Beach Books

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.

The list:

  • 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.

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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.

5 thoughts on “Beach Books

  1. I do like Robert Earl Keen’s “Merry Christmas from the Family” but am not sure I know any of his others. Surely Deb likes that one. 🙂

    1. That is the best (or maybe second best behind The Kink’s ‘Father Christmas’) Christmas song ever! You rock!

  2. BTW…Chuck hated Les Mis, and I wasn’t so thrilled either. I think it was because I had to potty part way through the second half and couldn’t get up to go because everybody hadn’t died yet. I do like Lyle Lovett, but really don’t like straight Country.

  3. I like They Don’t Like Me by Lyle Lovett. It’s from the album he did while he was married to Julia Roberts. I questioned his mental status when I realized he let her sing on that album. Scary.

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