Monday, February 07, 2005

I am so dumb, I am so dumb....

They just keep coming...the books I lent and never got back, the books I weeded. Heed my advice: Hoard your books! Don't let them out of your sight! They may never return.(This is where I'd like to make an incredibly tasteless "sort of like your children" joke...) But it's distressing that I read an article linked from bookslut about titles of books, and I used to own the book Adam Langer discusses, BUT I DON'T ANYMORE. Argh. Can you tell I am wildly fustrated? Perhaps I need therapy to get over this issue, but as I mentioned before, my book-buying funds are limited, and I hate being so dumb. And I wanted to look at that book now.

The hot book at the moment seems to be Random Family: Love, Drugs, Trouble, and Coming of Age in the Bronx. It shows up everywhere lately - in Mimi Smartypants, Sara Nelson's book, was it in Polysyllabic Spree or do I just think every book that crosses my radar anymore came from a Nick Hornby recc? And I think Gina read it. Gina? Was it good? Should I read it?

I have been delving into Ayelet Waldman's blog, Bad Mother, and I love her. If I didn't already, her latest post One of Us, One of Us would have clinched the deal. I don't understand why oddities of medicine fascinate me, or viruses or pathology or diseases. (When I was growing up, I *so* wanted to be Quincy. I would have made a great forensic pathologist, maybe not as cool as Jack Klugman, but close.) I read all sorts of odd books like Mary Roach's Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers (one of my missing books, sadly), and very likely distress my local librarian by requesting books like Scene of the Crime and As Nature Made Him. So I was delighted to find a cadre of weirdos just like me. I don't get off on it, I just find that sort of stuff intellectually interesting and in some cases, artistically interesting.

However, I am not completely without hope of redemption. was much too...prurient...for me. I could handle *looking* at the stuff, it wasn't that it was any grosser than anything else I've seen, but I just felt it was on display for the wrong reasons. (And likely without any sort of permission from subject and/or photographer?) Not that I am passing judgment, it just crossed my personal threshold of comfort. Anyhoo...I'm weird, and I know it. But having said all that, I spent an hour in Borders this evening looking at anatomy coloring books, and I really want one. They're so freaking gorgeous.

1 comment:

Gina said...

My mom had one of those anatomy coloring books when she was in nursing school, and I loved it. She had colored pencils to go with it, and the whole thing was just hours of fun. I've actually been thinking about getting one for Ted. You should get one.

I read about half of Random Family. I was really excited about it because David Sedaris recommended it when he was here in the spring. He said something to the effect of, "It's unbelievable what these people go through, and the entire time you're reading it, you're glad it's not you."

That's true. And LeBlanc did a wonderful job with the writing in that she was able to keep herself out of the story.

That said, though, this is one of those books I respect but don't really like. Do I have a slightly better sense of what it's like to be a poor urban Hispanic young woman? Yes, I think so. Am I glad I'm NOT a poor urban Hispanic young woman? Yes!

But that's about it. I mean, I'm an educated white liberal who often surprises herself with her socialist leanings. This is preaching to the choir, essentially, like Barbara Ehrenreich's Nickle and Dimed.

The book is long, and isn't likely to change your life. I'd read something else.