Reading Wednesday
Feb. 19th, 2020 05:48 amJust Finished: The Stars in Our Pockets: Getting Lost and Sometimes Found in the Digital Age by Howard Axelrod. ...I feel like I'm really not the target audience for this book, so I'm finding it hard to assess it. One thing I will say: the author doesn't seem to acknowledge that for some people, there are very, very good reasons to prefer to interact with digital acquaintances rather than the people around them.
There are some things I agree with him on (If you find all of your attention getting sucked into Facebook, it's time to turn off your telephone) but the way he goes about discussing it is with a low-key sort of obnoxiousness that I don't really have much time for.
Currently Reading: Air Salt: A Trauma Memoir as a Result of the Fall by Ian Kinney. The author fell seven stories and survived; he used poetry as neuro-rehabilitation, and the result is this collection. His work has an interesting texture, very fragmented, and he does some things with visual style/word placement that I like a lot. I wouldn't say this will become one of my favourites, but for the time being I'm finding it pretty engrossing.
Reading Next: The Red Chesterfield by Wayne Arthurson. I've read some of his stuff before; I think he's mainly known for his series of crime novels set in Edmonton. They're pretty standard fare - you either like that kind of thing, or you don't (I do, so). But The Red Chesterfield looks a little different; it's still crime, but on flipping through it, it looks like he's going for something unusual in form, something a bit more artsy. I'm really curious about it, and I'm looking forward to reading it.
There are some things I agree with him on (If you find all of your attention getting sucked into Facebook, it's time to turn off your telephone) but the way he goes about discussing it is with a low-key sort of obnoxiousness that I don't really have much time for.
Currently Reading: Air Salt: A Trauma Memoir as a Result of the Fall by Ian Kinney. The author fell seven stories and survived; he used poetry as neuro-rehabilitation, and the result is this collection. His work has an interesting texture, very fragmented, and he does some things with visual style/word placement that I like a lot. I wouldn't say this will become one of my favourites, but for the time being I'm finding it pretty engrossing.
Reading Next: The Red Chesterfield by Wayne Arthurson. I've read some of his stuff before; I think he's mainly known for his series of crime novels set in Edmonton. They're pretty standard fare - you either like that kind of thing, or you don't (I do, so). But The Red Chesterfield looks a little different; it's still crime, but on flipping through it, it looks like he's going for something unusual in form, something a bit more artsy. I'm really curious about it, and I'm looking forward to reading it.