Spent a rainy day in yesterday finishing Wieland, which turned out to be a great read. Review to come.
Surprised and sorry to hear about David Foster Wallace.
This coming Friday the consumption partner and I are going away for nine days—yay!!!—so this week I’ll be attempting to blog and preschedule some content for while I’m away. We’re going back to the log cabin, where internet access is but a fantasy. (Why, oh why do I not have an iPhone? Oh, because I sold my soul to the wrong service provider? Right.) Of course, no internet means there’s no way I can work either, which is extremely good. I can’t even imagine what that will feel like.
But now that I’ve finished Wieland I can’t decide (a) what to read next and (b) what to pack with me for my trip. Luckily we’ll be driving so there won’t be much need to ration space. As I’m sure all my readers know, books are the hardest thing to pack for a trip. I think I took four with me to New York just a few weeks ago, ended up buying another while I was there, and only read one (of course). But for this trip, reading will be one of the primary activities, so it will be more reasonable to pack a bit heavy. The CP’s brother recently sent him some Wodehouse as a birthday present, so there are some definite read-aloud possibilities in that. I’m also planning on bringing Sarah Vowell’s forthcoming book on the pilgrims, The Wordy Shipmates, but aside from that things are wide open.
Have fun! I spent a good portion of last week in the Washington woods, and it’s amazing how no TV, internet, technology, etc. really clears your mind.