Because I am in library school, I am forced to read a number of really, really, really dreadful books. Unfortunately, the past two weeks were the kind of weeks where I have to read an ungodly multitude of them all at once. Things like: the truly uninteresting Digital Copyright (Jessica Litman), Code Version 2.0 & Free Culture (both Lawrence Lessig) and The Anarchist in the Library (Siva Vaidhyanathan). And, okay, I’m going to admit it. I liked Vaidhyanathan. I liked his book. I EVEN ENJOYED IT. I even couldn’t put it down. So shoot me.
In the midst of wonderful library theory, I also had the pleasure to read Jessica Abel’s La Perdida (which made me incredibly dubious about Latin American travel, which is sort of bad, because Latin American travel is my biggest dream ever), Abel’s Soundtrack: Short Stories, JM Coetzee’s Elizabeth Costello and (regrettably) the RLG Preservation Microfilming Handbook. Regrettable only because it’s long, and fairly outdated. I would not go so far as to recommend this book to anyone other than, well, me–for what it’s worth.
Regarding Coetzee: goddamn. That’s all.
Today at the Carnegie, I picked up Alice Munro’s Dance of the Happy Shades, which I am sure I will have nothing but glowing reviews of, and Jonathan Lethem’s You Don’t Love Me Yet, about which I am not so confident. I can go either way on Lethem. I adored Motherless Brooklyn, like, swore I would marry him in a heartbeat after finishing it, and then was mired in disappointment for WEEKS after I read Fortress of Solitude. What’s a girl to do?