>>> True story: Elisa Gabbert eats Vanilla Wafers.
I know because she sent me some chapbooks wrapped in a package of them. I'm reading her collaboration with Kathleen Rooney, Something Really Wonderful, which has a pink cover and is full of rhymes and little mysteries.
If there are bridges, we have to jump. Can you see me?
If you can, send a signal. At the very least, wave
your white hands or your periwinkle handkerchief.
They might look like birds from up here on the mountain.
>>> Little Children by Tom Perrotta
I saw the movie first and thought Kate Winslet was lovely, as usual. I usually hate voiceovers (why is it a movie, then, and not a book?) but since they lifted them straight from the novel, and the writing's so clever and sharp, they worked.
A half hour of Blue's Clues after lunch was the only time Sarah could have plausibly gotten to herself--a little time to read the paper, call an old friend, maybe practice some yoga stretches--but instead she'd sat beside Lucy on the couch and watched the show, fantasizing the whole time about Steve, the boyish host, who seemed like a guy she might actually hit it off with if they ever got a chance to meet. He reminded her of herself: a smart, somewhat passive person who'd somehow gotten trapped in Kidworld. He pronounced his words a little too clearly and made exaggerated faces as he dished out halfhearted compliments to his viewers (Wow! You're really smart!). A rumor had recently gone around the playground that Steve had a drug problem, and who could blame him? Oh, Steve, run away with me! We can hole up in a flophouse and smoke crack for a couple of days.
>>> The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz
There are a lot of footnotes. There are not enough footnotes. Is it fair for an author to assume his audience knows so much Spanish? And not just high school Spanish, but a Dominican dialect? Whole sentences I don't understand. Not even italicized. I'm going to have to start using translators online, but it interrupts the pleasure of reading his runaway prose.