention it.
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