Today I arrived in Portland, aka Portlandia, to . . . overcast skies and cooler than average temperatures. By noon-ish, though, there was actual sun, and it felt warm but not hot. Perfect, in other words. I understand that something like this is happening in the S.L.C. Boo ya. Summer, you guys.
Tomorrow it's Powell's and another book-buying extravaganza. I intend to find a big fat used copy of Lady Murasaki's Tale of Genji. In a conversation with middlebrow yesterday, I heard about his plan for reading, what was it? Large Literature? Big Fat Books? I don't know--he's reading Tom Jones right now, then moving on to Tristram Shandy. I will be reading Lady Murasaki this summer. Along with piles of detective fiction. Also lots of poetry, of which I acquired a bunch in Seattle and will be combing the Powell's shelves for more.
In a related development, we plan on building some more shelves at home.
I'm on the verge of assigning Tristam Shandy to my nonfiction class. I think I'll restrain myself. Tell PDX hello from me. I miss it so though I did hear it's been raining nonstop since last August. Sometimes, I miss it less than others.
ReplyDeleteHave fun road-trippin it with Diane. Must see pics! (This is what is happening, right?
ReplyDeleteOh Powells. And you must recommend some poetry, as I am fatally out of the loop. It is lovely here, and I think it will be warm for the next few days. Drive carefully.
ReplyDeleteI swear I just saw you in Utah on Wednesday.
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