
Philip Trager.
Changing
Arena Editions, 2000.
Jacques Hillairet
Rivages, 1993 (re-issue)
Dictionnaire historique des rues de Paris.
Editions Minuit, 1985. (two volumes)
Another media bottom-feeder does The Daily Deep
What a week for cake and candles! Longfellow turned 200. Elizabeth Taylor turned 75 – whatever happened to National Velvet, anyway? And today the Cat in the Hat turns 50. If you’re a child of a certain age (and who isn’t?), you will hear one of the Cat’s catchy rhymes, then long-forgotten neural pathways will be firing all day long. The same warning goes for the Cat’s animated musical birthday card. I was thrilled to find it, then I couldn’t turn it off.
First it was Camus. The NYT reported last August that President Bush was reading The Stranger on his month-long vacation at the ranch. Hmmm, wouldn’t it be better as a beach novel? It’s plausible, if far-fetched, to think he actually read it for an afternoon’s relaxation. As millions of college students know, it’s a mercifully thin book, almost a quick read. I figured the President’s favorite passage was the action climax where Meursaul guns down the Arab on the rocks. If he read Dick Cheney’s loaner copy, he might have gone right to the dog-eared page, skipping all the jail cell meditation about the meaning of existence.
Then it was A Savage War of Peace, the classic account of the French debacle in
Dowd asked Horne what the president could learn from his book. ''The depressing problem of getting entangled in the Muslim world,'' he replied. ''
If Bush is reading Dick Cheney’s or Karl Rove’s loaner copy, Savage War’s insights about torture have probably been redacted with a black highlighter pen. Let’s hope he didn’t go straight to the heavily dog-eared chapter about the French Army’s plan to invade
From the headline I expected this NYT article to reveal a new spin on the nerdy book nook crowd. Consider this: “She wrapped herself around the pole in intriguing ways, then flowed onto the floor like fast honey.” That’s not exactly
But the piece reads more like The Theory of the Leisure Class than The Story of O:
Now the pole — think ballet barre turned vertical — is the new star at racier versions of Tupperware parties in well-heeled (if high-heeled) areas like this one in the northwest hills of Morris County, about 33 miles from Manhattan. Billed as “femme empowerment,” such at-home pole dancing lessons are taking place in the realm of book clubs, with mothers — and grandmothers — learning slinky moves for girls’ nights in, bachelorette send-offs, even the occasional 60th birthday celebration.
More on that Great American Folk Dance.
NOTE TO POLE-DANCERS (and CALAMARI LOVERS) EVERYWHERE: Settings are fixed and Comments are On. Still not easy to use in this blog template. Click on 0 Comments at the bottom of the post. It’s lonely musing/ranting all by myself.BOOK NOOK BONUS: The NYT story quotes the authors of Striptease: The Untold History of the Girlie Show and Better Than I Ever Expected: Straight Talk About Sex After Sixty.