I had no idea that Spalding Gray had done porn! TIL!
Finished the Sally Rooney bookā¦ do recommend, for a nice read about the changing nature of a relationship between two sort of social outcasts in Ireland.
Now reading Viv Albertineās To Throw Away Unopened, which is a memoir about her motherās death and a box she left with that note on it.
hard backs are collectible;
paperbacks depreciate
ebooks arenāt subject to competition.
It finally arrived. Id given up hope and assumed the postal service on one side of the pond or the other had absconded with it.
I couldnāt find a topic that quite fit the following question:
What does one do with outdated reference books?
And Iām currenly re-reading the āDetroitā series by Loren D. Estleman. He also writes Westerns, and mysteries.
http://www.lorenestleman.com/detroit.htm
Depends.
Is it good to know what people used to think was correct? Then it becomes a different kind of reference.
Is it a good form factor for a purse and do you want to sell it? Google how to make purses out of old books.
Donāt want to make it yourself? PM me. I made a purse out of a dictionary a few years ago, but Iād love to make another one.
Iām talking about a set of the World Book Encyclopedia. And Time-Life book sets.
This is just some.
Donāt ask me where the first of the two āCā volumes are; I have no clue.
I have a set of encyclopedias from the 80s, and Iāve been planning on making some into hollow books, or whatever itās called when you cut a hole into center of the pages, to make a hiding spot. Of course, Iāve had them for years, sitting there doing nothing at all.
Yeah, Iād like to do something profitable with 'em.
A book safe?
There are a bunch on Etsy:
https://www.etsy.com/search?q=hollow+book&order=most_relevant&view_type=gallery
https://www.etsy.com/search?q=book+safe&order=most_relevant&view_type=gallery
I donāt know if youāre interested in selling there, particularly, but it looks like the sort of thing people sell and buy.
Nah, they charge too much to post things. And I havenāt the inclination to disembowel books.
I bet I could still enjoy reading those.
The Time-Life science books on the shelf below are awesome for their photography, considering it was 1965. But one - I think itās about growth - has photos of thalidomide children and of animals with electrical things sticking out of them (without looking, I can remember the kitten with what looked like a top of a nine-volt sticking out of its head. And I was just a little kid when I saw that - that and the embryonic photos stand out in my memory the most). Thereās also in - the Body, not sure - a board-type game drawn over several pages showing how the digestive system works.
The other half of that shelf is about the worldās geography and its non-human inhabitants. Lots of great animal and landscape photography, very cutting-edge for its era. Thereās also a set about the ages of civilization, and American history.
Partially I kinda wanted to read it and it was a recommend from Goodreads after finishing The Snail On The Slope.
I have just finished The Southern Reach Trilogy.
Something odd is happening on the coast of the Southern US. There is an area that is isolated by some kind of energy wall with only one way in. Several expeditions have gone in but very very few people have come back out and those that have are not quite the same. In the vein of can we really understand a truly alien species and humanity trying to grapple with it makes for a good mind fuck of a story.
Just finished John Waterās Carsick, the book where he describes hitchiking from Baltimore to San Franā¦ it has 2 novellas, the best case scenario and the worst case scenario, then what actually happenedā¦ Itās a fun read.
Now reading Who Fears Death? by Nnedi Okoraforā¦ which is sublime so far.
Donāt know if anyones interested.
Just finished Code Girls, about the women breaking codes in the US during WWII. I was surprised to learn that one of them became a math teacher who taught a class I took in high school. Small world!
Oh I loved this reference:
He wasnāt writing profiles any more, but if he were, and if his current host were his target, heād be bound to start with the name. Peter Judd. PJ to his friends, and everyone else. Fluffy-haired and youthful at forty-eight, and with a vocabulary peppered with archaic expostulationsāBalderdash! Tommy-rot!! Oh my giddy aunt!!!āPeter Judd had long established himself as the unthreatening face of the old-school right, popular enough with the GBP, which thought him an amiable idiot, to make a second living outside Parliament as a rent-a-quote-media-whore-cum-quiz-show-panel-favourite, and to get away with minor peccadilloes like dicking his kidsā nanny, robbing the tax-man blind, and giving his party leader conniptions with off-script flourishes. (āDamn fine city,ā heād remarked on a trip to Paris. āProbably worth defending next time.ā) Not everyone whoād worked with him thought him a total buffoon, and some whoād witnessed him lose his temper suspected him of political savvy, but by and large PJ seemed happy with the image heād either fostered or been born with: a loose cannon with a floppy haircut and a bicycle. And here he was now, bursting through the kitchen door with an alacrity that had Mr Sleek making a sharp sideways step to avoid being flattened.
Herron, Mick. Slow Horses (Slough House) (p. 187). Soho Press. Kindle Edition.
From 2010.