We’re off to North Carolina to the beach next week so in preparation I went to the Allen County Public Library to stock up on books for the beach.
- In Fed We Trust by David Wessel. Recommended by son Josh so I could “understand what he writes about all day.”
- The World Without Us by Alan Weisman. Imagine the world without people.
- A Long Way Down by Nick Hornby. Hornsby’s a good writer, always worth a read.
- The Great Gatsby. You know who wrote it. Son Josh is always quoting it at me, and it’s one of the many holes my reading of American Literature.
- The Gum Thief by Douglas Coupland. You can’t go wrong with Coupland.
- The Dead Hand by David Hoffman. Pulitzer Prize winning story about the Cold War. The success of this book is due in part to Josh Zumbrun, see page 486.
- A Stained White Radiance by James Lee Burke. An early Robicheaux novel that I haven’t read.
- The Blue Horse by Rick Bass. I have no idea what this is. It was on the new fiction shelf and had a cool cover. That’s much the same method I use to pick wine.
That’s it. I know, I know. No way that’s going to last me a week. I’ll pull a few books off the shelves here at home that I’m perpetually trying to finish. Most notably:
- Le Ton Beau de Marot and I am a Strange Loop both by Douglas Hofstadter. I’ve been bogged down about halfway through both of these for years. This is the year I’ll finish them!
I also picked up a few CD’s to supplement our collection for the drive.
- Les Miserables, the original Broadway cast. If the soundtrack is as long as the play, that’ll be all we need. It’s only a 14 hour drive.
- Mamma Mia! Original cast. Need some cheery fluff after suffering through Les Miz.
- Best of Johnny Lee Hooker. Debbie likes the blues. I needed a sop to throw to her, because she’s really gonna hate:
- Walking Distance, Robert Earl Keen. Real country music, like James Hiatt and Lyle Lovett. Speaking of which…
- Pontiac, Lyle Lovett.
That’s a start. I’m still concerned it’s not enough. I may need a big fat brainless blockbuster novel to round it out.
A later revision.
Debbie gave me two books for Father’s Day to round out my collection for the trip. The consummate librarian, she picked better books for me than I did for myself:
- The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid by Bill Bryson. What’s not to like about the memoirs of a befuddled, beer-swilling, travel writer? Seriously, Bryson is constantly amusing, almost as amusing as:
- I’ll Mature When I’m Dead by Dave Barry. And there’s no one funnier than Dave Barry, so the list ends here.