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.



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.”

November 10, 2021

Crowd

Sunset 4:43pm. Before I left her, she asked, “Have you noticed how much evil fuckery there is in the world lately?”

October 8, 2021

A Mystic Allure

Sunset: 6:26pm. A waxing crescent moon. The weather is too chipper. I crave gloom, damp leaves on the sidewalk, and a chilly breeze.

June 10, 2021

Oryx and Crake

I reread Margaret Atwood’s Oryx and Crake, which harmonized with our latest heatwave to an unsettling degree.

April 25, 2021

Shadowbahn

In Steve Erickson’s Shadowbahn, the Twin Towers reappear in South Dakota, wholly intact and without explanation.