April Snow Showers

Bring May flowers? Seriously. 5″ in Central Park this morning. This is no April Fool’s joke. And. Dr. Husband has to work. Alternate Side rules are in effect. What? Stupid.

Speaking of Alternate Side, new novel by Anna Quindlen. Cul-de-sac parking intrigue on the Upper East Side. But. Alas. Her overuse of the past perfect tense left me out in the cold.

Yankees home opener postponed.

Season Collusion

It’s the first full day of Spring. Yet. Wintry all-day snow. Upper West Side got more than most. Over 8 inches. So. Read Autumn by Ali Smith for tomorrow’s book club:

Collage campus. I didn’t intend to like this book based on its subject matter. Dying old guy and young girl as friends. Yet. I did like it. More for its richness of language, word play, concision of phrasing. And. Daniel’s perspective on life as a collage alum, rather than a college one. An asymmetrically smart relationship. Historical. Topical. Not a story novel. More a literary read.

Green Day

I know. Musical allusions abound. Anyway. That was fast. Virginia out. Busted brackets making more racket than St. Patrick’s Day parade marching bands up Fifth Avenue. Tiger sure didn’t burn up the greens either yesterday. So. Guess it’s dyed beer at the pubs to drown sorrows and boredom. Or read a book. Autumn by Ali Smith next on the book club list. Even though it’s nearly Spring, it’s cold. Yeah. One of those days.

Weekend Stacks

New books for Carol’s carrel. Late winter weekend Storm Riley reading. Lighter fare as we await Spring. Here is my new stack. Hmmm. Looks a little chick-litty. We’ll see. Read any?

The Immortalists, Chloe Benjamin
The French Girl, Lexie Elliott
Mrs., Caitlin Macy
The Wife Between Us, Greer Hendricks & Sarah Pekkanen
Autumn, Ali Smith
The Woman in the Window, A.J. Finn

Serpentine Shifts

The Golden GlobesHats off to the few women who represented true individualism by not conforming to walking the red carpet in black. What’s the point when you pose and strut and remain objectified as a pretty thing anyway? Nicole should have thanked her co-star. Male directors need not have been dissed. Misandry is not the answer to bad behavior by a few jerks. Happy about James Franco. Of course. And Seth Meyers was solid.

The Essex Serpent, a novel by Sarah Perry. An amorphous Ness. Meant to be a Victorian Gothic homage, it didn’t quite manage either. Science, medicine, modernity dispelled the gossamer blue fog along a rural estuary where the mythic serpent was reportedly glimpsed. The so-called monster never conjured a terror commensurate with the village’s reaction. Perry draws her characters well. They just didn’t seem to belong in the same story together. A good read, but don’t agree with all the literary accolades.

Book Treks 2017

My top favorites this year. Richard Russo’s Nobody’s Fool. Then Everybody’s Fool. Sully & Rub. Rich writing and characters.

These were also great reads in 2017:

A Gentleman in Moscow, Amor Towles
The Last Painting of Sara de Vos, Dominic Smith
The Woman on the Stairs, Bernhard Schlink
The Honeymoon, Dinitia Smith
The Girl Before, JP Delaney
The Long Drop, Denise Mina
The Night Ocean, Paul La Farge

And liked:

Little Deaths, Emma Flint
The Swans of Fifth Avenue, Melanie Benjamin  
News of the World, Paulette Jiles

Reviews on Book Treks page.