Monday, August 16, 2004

God's Juicy Brains

Hungary approaches like the shore in death dreams, quickly, peacefully, and with a rush of expectation. Without the death part.

I've decided that there are some books that shouldn't be finished on the subway. I'm thinking that books like this should be bundled away until you find that perfect place to sit annd experience the pleasure of the ending in all of its elegance.

Inevitably, these books are finished on the subway after all. Because you can't wait.

Jhumpa Lahiri's The Namesake was one of these books. She and the book rock. Strongly, obviously reminiscent of Wouk's Inside, Outside, albeit taken one satisfying critical step farther from Wouk's pretty whitewash ending. She has a reading at Barnard on Oct. 16th. I'm seriously tempted to go, but of course I will probably never actually get around to it. And it does seema bit silly, considering that she also lives in New York City.

Speaking of which, my lease expires on the 25th, and I leave the country five days previous. But yes, I am thinking of moving to the city proper.

Because, after all, Manhattan:Brooklyn::New York::New Jersey.

No disrespect to NJ intended. I think.

And yes the rumors are true. There has been an intervention, and I'm in the middle of doing research on getting back into school. Dave, the Bro, & Jeannne are to thank for that. Or is it the constant nagging. You guys rock.

I'm thinking that we should all have a meetup somewhere, in the dead center of the country, American Gods style.

In the cold of winter.


Also, I've started a translation of the Turkish bestseller My Name is Red, after finishing a rather mediocre book, Vernon God Little.

I still have to go see Harold & Kumar go to white castle, and I've got an itch to go see Garden State again.

And for the record, who the hell is enough of an idiot to foul Mia Hamm in the penalty box?

I've been corralled into the task of bringing meat to brooklyn, and not the stuff that Jeanne refers to as "pale white meat" from Brighton Beach either, but fresh stuff from the supermarket.

And if any of you happen to be in town mine that is tomorrow evening, we have one empty space in our reservation to Peter Lugers. Cyrus & Caitlin, I'm looking at you guys.