Friday, July 30, 2010


So. It's hot. All across the country, temperatures are at ridiculous levels. Things unheard of- 117 in Connecticut? WTF??? It defies living memory. I live in the deep South, a place that only got air conditioning within the last fifty years or so, and none of the oldtimers remember anything like it. Yes, there are oldtimers here. They like to talk to me in the check out line at WalMart. Even though I prefer to shop at WalMart at 2 a.m. they still find me and pontificate.

My favorite line about Southern summers, courtesy of Harper "Miss Nell" Lee:
"Ladies bathed at noon and again after their afternoon naps, and by nightfall were like teacakes frosted with sweat and sweet talcum."

Lovely, just lovely, Miss Lee. I do not cite the book title because if you don't know the one and only novel she wrote, then go find out. Do not come back until you have a. read it or at least b. know what it is. There.

But the beneath its lyric language and evocations of a mythic bygone era, her imagery is really kinda gross. "Sweat and sweet talcum?" So. No deoderant back then. How can you be a lady in 100+ temps without deoderant? I know I would not qualify. Nor do I find the juxtaposition of sweaty women and food appealing.


So here it is, Blog #1. I'm confronted with the sticky irony of the whole endeavor. I started this thing to confront, storm, destroy, besiege the blank page, and yet here it is, mocking in its endless frozen tundra of white blankness. And don't forget its evil sidekick, the cursor. Doesn't that just sound like a villian? The Cursor. Perhaps more evil than the blankness from whence it came.

Favorite line about blogs, courtesy of Lev Grossman's fine novel "The Magicians":
"That guy has serious anger issues. I knew it was only a matter of time before he either punched somebody, or started a blog."

So. This is primarily a blog about books, writing, reading, digital platforms, and my torrid love affair with my Kindle. Among other things. Book reviews, because I read about as much as I breathe. Not kidding here. Graduate school gave me super reading powers. I inhale books. Perhaps that is my superpower: the book inhaler. Perhaps I should rename my blog.

But not today. I've done it. I've started this, and now the evil little cursor performs its final function: trying to bully me into not writing

The End.