I have fallen behind in my reading, which happens from time to time. My band had a gig opening for surf-punks Daikaiju, which I enjoyed a great deal. The book I am reading “the most”, “Bubblegum” is kind of a weird slog– I’m enjoying it, and the story, but it seems overlong. I like long books, and always have, but you have to earn that length, and I am thus far not convinced– however, the story is told out of chronological order, and it answers questions it raises, so I’m happy reading that stuff as I go through, and it has a steady hand. I’m a little over halfway through, at this point.
I have more thoughts, which I’ll gather for the entry this week.
Someone asked me to read a couple of their short stories, and one of them reminded me a bit of Donald Barthelme, so I got a book of his stories to crack when I need a break from Bubblegum and Moby Dick.
Yes, Moby Dick. It too has suffered from my lack of book picking up ness these past weeks; I have read a couple of chapters, but not really collected things together. Stubb has killed a whale; there’s been a squid, and we’ve learned about ropes.
I also subscribed to a magazine (relax, it’s still on kindle) that has short horror stories on it, and it might be fun to look at one of those in depth. Back on the horse.
The Lithole 