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Lamenting another lost weekend

Actually, I didn’t really lose this weekend, as much as wasted a great deal of it. But that is what weekends are for. I wasted most of the day on Saturday, but not through my own doing (a story for another time). And spent a good portion of yesterday watching Clean Sweep on TLC. What an intriguing show, at least if you are a neat nut like I am. Its all about organizing! Whoo! I did make it downtown to shop for a pair of shoes. I am going to Las Vegas on Friday! Can’t wait. Need time away and I am hoping that this trip will help Aaron feel better. He’s been down lately and I want him to forget his troubles for a few days. I also read most of The Stone Diaries by Carol Shields even though I haven’t finished Botany of Desire. Sigh.

Damn crazy world

How can anyone deny these people’s happiness? They finally have taken the ‘adult’ step that everyone else in this country is allowed to make and gotten married. Other people have said it and I will say it again? How can some people claim that allowing gay people to marry will tarnish the image of marriage when you can go to Vegas, get married by an Elvis impersonator no less, and get it annulled the next day? How in the world is this fair? I just don’t get it. Be homophobic or whatever if you must, but keep your hypocrisy to yourself. Let everyone who wants get married and just make rude comments about them or something for fucks’ sake.

Friday Five

Decided to try this Friday Five thing. Seems like it could be some fun…

When was the last time you…?

1. …went to the doctor?
hm….good question. I think its been several months. But I have no fear of the medical community.

2. …went to the dentist?
That’s easy. In January I had something done to one of my teeth requiring them to drill but not deep enought to require novocaine. Still a very uncomfortable experience.

3. …filled your gas tank?
My car gets good mileage and I don’t drive everyday, so probably 3 weeks ago? I even try to get gas from ‘good’ companies, i.e. not Shell.

4. …got enough sleep?
Christ, don’t know. Well, since me and my boy got a new bed and an amazing new mattress, I have to say that every night seems like a good night’s sleep.

5. …backed up your computer?
Pshaw. Try never? I think my work computer gets backed up, but at home? I am a risky human. I like to live on the edge.

On another subject

If any of you readers have noticed, Bookdwarf is going through some growth spurts right now, as I try to figure out CSS and HTML. Its very annoying when I know the way I want it all to appear, but am unable to figure out how to do it. I have borrowed several books from work and have been using several tutorials online as well. Sigh. One day, it will look cool.

Very exciting

I got an email from my boss today saying that one of my favorite authors William Boyd had emailed her thanking us for the great sales on his new book Any Human Heart. She apparently replied and told him about the staff recommendation that I wrote for it when it came out in hardcover last year. How cool is that? Its nice to know that authors appreciate their readers. Everyone should check out his books though. I loved Any Human Heart, which is the ‘diary’ of Logan Mountstuart. We follow him from age 17 all the way to old age. Its fascinating as he goes through all the ups and downs that everyone experiences. I liked that there was no plot or even pinnacle in this book. Rather, it’s like a true autobiography, charting one’s course. Antother book of his to check out is An Ice Cream War. Also fabulous.

Teehee. Amazon’s bug reveals anonymous comments

I really have no problem with Amazon. I do work at an independent bookstore and our sales may have fallen since the advent of online shopping. But I used to live in an area with no bookstore. When I was in college in Saratoga Springs, NY, the only bookstore in town closed my freshman year. The Saratoga Mall had a Waldenbooks, but come on, they suck. We used to go down to Albany and visit the Borders on Wolf Road. That was our salvation. Anyway, once Amazon opened, I used to use them all the time. Plus their search engine is fabulous. So I was amused to read this article that both Cup of Chica and Bookslut mention detailing how a glitch allowed the anonymous reviewers at Amazon to be revealed. Apparently, some others gave themselves 5 star reviews, which is not surprising really. But what I do find funny is the amount of high school shenanigans that exist in the book world.

One well-known writer admitted privately — and gleefully — to anonymously criticizing a more prominent novelist who he felt had unfairly reaped critical praise for years. She regularly posts responses, or at least he thinks it is her, but the elegant rebuttals of his reviews are also written from behind a pseudonym.

There are several other items like that in the article, with warring authors. Even Amazon’s Number 1 reviewer accuses the Number 2 reviewer of spreading rumors about her. Sigh. It seems that no one can behave like grownups anymore.

My fabulous and delicious dinner last night that may have made me gain 10 pounds

Aaron and I have been wanting to return to EVOO (here is the citysearch review) for a while now and last night we finally made it. I have never had a bad meal there. Their food is always fresh and delicious. We noticed at the bottom of the menu that they offer a Chef’s tasting menu of 7 courses and you can get it paired with wine. We asked the waitress about it and she said that it took a long time, but was worth it. We went for it. The portions of food and wine are smaller, but thank god, because its 7 courses. The first thing served was a pat&eacute which came with toasted thin bread slices, a very grainy mustard and pickle slices. Never having loved pat&eacute before, I was surprised at how good and flavorful it was especially with the mustard. Then the waitress plunked down this plate with veal on it. Now, I haven’t eaten veal since I was eight and learned where veal came from. Hypocritical I know, since I eat most other meat. But I was eight. Fuck off. The veal was very good. It had parsnip raviolis and nutty stuff and greens. They had cooked the meat until it was stew-like, making it tender and delicious. Next came a squash soup, which was spicy. Then a salad with frisee and what seemed like rabbit bacon and hazelnuts. Then they gave us an extra course of their special back-door pork which came with some apple butter on top. Next they brought us a small piece of lamb marinated with mint and rosemary. It also came with a polenta dumpling. At this point, I was getting sort of full, but I was determined to eat all the way through. After the lamb, they brought us a cheese course—Vermont cheddar with Guava jam. So delicious. The extra sharp cheddar complimented the guava beautifully. The served us a lovely port with the cheese. And finally they brought us each a portion of some sort of ginger cake with maple sauce that tasted like butterscotch. It was perfect. The whole meal was perfect. They served me things that I probably never would have ordered off the menu and I am so glad. Squash soup has always scared me, but it was pretty good–especially a little spicy. And I never got lamb until last night. I wish more people knew about EVOO. But at the same time, I love that it is not too trendy. It feels very comfortable and the atmosphere is definitely unpretentious.

Stole these links

I recently read Project X by Jim Shepard and thought it an amazing novel. He also has a new collection of short stories available, called Love and Hydrogen. Maud Newton points out today that the Village Voice reviews his book here and Salon reviews it here. And several weeks ago, the NYT reviewed it here. I am putting all of these links here, because I want more people to read these books. I thought Project X was amazing. Shepard wrote the main character Edwin Hanratty with so much insight, but the character was not too overdeveloped either. He seemed just like a thirteen year old kid, a pretty unpopular one at that. Its easy to see why no one can figure out this kid, but at the same time, you find yourself seeing glimmers of a good and likeable person in there. The dialogue is sparse, but clear. There is a lot of space in his writing as well. Now I want to go read all of his other works.

Fuck quirkyalone

Okay, I will be straight with you—I hate quirkyalone. The very thought of it dredges up rage for me. I have no issue with being single, deciding that you want out of the dating scene, the preference for alone time even when in a relationship, the notion of, gasp, going to movies alone. But come people, what’s with the fucking stupid name? I came across this today in my daily web reading (sorry, reader, I don’t know how to indent the text yet):

A “quirkyalone party” has been planned in New York for Valentine’s Day. Several dateless thirtysomethings plan to attend, crying for hours into a collective cistern, and then spending the afternoon dwelling on their misery rather than ignoring the silly holiday (like most single people). The Quirkyalone label that has now been trademarked. An I Am Quirkyalone! Hear Me Wilt! affirmation video can be found in Wal-Mart in August.

This came from Ed here. The NY Post article made me want to cry. Cagen has a book coming out and I refuse to link to it, as I want this whole notion to disappear. Its a mearketing ploy. I hate terms that label people. There’s Metrosexual, Quirkyalone, etc. Why are we letting mass media market to us? Its ridiculous. I refuse to buy into the notion. Grrrr. The best line from the NY Post article:

“The very idea of quirkyalone organization kind of defeats the whole idea of being quirky and alone. It’s like having a hermit club,” she {Judith O’Brien} says.

Heh.

silly, but fun

Just took one of those fun quizzes. This one was thankfully short–What 20th Century Theorist are you?

And here are my results:
Lacan
You are Jacques Lacan! Arguably the most important
psychoanalyst since Freud, you never wrote
anything down, and the only works of yours are
transcriptions of your lectures. You are
notoriously difficult to understand, but at
least you didn’t talk about the penis as much
as other psychoanalysts. You died in 1981.

What 20th Century Theorist are you?
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