I had a blast at the Blue Moon last night. It was great seeing all the new faces, even if I didn't get the chance to talk to everyone as much as I'd've liked to. All the books I brought save one were taken home last night.

Here's the lone straggler: Words In Air: The Complete Correspondence Between Elizabeth Bishop and Robert Lowell. Here's what O: The Oprah Magazine had to say about it:

This juicily thick volume collects 30 years of letters between two of the finest American poets of the last century. Watching their dawning friendship unfold is sheer delight, and because Bishop and Lowell became so devoted to entertaining each other with anecdotes, gossip, and marvelous bits of description, their letters offer some of the same delights as their richly evocative poems. Bishop describes a town in Maine so quiet "its heart beats twice a day when the train goes through." Lowell invites her to travel: "Next year if our books were done and we had the cash, wouldn't you like to try Italy?" There's such life in these letters that the reader can't help but feel included in an intimate bond between two lively, vulnerable, and complex souls.

Frankly, I just can't really read books of correspondence. They bore the shit out of me. I've only ever been enthralled by Groucho Marx's letters. So I don't blame anyone for not taking this one.

I usually donate the abandoned advance reader copies to Value Village, but since we were in a bar lined with books (and the Blue Moon has some great books on those shelves. You should take a look some time), I stuck Words in Air in the Blue Moon's shelves. If anyone's particularly interested in the book, you can find it there.