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Friday, July 15, 2005

It's 9:30pm. I'm working on a draft of my article. Why am I doing this? I must be seriously insane. I am looking forward to only leaving the house once between now and Monday morning (I have to go and pick up our vegetables tomorrow). I need to finish all my notes for the macro section of the prelim this weekend, and then it is on to 2 weeks of making outlines, notecards, and memorizing like a crazy woman. All of a sudden I am struck with an intense urge to read fiction. I mean, to get lost in a really wonderful novel. It has been at least 4 years since I last read fiction. It has been longer than that since I read fiction regularly. I want to re-read To the Lighthouse and My Antonia. I want to read War of the Worlds and Gertrude Stein's Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas. I even want to read The Beekeepers Apprentice that at least 10 people have told me is wonderful. (But, I am so very cautious with any "new-ish" fiction.) I want to read really good fiction, damn it. Any recommendations? Speaking of fiction. I worked at an indie bookstore in NY where we used to get a kick out of customers who came in looking for the "non-fiction" section. We used to say something snotty like "non-fiction is everywhere but over there" (over there meaning the fiction wall along the side of the store). Then we would wait for the confused and/or irritated customer to sort the distinction out in their head before finally asking "what kind of non-fiction were you looking for" with a smile. Jeez, that bookstore took itself far too seriously!

posted by knit wit | 7/15/2005 09:32:00 PM

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