Bookshelf Survey: Folklore Thursday’s Dee Dee Chainey

Read this list . . . and die!

No, self doesn’t mean die like in that Japanese horror movie The Ring.

She means, die as in perfection! Bliss!

And, just so you know, self did get those two fairy tale books she mentioned in an earlier post. So that’s what she’ll be reading after Gaitskill’s Bad Behavior.

Self knows she just did major adjustment to her reading list. For one thing, she was supposed to read The Strain. But after delving more into that book, she just couldn’t rid herself of the nightmares.

No book should be giving her nightmares: it’s almost Christmas!

So she got the Philip Pullman translation of the Brothers Grimm, and a collection of Chinese folk tales (Publisher: Princeton University Press). She got both books from the Strand.

Also, today, by happenstance, self wandered into the editorial offices of J Journal, in the John Jay College of Criminal Justice and met the two extremely nice and committed editors, Adam Berlin and Jeffrey Heiman. If you like reading and writing about social justice, then you should know about J Journal. And you should subscribe. And submit.


10th and 59th, New York City

After the death of Isotope, which she felt most keenly (and not just because they published one of her hybrid pieces), she feels journals that go beyond one specific area of knowledge (like medicine; or law; or criminal justice) and explore what creative writers can bring to the table, journals like that should be cherished.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.


Friday: HAPPY

Contemplating purchasing two books of fairy tales, one a translation of The Brothers Grimm by Philip Pullman, the other a book of Chinese Fairy Tales from Princeton University Press.

(Hear Philip Pullman read from the collection, on SoundCloud.)

Weighty issue.

In the meantime, self is reading Tomas Transtromer’s The Great Enigma: New Collected Poems. This last is her own copy. She bought it last year in Venice Beach, when she was with poet Angela Narciso Torres, who recommended it.

In the Bookshelf Survey she was tagged in yesterday, she mentioned Wales as a country she’d like to visit.

Second choice was Sweden.

Because, you know, Henning Mankell. Among other things.

Here’s an excerpt from Transtromer’s “Elegy”:

At the outset, like a fallen dragon
in some mist-and vapor-shrouded swamp,
our spruce-clad coastline lies. Far out there:
two steamers crying from a dream

in the fog. This is the lower world.
Motionless woods, motionless surface
and the orchid’s hand that reaches from the soil.
On the other side, beyond these straits

but hanging in the same reflection: the Ship,
like the cloud hanging weightless in its space.
And the water around its prow is motionless,
becalmed. And yet — a storm is up!

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.


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