|dining room piles|
June 8, 2016
There's another pile upstairs (but I, for the nonce, am too lazy to go up there and take a photo). But I remember a couple of them: Things Fall Apart (which I just have never gotten around to reading) and The Lady in the Van, the Alan Bennett story used for the source of the recent film that Joyce and I both liked very much. (Link to trailer for the film.)
Every now and then I get reminders--subtle and otherwise--that I've not gotten around to reading something. Yesterday, for example, this page popped up on my book-nerd calendar. I'd not remembered this 2013 biography of Margaret Fuller that I'd bought, placed on a pile, and forgotten about. In fact, at some point that title moved to a shelf, where I just found it, removed it, vowed to read it. Soon. Joyce is putting a protective cover on it; then it will return to the pile, probably the one near my bed.
This book, by the way, has some personal resonance for me: Fuller was associated with the Transcendentalists, and it was in a course on American Transcendentalism at Kent State in the summer of 1969 that I noticed a bright young woman in the class. Joyce Coyne. I made no move: I figured it was suicide for my self-image to do so (why would she be interested in me?) ... but things worked out. In fact, she's upstairs right now, putting a Brodart archival cover on a biography of Margaret Fuller that I am definitely going to read.
And soon ...