Books Reading Today: Early Edition
posted by October 25 at 8:00 AM
onI’m putting this post up early for very selfish reasons: At 11 o’clock today, I will be at the Richard Hugo House, interviewing Matt Ruff about everything under the sun. You should throw on some clothes—you don’t even have to shower until later today; I won’t tell anyone, I promise—and come on down to the Hugo House to watch. Ruff is local, but he doesn’t make a whole lot of appearances in town. And his body of work—a multiple-personality love story, a fucked-up spy story, a sci-fi rebuttal of Atlas Shrugged—begs all kind of questions. I hope to see you there.
Later in the day, Michelle Goodman reads at Elliott Bay Book Company from My So Called Freelance Life. This means there could very well be a roomful of freelance writers, which is kind of a scary idea.
Then there are two readings by lonely ladies. Theo Pauline Nestor is at the Ballard Branch of the Seattle Public Library reading from How to Sleep Alone in a King Sized Bed, which is an allegedly humorous book about divorce. And Wendy Kays reads at Newberry Books from her book Game Widow, which is a book for women whose husbands spend too much time playing video games. Perhaps these two authors should do a tag-team reading and figure out who is worse off. I think maybe they both spend a little too much time thinking about men, for what it’s worth.
The full readings calendar, including the next week or so, is here.
"...begs all kind of questions..."
Really? The book is full of logical fallacies? Why would I want to read that?
(You review books, man! Use the language correctly!)
Holy shit, is it possible for a human being to literally be made of smugness?
Also: novels are constructed on logical fallacies all the time. At least two of Matt Ruff's novels practically employ logical fallacies as plot devices.
Good morning.
In high school I had a boyfriend who started playing one of those video games with the word craft in its title (Starcraft? Warcraft? Dunno) and then I literally never saw him ever again. Though, to be fair, when I got the latest Zelda game, I stopped seeing my friends until I rescued that damsel in distress.
Holy shit, is it possible for a human being to literally be made of smugness?
Ah, I see you do understand the concept begging the question. +1 subtlety; carry on.
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