Some books are special. Some you find exactly when you need to find them.
I found Franny and Zooey after I graduated from high school, during the interminably long summer before I went off to college, far away in New York.
It made me realize, perhaps, that I needed to be fiercely curious, in fact I needed to be in pursuit of curiosities instead of wallowing in the uncomfortable world I had known.
Jesse Kornbluth on Franny and Zooey.
The Vampire Cowboys are very funny people. This is their Holiday card.
I think in these times, I need to laugh more than anything. That and brain candy. I am 199 pages into Chuck Klosterman’s Killing Yourself to Live: A True Story. He is traveling to the sites of the demise of great (and not so great) rock stars. I probably shouldn’t find this to be candy, but I do. I have to buy a new copy because I had to give mine as a stolen gift for the Ma-Yi Writers Lab’s 2008 Yankee trade. We could only use stolen gifts. I stole it from my friend Lloyd. Sorry, Lloyd.
In these times it’s hard to know what to get people for the holidays too. I was just given a Trader Joe’s gift card, which I think I’m very grateful for. I know I’ll be eating. Well. Thank you, L&M.