NY Times Book Review, 6 June 2010: Because Self is So Shallow

Because self is so shallow, self only picked books she was interested in reading (and that probably 75% of her acquaintances would not be interested in reading).  Herewith, books self is interested in reading after perusing her brother-in-law’s copy of The New York Times book Review of 6 June 2010:

After reading Jay McInerney’s review of Ann Beattie’s new novel, Talks With Men:

  • Ann Beattie’s new novel, Talks With Men

After reading Alida Becker’s review of a crop of new Travel Books:

After reading Danielle Trussoni’s review of Ted Mooney’s literary thriller, The Same River Twice:

  • Ted Mooney’s The Same River Twice

After reading Marilyn Stasio’s “Crime” column, the following mysteries:

  • Deborah Coonts’ Wanna Get Lucky, set in “the newest, most over-the-top megacasino/resort on the Las Vegas Strip.”
  • Tarquin Hall’s newest Vish Puri mystery, The Case of the Man Who Died Laughing
  • Sophie Littlefield’s “down-home” mystery featuring “a female vigilante” in “rural Missouri,” A Bad Day for Pretty
  • Elaine Viets’ newest mystery “featuring Helen Hawthorne, who left home when a heartless judge in St. Louis awarded her no-good husband half her future earnings,” Half-Price Homicide

After reading the end-paper essay, about books serendipitously encountered while residing for the summer at an abode not of one’s own, the following:

  • Luigi Barzini’s The Italians, serendipitously encountered by Maile Meloy in a room “near Baratti, Italy”
  • a translation of Ryunosuke Akutagawa’s Rashomon and Other Stories, serendipitously encountered by David Rakoff in a “friend’s country house”
  • John Fowles’ The Magus, serendipitously encountered by Miriam Toewes “in a bar by the beach” in Crete
  • Avery Corman’s Kramer vs. Kramer, serendipitously encountered by Dave Eggers “in a cabin in Bodega Bay”
  • Alessandro Manzoni’s The Betrothed, serendipitously encountered by Cathleen Schine “in a drawer of a bedside table” when she was in Perugia “staying with a family and studying Italian.”
  • Charles Portis’ Dog of the South, stolen by Arthur Bradford from a house “near Austin, Texas” that his family was renting (“I’m ashamed to say I stole it because it was so funny.”)

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

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