Mr. Penumbra’s 24-Hour Bookstore by Robin Sloan
I was pleasantly delighted by this book which spoke to the bibliophilic nerd in me. This blurb spoke to the “I love asides” part of me:
“Writers are responsible for some of it. They say Shakespeare invented the internal monologue.”
Oh, I am very familiar with the internal monologue.
This blurb spoke to the “I don’t like phones” part of me:
It keeps ringing, and it occurs to me that my usual strategy for strange phone calls—wait them out—might not work here.
These days, the phone only carries bad news. It’s all “your student loan is past due” and “your uncle Chris is in the hospital.” If it’s anything fun or exciting, like an invitation to a party or a secret project in the works, it will come through the internet.
ps – Gojira, this book puts a new spin on “bibliogenealogies”.
My cousin is expecting a baby. I’m pretty sure they are going to name her “rock and roll.”
Evolution of Bollywood. So much goodness.
Hat Tip: 2 Scoops
The Fault in Our Stars by John Green
Lots of quotables and zingers and pithiness. Here’s one:
‘Without pain, how could we know joy?’ This is an old argument in the field of thinking about suffering and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries but suffice it to say that the existence of broccoli does not, in any way, affect the taste of chocolate.
Beck has a new album out (stream the whole thing here) which is appropriately dreamy and dreary for these gray days. It reminds me of one of my faves from him which has kind of a desi vibe to it, no?
Once upon a time, I used to be a stereotypical lawyer: suit, briefcase, motions, yes-your-honor, no-your-honor, I-move-to-dismiss. Not a fan of the courthouse, I moved to corporate housing. My days were filled with contracts, fine print, and malaise. My boss was a good lawyer but a terrible manager. In the end, I left with somewhat ill will towards him and the job. Thankfully, I landed a job that suits me to a T … in that it does not involve suits. Or traditional hours. Or traditional research. Bottom line: I’m happier, more fulfilled, and all around better off now than I was – money aside, that is. The government do take a bite, don’t she?
Today, I ran into one of my old co-workers. After the initial ‘catch up on the last decade’ gup shup, the conversation turned to our past. I asked about our former boss. To my great surprise, I found out he rose in the ranks but then was unceremoniously dismissed not long after I left. INSTANT KARMA! Then I found out his wife divorced him and left with the children. Smile fading. Then I found out that he suffered from a mental breakdown and was institutionalized. Are you kidding me? That’s too much. If it’s true, it’s utterly tragic and now I feel bad. “Be thankful for what you have,” my colleague advised. No doubt. It’s not quite the phenomenal “how things change” WhatsApp story making the rounds today, but my perspective on the past has changed and I’m thankful fate took me where it did and that I can be in a position of pity rather than pain.