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Sunday, November 30, 2003
"To blog, or not to blog ... that is the question"
Well, why not? I was reading another blog, Jeremiads, and I saw the link to create my own blog. So I thought, Well why not?
I was reading a couple of book reviews on Jeremiads ... murder mysteries, actually. I was pleased to learn that Jeremy, who was recently hired by The American Spectator as assistant managing editor, reads murder mysteries instead of a steady diet of Will Shakespeare. I mean, an editor of The American Spectator reading murder mysteries? Personally, I have an added respect for Jeremy knowing he reads them as the genre is my escape. In fact, I read almost nothing else.
I've tried other books. A biography or two. I read Frank McCourt's "Angela's Ashes" and cried my way through the entire book. I did read Dreiser's "Jennie Gerhardt," though I haven't read his "Sister Carrie." Add to the list: "1984," "One Day In The Life of Ivan Denisovich," "Sweet Thursday," and Lenny Bruce's quintessencial "How To Talk Dirty and Influence People." There have been others, but it's the murder mystery which I crave.
My husband used to read nothing but philosophy. I'd chide him about it. Every night I went to bed with Dog Man and his book ... something bone dry and deep which would put me to sleep.
One night I asked him if he ever read anything "just for fun?"
"Y'mean like romance novels?!?"
"No, I don't even read those. I mean like, y'know, novels. Maybe something sci-fi."
He must have given it a great deal of thought because months later, as I slid in next to him, he very proudly held up his reading material and asked, "See what I'm reading?"
He was reading Dante's "Inferno." For fun.