Wow, who knew the
Beany Malone books were laden with stoic Catholic martyrdom? Perhaps you had to have grown up Catholic to see it. Or grown up anything.
I have a dozen new titles on my "to read" list; also, I want be be Maureen Corrigan when I grow up.
Except, maybe not. The odd thing was, when she wrote about books I'd read, I didn't recognize them at all. Perhaps that's only to be expected: she wasn't reviewing them, she was focusing on particular aspects that related to her experiences. Still, it unnerved me a little. When I write about a book, my highest hope it to recreate it somewhat in my words. I suppose no one can truly do more than recreate their own reading experience, but reading experiences so widely divergent just seem odd, especially when it's a beloved book. Corrigan touches on this herself, when she mentions how stunned she is that pompous academians also love the academia-skewering
Lucky Jim. (Which is the first on the aforementioned to read list.) I think it's Sturgeon's Law that says there is nothing so great it won't be admired by assholes?
Currently reading:
New Rules by Bill Maher, which is cracking me up.
