Well, I will write two abbreviated book reviews and a longer apologia.
Goodness knows how much I owe the library, I've had these books forever. First is Hallucinations which I'm counting as one of my one word title themed list. I finished it so long ago, it seems like something I made up, something shadowy and vaguely remembers, ha. It is by Oliver Sacks of The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat fame, in case you ever saw the movie, I didn't.
As I was struggling to find an ounce of sympathy or compassion for the various grant applications I was reading this week, I told my young staff that I only worked six months at Mental Health, glibly saying you had to be crazy to work there. Similarly, I was comparing the people I cross paths with at Substance Abuse with former evangelical users. So to seems dear Oliver, trying to credential himself by detailing all the Timothy Leary like drug adventures he had while in medical school. He is not scientific nor erudite and I feel I got no insight whatsoever from reading this book about people who see things.
OK one bad one down. The next that I finished today waiting interminably at the mani-pedi shop is Life Time by Liza Marklund. She is another Scandanavian author who I reckon is riding the coattails of Dragon Tatoo. Once again, I skip over every town and avenue name that is meaningless to me, not wanting to learn anything geographic about Sweden. There was some curiosity in me wanting to see if she could do anything new with the parallel lives structure of novels. She didn't. In fact, it all seemed too rushed and phony at the ending. Was Nancy Drew better or was I too naive at 12?
My reason for not blogging in weeks, nay, months, is work. I come home not wanting to type anything else on the computer after doing so nonstop from 8 to whenever. Nor have I wanted to read after rushing through 240 applications, determining that more than half of them were not ours anyway. So what free time I've had has been devoted to mindless pulling out of crab grass or scraping moss of brick pathways, anything to empty my head of conscientious thought.
Alas, it is now fall. The football pool is back, my menfolk glued to the television for days on end watching MLB and football; I have to wear a coat walking the dog and waiting for the bus; and it's back to making soup for easy weekday meals, first of the season, to use up the glut of tomatoes from co-workers and neighbors.
So, my own Life Time is equally dull and cyclical. On to the latest Walter Moseley which is also seriously overdue.
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