kelegraph asked: Where are you going on the train? Are you reading any good books on the way?
Not ignoring you! I went up to Lake Placid with some friends from college to hang out freshman style and am just now catching up with the internet. (What I missed: cats; Oscars. My mom has a cat named Oscar but as far as I can tell this is unrelated.) I’ve been on a cold streak with books lately but the two things I’ve read in recent memory that I liked are:
Last of the Live Nude Girls, which for a memoir about working in Times Square peep shows is neither sadder nor more sensationalistic than it needs to be. “Well-adjusted” might be a weird compliment for a book, but that’s what I kept thinking while I was reading it.
The Flame Alphabet, which I enjoyed but can’t make a blanket recommendation — it’s like Cronenberg in book format, so not for everyone. It involves religion and, like, metaphysical typography, and since I studied religion and regular typography in college I’m predisposed to enjoy it despite it being one of the weirder things I’ve read in a while. But it was also sad and I love anything that breaks my heart, unless it’s another person.
Any recs?
