I’ve decided to switch over to this format — which quite a few bloggers have been using for awhile now — for these Sunday posts. The Sunday Salon is perfectly fine but I feel like I’ve gotten away from the intent of the Salon. I wanted a structure that would allow me to capture more of the week’s happenings in addition to the reading, because during some weeks, this is the only post that I manage to write.
(Like many things, I’m probably over-thinking this.)
This was a busier week than usual, with several highlights. A few weeks ago, I was in the right place at the right time (checking my email when a reminder popped up) and I snagged one of the few tickets to Margaret Atwood’s lecture and book-signing at our library. That was on Wednesday evening and it was a fabulous event. I have a separate post in the works recapping her talk, which touched on quite a few topics and issues while being very funny. (She has a very dry sense of humor.)
This weekend some out-of-town friends were visiting Pittsburgh (they stayed in the cutest Airbnb in Shadyside!) and last night we went out to dinner at Shady Grove. I hadn’t eaten there before and they gave us a private area upstairs, which was perfect for our group. The menu is your typical bar/pub food: salads, burgers, pizzas, sandwiches, etc. Something for everyone. I had a very good black bean veggie burger with sweet potato tater tots.
Still reading Margaret Atwood’s first novel, The Edible Woman. It focuses on Marian, whose age isn’t quite specified (at least not yet) but you get the sense she’s in her early 20s and a college graduate (“What can you do with a B.A. these days?” is an occasional phrase that a character says). She works for a market research firm and is in a serious relationship with Peter, who is 26.
This feels similar to The Handmaid’s Tale in that it is a brilliant, ironic commentary on a bigger theme — in this case, how society’s expectations and pressures are such that they have the power to consume us. Like The Handmaid’s Tale, this proves to be extremely prescient. (This was written in 1969.)
I’m hoping to finish this tonight, but the Eagles game currently on TV might hinder that a bit.
I’m trying to catch up on more than a few months-old issues of The New Yorker. In the August 10 issue, Michael Cunningham — another of my favorite authors — has a short story called “Little Man” which is based on the fairy tale “Rumplestiltskin.” It’s part of his new collection of short stories coming out next month, which I cannot wait to read.
The Husband and I actually have a date night planned for Tuesday night! We have tickets to see Ringo Starr, which we are looking forward to. We bought the tickets several months ago and we’ll probably treat ourselves to a nice dinner downtown before the show.
Nonfiction November returns next month and will once again be hosted by Kim of Sophisticated Dorkiness, Leslie of Regular Rumination, Katie of Doing Dewey and Rebecca of I’m Lost In Books. All the details are here. This is always a great event for those of us who are nonfiction enthusiasts, so expect a few additional posts here focused on nonfiction reads.
I’m participating in a few local blogging events happening next month, which I am very excited about. I’ll have separate posts about those, too.
One thing I’m not going to be doing this year is NaNoWriMo. There’s just too much else happening and with everything else going on, I won’t get much done.
Hard to believe November is next week!