I am fairly familiar with the cover art used on the books of David Sedaris, so I am embarrassed to admit that I saw one of David Sedaris’s books today, but I have no idea which one. I see the seemingly dia-de-los-muertos-inspired “When You Are Engulfed in Flames”* and the angular chalkboard font of “Me Talk Pretty One Day” on an almost weekly basis.
But this one I couldn’t place, and I couldn’t get a look at the title. It was sort of white or cream-colored background, with a simple font and maybe a picture of a coffee cup on it? It kind of looked like a JD Salinger novel (e.g.), but with a cup o’ joe on it. Did I totally make this up?
So, instead, I’m going to pretend that I actually saw his “Squirrel Seeks Chipmunk,” which I didn’t know existed until I tried googling around to figure out what book I had seen.
It looks awkward and adorable. And being familiar with some of his other work, I’m going to guess it’s pretty hilarious as well. The story of Monseiur Sedaris’s French course in “Me Talk Pretty One Day,” is one of the few real-world examples where I have “LOL”d and scared the bajesus out of the lady next to me on the bus.
* Turns out that it is a Van Gogh painting. Learn something new every day!
I saw Tina Fey’s new book on a
kindle iPad some sort of glowing tablet thing. I have to say, the growing number of glowing tablet things really makes trying to figure out what people are reading a lot more difficult. If I hadn’t sat right next to this person and oh-so-subtlely squinted at the header of page on her glowing tablet thing while pretending to be really interested in what was going on outside of the window, this post would not exist. Tragic. I know.
So although I did not see the cover of the book on the glowing tablet thing, I just have to share this. Because it’s funny, but also a little disturbing in that the-jokes-your-uncle-makes-around-the-holidays-after-a-few-more-eggnogs-than-he’s-willing-to-admit kind of way.
I hope/fear those are Alec Baldwin's arms. And hat.
When I see a book on Muni I’d like to post about, I often forget the title and/or author somewhere between my stop and the next opportunity I have in front of a screen to dig into it and
shove it into my face do some research. I did not have said problem with this particular book. You can read into that what you want, and you’ll probably be pretty accurate.
nom nom toothache
Apparently it’s a really well written mystery, but whatever PIE!!!!
More often than not, when I post about a book on here, I am mildly intrigued. I think, “Oh, I am not familiar with that author…might be interesting…or at least different.” But thus far, I don’t think I’ve actually sought any of them out to read. Well all of that is about to change. Most likely. More likely than not. Just. God I’m lazy.
I saw the “The Warmth of Other Suns,” on the train the other day and was more than mildly intrigued. I was just this side of fascinated. What a title! Maybe it was because SF was experiencing torrential downpours at the time, so that any title with both “warmth” and “sun” would have triggered my literary salivary gland. But my subsequent research into its contents appears even more interesting than my longing for Vitamin D.
In “The Warmth of Other Suns,” Ms. Wilkerson “has documented the sweeping 55-year-long migration of black Americans [from the South] across their own country.” After interviewing more than 1,200 people for the book, Ms. Wilkerson narrowed the stories down to three, each one from a different decade. To borrow a cliché, truth is often more epic than fiction.
I think it sounds like a fascinating work. And you don’t have to take my word for it (thanks for the memories LeVar!). Last month the book won the National Book Critics Circle Award for nonfiction.
Available from the Booksmith
For those of us who are still using analog e-readers, aka, books, it appears that it is still only in hardback.