Somehow, I seem to have angered the library gods - nothing came in on reserve this week. Which was OK, as a whole bunch of magazines arrived, and I actually got to sit down with them right away and enjoy. As opposed to letting them stack up and then frantically scanning them before I give them away, having I decided that I just can't stand the clutter anymore, as is what normally happens...
The other thing that made me OK with the lack of new books was that I had a big old book to savor and enjoy, and I could really devote a lot of attention to it.
Which was good, it needed a lot of attention... (much like the man to whom the book was devoted!)
The book in question was Too Brief a Treat: The Letters of Truman Capote, edited by Gerald Clarke.
And it's a big old honking behemoth of a tome, weighing in at just under two pounds!
Clarke is the author of a very highly regarded biography of Capote, which I would enjoy reading. I'm putting it on the list.
I'm very glad that I read this book, but I am not sure that I would recommend that you drop everything else and go read it. It was a very unusual read: it managed to be both wildly interesting and yet somewhat dry at the same time. I know that that sounds strange, but I can't think of a better way to put it.
Capote was a shameless, shameless name dropper (which didn't surprise me at all) and seem to catch the crabs fairly frequently (which did - see, it's the unexpected stuff that kept me reading!) He could, and did, turn ruthlessly on his acquaintances, but if you were a true friend, he would do anything, anything for you. In short, he was as fascinating as I had imagined, even if this collection of his letters grew a little wearisome at times.
I also snuck in a silly little read - Breakfast at Stephanie's, by Sue Margolis. A rather by-the-numbers, but inoffensive little British-chick-lit book.**
*Ack - we're already done with the fifth week of summer vacation? Where is it all going????
**Yes, you would be right in thinking that I read an inordinate amount of "chick-lit".
It's funny, I don't dislike the genre, but I don't have any real affection for it either. However, when Schecky was just a baby, I got to talking with one of the librarians at our branch library about "Bridget Jones". Turns out this librarian is the Queen of Chick-Lit, and whenever she reads a book and enjoys it, she sets it aside for me. That, to me, is such a thoughtful and lovely thing to do.
Plus, I really enjoy talking about the books with her once I've read them. So, whereas I don't have any real natural affinity for this genre, I have a genuine fondness for her. And if she's thoughtful enough to pull a book for me, I'm going to read it.
Besides, sometimes a fun, non-taxing read is just what the doctor ordered. And, BTW, I do think that Bridget was a smashingly enjoyable book.....