Reading List

The idea of converting my library into pixels on a screen frightens me. Books are meant to be highlighted and dog-eared, their spines cracked and lying facedown on the kitchen table. This how they become part of the scenery and signposts for our memories.



August 10, 2022

Reflex

Ohio. Sunset: 8:36pm. I sneeze whenever I glance at the sun, which I’ve always taken as proof I am a night owl.

June 12, 2022

Headlights

Ohio. Sunset: 9:02pm. You can never see further than your headlights: this old slice of trucker philosophy makes more sense to me with each passing year.

May 9, 2022

Maps

Ohio. Sunset: 8:35pm. My map is upside down, inscrutable, and probably for a different planet.

May 4, 2022

Hand of God

Ohio. Sunset: 8:30pm. There’s a waxing crescent moon, and I’m reading about God.

April 8, 2022

Somnambulist

One of those fine afternoons when you wander into a dusty bookstore in an unfamiliar city.

February 22, 2022

Gaps and Threads

London. Another day of clouds and drizzle, and somewhere off to the left, I can hear Georges Perec: “Question your teaspoons.”

January 21, 2022

Midwinter Inventory

Ohio. Blank skies, single-digit temperatures, and the sun goes down at 5:38pm. Here in the Middle West, I’m filling the quiet with books and music, absorbed by text and sound in ways I haven’t felt in years

January 2, 2022

Broken Scales

Ohio. Sunset: 5:19pm. While I wasn’t paying attention, my life became gamified into metrics and streaks.

December 13, 2021

Crossroads

Four days left in New York City. Last night I finished Jonathan Franzen’s Crossroads, and even as I turned the final page, I was amazed I was reading it at all.

November 18, 2021

Burning

Sunset: 4:35pm. Tonight the moon is full. “When you do something, you should burn yourself completely, like a good bonfire, leaving no trace of yourself.”

February 10, 2021

Temptation

I’m attempting to read Gustav Flaubert’s The Temptation of Saint Anthony.

July 24, 2020

Clay

The Stand brought me back to teenage nights of staying awake into the small hours with a flashlight, promising myself just one more chapter.