I was hoping for a couple days of rest since my Friday ballet class was canceled and I had nothing else scheduled for Saturday. Unfortunately I have been ill. Yesterday I did manage to do my tasks like practice and bills but I basically was dragging myself through the day again. Today all I have to is survive church. I’m still ill.
In the meantime, I have been doing escape reading and have finished a couple more books.
Super Sad True Love Story is a novel that my son-in-law Jeremy put on my laptop for me to read. Its charm is the way it satirizes a bunch of stuff about being alive right now. The internet has gone bonkers in this book and people can monitor themselves and others constantly. They monitor their fuckability, their perceived age, their credit ratings from minute to minute. In some cases these ratings seem to be flashing above them in the rooms they are pursuing their social lives.
The main character is a misfit of course. He works for a company that will give one eternal life via technology (something I’ve actually read about recently in the news). He doesn’t make enough to subscribe to this service himself. It’s incredibly expensive. But he is high up in the hierarchy of the company.
The story revolves around his weird and hopeless relationship with a beautiful young Korean woman and the breakdown of a society that is already haywire.
Happy stuff. I enjoyed the shit out of it. Very good escape reading.
Speaking of escape reading I just finished volume 3 of A Game of Thrones, A Storm of Swords. I don’t think it’s all that good. But the author can write and plot okay. The point of the book seems to be to tell a long fantasy story in which the reader cannot anticipate plot twists. It’s sort of a soap opera in that it has kept me interested because I wonder what’s going to happen to the characters.
I read volume 3 on my Kindle. I have volume 4 in a paperback I bought a while ago and started it yesterday.
My head is fuzzy. I keep thinking uncharitable thoughts about stuff and am hoping it’s just the illness.
I did read through the first few English suites of Bach at the piano yesterday. It seems to calm my fevered soul (I don’t really have a fever, just a cold).
Before going to practice I stopped by the library to pick up a couple more books of poetry I had inter-library loaned.
I started them this morning. Neither poet seems quite as good as Natalie Diaz but what the heck.
