Once again I find myself in the middle of a bunch of different books. I am moving steadily through them and not feeling stuck though so that’s good. The problem is I am liking them all so much I can’t decide which one to pick up when I have time to read. So what do I do? I bring home two more books from the library and start reading those too! Sure, why not!

Some of you are probably thinking, “wow, that girl is messed up.” You might be right, but I don’t see it as a problem. And maybe that’s a problem too but I don’t think so. As the saying goes, denial is not just a river in Egypt.

One of the books I am really liking is my March NYRBs Classic subscription book, Pitch Dark by Renata Adler. So I thought I would share a bit of the beginning of the book so you can get a taste for it’s challenge and its awesomeness:

We were running flat out. The opening was dazzling. The middle was Dazzling. The ending was dazzling. It was like a steeplechase composed entirely of hurdles.

But that would not be a steeplechase at all. It would be more like a steep, steep, climb.

They were shouting, Tell it, big momma, tell it. I mean, the child is only six years old.

Do I need to stylize it, then, or can I tell it as it was?

He knew that she had left him when she began to smoke again.

Look here, you know, I loved you.

I wonder whether he will ever ask himself, say to himself, Well, she wasn’t asking all the earth, why did I let her go?

What a start, huh? It feels like the whole book is right there if only I knew the details. So I have to keep reading to find out what the details are. Of course, from that opening, you can guess the details aren’t exactly laid out plain and simple. They sort of accumulate through some sort of protean shapeshifting. Or maybe it is like silt building up on the bottom of a river, sifting down through the water that is sometimes murky and sometimes clear. Whatever it is, it is thus far excellent.

I realize I didn’t mention what the two books I brought home from the library are. Do you want to know? How Literature Saved My Life by David Shields (really interesting so far) and Paradise Lot: Two Plant Geeks, One-Tenth of an Acre and the Making of an Edible Oasis in the City by Eric Toensmeier (wishing we were neighbors).

All righty. Off to have a workout and then do a little reading. Tonight I will be going to bed with Adler. And no, Bookman doesn’t mind 😉