It’s just me stopping by to let the world–or whoever–know I’m still here. I’ve been away from regular blogging for so long I’m having a hard time stepping back in. The truth is that I discovered a whole lot of other things I used to do before I got into the blogosphere, and while I was hanging in there from all the cancer treatments and almost daily doctor and hospital jaunts I rediscovered some of the things I used to love. Like reading. I’ve read so many books of late I’ve lost count–fiction and non-fiction alike. So many books calling to me. I’ll never have time to read them all.
I just finished two by Anne Lamont who writes with clarity and honesty about living in a country at war (both these books were written during George W’s presidency) and somehow keeping up faith, GRACE and PLAN B, (share excerpts from both on the previous links–look for the Search Inside This Book link) and highly recommend both.
MARRYING ANITA was written by American-born Indian Anita Jain about the travails of finding a suitable husband. This blog review wraps it up quite well I think, far better than I could. Ms Jain compares the rituals of courtship like those she experienced in New York–partying, one time hookups–with the arranged marriages of of India-born Indians like her parents, and even goes so far as to endure meetings with suitable boys arranged by her parents. It was a quick but fascinating read even though I can’t quite figure out whether or not I liked it well enough to recommend it.
At the moment I’m just finishing up SOMEWHERE TOWARD THE END, a book written by Diana Athill, a British woman who spent 50 years as an editor working with writers such as V.S. Naipaul, Norman Mailer. and John Updike. Published in 2009 when she was 92, she writes quite frankly about the fading of sexual desire that comes with age, about the death of her mother and about her own expectations of her own death. Her thoughts on these topics and atheism alone make the book well worth reading. See for yourself by clicking here and another here for fascinating excerpts.
The biggest problem I’m having, after all these and other great reads so far, is that I realize how boring my stuff is in comparison. I expect I’ll get back into the swing of writing and blogging sooner or later, but in the meantime there’s a pillow in a swing on the porch and a nice pastry and tall glass of lemonade waiting for me. Life is still good.