It’s a busier than usual weekend for us, made so by the fact that Betty is in not one but five performances at a local theater this weekend. She’s part of the cast of Disney Kids Cabaret, as well as a children’s production of Snow White. One is an afternoon production, the other is a few hours later in the evening, so we’ve been shuttling back and forth from the theater for the past several days.
The kids’ birthdays are next week too, so in celebration of that and the play, my in-laws are coming down today. Normally I’ve invited family and friends to the show and a party afterwards; this year, for various reasons, I just kept it small. Emotionally, we’re not up for a whole big to-do, and while I kind of feel like I’m cheating my kids out of a big party, the finances aren’t there for that right now. Somehow I think they will survive turning 9 with just a simple event. (And no, we didn’t invite our Congressman.)
I also had a busier than usual work week, making me too tired to read much more than a few pages at night. That could be why it has taken me a week to get through the 275 pages of If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things, the 2002 Booker Prize nominated debut novel by Jon McGregor.
As I said in my Literary Blog Hop post and in my review, this is an oddly compelling book but one that I found difficult to get through after reaching the midpoint. McGregor’s writing is gorgeous and poetic, and the style a very unconventional one. Quotation marks are absent in the dialogue (which was fine) as well as character names (which was not). I don’t like novels where I need a spreadsheet to keep track of events and characters, but that’s what I felt like this required of me as a reader.
Half the Sky is still my audiobook, but I’m almost finished with it. The busier than usual work week involved more local travel than usual, and more to come next week. I’m thinking of just finishing up the last 50 pages of this in the print edition and starting a new audiobook, which will either be The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks or The Solitude of Prime Numbers. Have you read or listened to either of these? If so, which one would you recommend?
And in anticipation of the holidays (or not), I’ve started reading Scroogenomics: Why you Shouldn’t Buy Presents for the Holidays by Joel Waldfogel. (I can practically hear my grandmother spinning in her grave at such a notion that one should stop buying presents. The woman had a room in her small Philadelphia rowhouse dedicated to presents, all of which were not only bought but WRAPPED before Halloween … leaving more time to buy gifts for that holiday.)
Despite angering the spirits of my deceased relatives, I’m actually enjoying this book, which is a great combination of amusing and factual. It’s also one of the tiniest (think economical in size) books I’ve ever read. It’s not much bigger than the picture here; in actuality, it is just about as big as my palm. We make such an annual production out of holiday giving, Waldfogel says, spending resources in time and money to buy gifts that people we hardly ever see will want, need, or use. The wastefulness of the holiday as he presents it in terms of impact to the economy is eye-opening. You would think that spending more and more and more is good for the economy in terms of jobs and businesses – and it is – but there is also a tremendously high cost.
And with that, we’re off to the show!
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