Monday, February 7, 2011

Today's Menu

Reading: Annie Proulx's memoir "Bird Cloud"
Drinking: Black tea
Thinking: That Annie Proulx divorced herself so thoroughly from the personal in her fiction that her attempt to write a memoir is a strange (and kind of terrifying) skeleton-like beast: bones without heart. Interesting to read for that reason alone.

This NYT review is a nice romp as well.