Burning Down the House: Essays on Fiction, by Charles Baxter
I started reading it a while ago---completely fascinating, it's blowing my mind in several ways.
But now, every time I randomly hear the Talking Heads song he named the book after, I start to think it's a sign pointing me to Minnesota. And by "every time," I mean the two times that that's happened recently.
1) I'm watching the third season of Six Feet Under (don't tell me anything!) on DVD, and in the episode where it's Ruth's birthday, that song plays while they're all dancing.
2) I have my iPod on shuffle, and it comes up halfway through my bus ride home from work.
Here's your ticket pack your bag: time for jumpin' overboard
The transportation is here
Anyway, I mean to talk about the book (and several others) at some point. Right now, my brain is a warm gelatinous substance, and I'm going to drown my anxieties/exhaustion in tonight's new episode of Lost.
PS---Of course:
Everything's stuck together
I don't know what you expect staring into the TV set
*
PPS---Books I'm reading right now (I'm doing that bad thing where I move back and forth every few days):
Burning Down the House: Essays on Fiction, by Charles Baxter
Little, by David Treuer
Books I'm almost finished with:
Believers, by Charles Baxter---I'm reading the title novella at the end
An Explanation for Chaos, by Julie Schumacher---I'm reading the last, title story
CivilWarLand in Bad Decline, by George Saunders---I'm reading the novella at the end: "Bounty"
Hmm...I think I've discovered a pattern. The problem is with me, not with the books. I zipped through all the stories up until the last of each, and then I started trading back and forth. Maybe it's really a subconscious effort to prolong the experience?
Book(s) I plan to start very soon, here:
Concertina, by M.J. Fitzgerald
(Post in progress...Lost started!)
