I have been rather quiet of late, Readers! I know. I was doing Thanksgivingy stuff, and then baking cookies with Silvana and getting totally drunk by like 5:30 p.m. and then eating Thai food BUT NOT REMEMBERING IT LATER stuff, and then I was doing note editing stuff (did I finally send that fucker into Harvard Law Review? Maybe. And then I'll send it into other journals who may actually publish it), and then I was doing unending clinic stuff, and then I was supposed to be working on my vibrator paper (yes, I write about vibrators in law school) but THEN Wikileaks did their document dump and it was all over. And I just got back from going out drinking and getting kinda tipsy with all my fellow clinic participants and WHINGING LIKE WHOA.
So I've been busy! And I haven't been writing blog posts.
But the busy isn't really the problem. The problem is this: I DESPERATELY NEED to finish the book I am reading right now, and I cannot get on with my life until I do. This often happens with really good books - you know those books. Those books that you will stay up all night and read, because you will not be able to sleep without knowing the end anyway? Those books that have simply frozen your entire life and anything that you love or care about has just got to wait until you get to that last page?
This is not those books. No, Gayle has an awful illness, you guys, and it is this: she cannot stop reading really shitty books.
I CAN'T. I just can't do it. I know it is stupid, and I know I could just put the damn book down or throw it in the recycle bin or put it out on the stoop and hopefully someone will take it, but I just compulsively CAN'T. The TWO BOOKS that I have managed to start and never finish are The DaVinci Code, which caused me to curse at it in the first sentence ("'Symbology'? Are you fucking kidding me?") and Possession, which I know many Readers here love, but I read the first three pages and thought, "JESUS this book is pretentious" and was able to put it down.
Short of those two instances, I feel like I am in the thrall of some evil spell once I begin a shitty book, and I have to see the book through to the end before the magic is broken. It is super annoying. But, it is a compulsion, what can I do? So I am spending all my spare time reading this book so I can just get it over with already.
And if you wanted to know, the shitty book is Italo Calvino's If on a Winter's Night a Traveler, which is a terrible shame, because I love Calvino's beautiful writing and light narrative tone. But the book is overly precious and entirely too contrived, and it also features a Nice Guy(tm), a lot of possessive dudes, assault on a woman like no big thing, and stalking as romance, so. Hopefully I can just speed through this, and it will all be over soon. PLUS, I have Toni Morrison's A Mercy and the biography of I.F. Stone waiting for me, so I will be delivered into the light in, uhhh, checking . . . . exactly 50 pages. Off I go!