Posts Tagged: books

A Woman On The Margins

Much of both The Odd Woman and the City and Fierce Attachments take place on your long walks throughout New York City. Can you describe your walking style? For many years I did a twenty-minute mile.

Do you put on sneakers? Yeah, yeah. I’ve never strolled. I never set out to encounter, I set out to walk. I set out to dispel daily depression. Every afternoon I get low-spirited, and one day I discovered the walk. I had some place to go on the Upper East Side, and I lived downtown on 12th Street. I decided to walk on impulse and it was three miles and it took an [...]


New Lovers

A few weekends ago I decided to buy a bunch of books I had seen on Instagram because that is who I am as a person. The books were the New Lovers Trilogy by Badlands Unlimited and all three are excellent. I read them in a single afternoon and keep texting my favorite passages to friends and fellow notable perverts.

One of the authors, Lilith Wes, recently spoke about the importance of sexual fantasy as a creative outlet, and I really liked this part:


A Recent Visit To A Local Bookstore

On Saturday the weather was grey and foggy and damp and even though my head hurt (I always get headaches in rainy weather) and my hair was frizzy (same) after I met my sister for lunch I didn't want to go home just yet. I convinced her to come with me to my favorite bookstore in my neighborhood "just for one quick second" which, as we've already established, is a sign I'm about to spend way too much money in a very short amount of time.

I bought these books:


Books You Might Like Because Some People on Twitter Thought I'd Like Them

Yesterday, Haley had sent me to the library since I've never read any Zadie Smith (I know!! I know!!!!!!!!). I asked Twitter for some additional recommendations, and they gave me more stuff than I could read in a lifetime, so I wanted to share it with you: These Are the Books that My Twitter Followers Think You Should Read. You'll Never Guess What Comes Next. (Books.)

Consider it your holiday homework assignment (after The Pillow Book, obviously). I ended up checking out Changing My Mind, by Zadie Smith, Salvage the Bones, by Jesmyn Ward, and, of course, the crown jewel— Simon and Garfunkel: The Biography, by [...]


On Writing In Books

From H.J. Jackson's excellent Marginalia: Readers Writing in Books:

Pride of ownership, which leads readers initially to write their names in their books, carries through for some of them into marginalia, further acts of self-assertive appropriation. Others, however, admit only the ownership or presentation inscription and reject marginalia as desecration. They consider it their responsibility to keep the book intact and unaltered. For most of the twentieth century, these two groups—call them A for Annotator and B for Bibliophile—have existed in a state of mutual incomprehension. (A thinks that B might as well stand for Bore, and B that A is for Anarchist.) B as a [...]


Blood and Guts in Emails

A few weeks ago, Emma got in touch with me to say that she wanted to write about the new Semiotext(e) book I'm Very Into You but she wasn't entirely sure what she wanted to say. At the time, I had just finished reading the book for the second time and had four different Word documents open, each with their own failed attempt to write even just a small thing about I'm Very Into You, about the way Kathy Acker and McKenzie Wark had almost accidentally written the entire story of their relationship through email, saying almost nothing about what transpired between them but almost [...]


The Last Player in The Game Wins

So!! Once upon a time there was a very determined man and there were a lot of odds against him, but he just couldn't be held back by "The Man," and he pulled himself up by those bootstraps we're always hearing so much about, and he figured out a totally honest and admirable way to make himself rich and provide a service that people really, truly wanted, and everything was great and cool forever and ever. That is the story of a book I would never want to read. But, I mean, nobody really needs to write that kind of book anymore; we all know that story like the [...]


A Blue Rush: Discussing "Bluets"

In 2009, poet Maggie Nelson dropped Bluets, the print equivalent of a mixtape that combines memoir, poetry, art critique, and personal essay. Bluets as a whole is a lyrical meditation on love, grief, obsession, and color, but any given stanza of it—it’s organized into numbered paragraphs—might consist solely of a detail about a nomadic tribe, or a quote from Goethe. You can read a substantial excerpt of it here.

The book continues to exert and accumulate influence as readers discover, re-discover, share, and publicly mull over their impressions of this unique investigation into a steadfastly broken heart. The advent of Nelson’s more conventionally formatted memoir The Argonauts felt [...]


Totally Official, Very Earnest, Not-Joking Book Recommendations for the Next Hairpin Book Club


Communing With Carson

Carson McCullers found me during my loneliest year. An ingénue-writer, at twenty-three she blew New York away with The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, her story about a little Southern town, a girl named Mick, and a deaf man named John Singer. Literary fame followed, then divorce, illness, and early death. She had a series of strokes throughout her adult life that left her partially paralyzed; the last one led to her passing at age fifty. McCullers spent much of her adult life “in recovery” nursing a thermos of tea and sherry. It’s a story that indulges our favorite cliché about artists—that out of great pain comes great work.