Category Archives: Reading

Beardsong

Poppy and Rockford were lounging on the couch this evening. She told him he needed to shave, and then she sang this song, a duet featuring “the little hairs and Daddy.”

“No no no! We will not go away!
No no no! We will not go away!
We will stay here forever!
We will not go away!”

“Sorry little fellas!
Sorry little fellas!
I have to shave you.
Here I go:
Shhhhhhussshh”

“No no no”

“Too too late!”

“No no no”

“Too too late!”

Didn’t leave me feeling magnificent

The Magnificent AmbersonsAre “The Magnificent Ambersons” the most irritating family in all of literature? Probably not, but young George Amberson Minafer* and his mother drove me batty straight through this book. It’s well written, and it’s a very good The Times, They Are a-Changin’ story. But let me tell you: All these tragedies have me questioning my commitment to my Modern Library 100 project.** Here’s hoping the next book is a bit more light-hearted.

*I haven’t seen the A&E adaptation, but it looks like they nailed the casting.
**But not, of course, to Sparklemotion. My commitment to Sparklemotion is above reproach.

How many times this week have I said ‘rings’ instead of ‘flies’? Four or so.

I had neither seen the movie nor read William Golding’s “Lord of the Flies” before starting my Modern Library 100 project. After reading the first chapter, I said to Rockford — and I don’t think this is a major spoiler — “Well! They didn’t kill the pig. That’s a good thing, right?” And he laughed at me.

“Lord of the Flies” is a nightmarish, horror of a story. I wish I’d read it earlier. Specifically, before I had children. I know (or, rather, I understand via the ever-so-helpful Sparknotes) that this is a lot of allegory. But still. The very thought of those little fellas lost and gorging on fruit and ultimately run amuck in the very worst way just cut me to the core. That said, I was entirely engrossed in the book. The last chapter is one of the most gripping, tense scenes I’ve read.