Quantcast

this week in reading Archive

This Week in Reading: Masha Gessen and Stephen King

Previous installments of This Week in Reading can be found here. Most recently: Books That Should Be Banned.

I read two terrifying books this week, gang. One was about Vladimir Putin, and the other was about a traveling posse of polyester-wearing ex-humans who feed off the steam released by torturing psychic children. I’m not even done the latter yet, but why let that stop me from talking about it?

Let’s start with Masha Gessen’s The Man Without a Face: The Unlikely Rise of Vladimir Putin. Oh, man. You should already be reading this book. Let me make this abundantly clear: it is not boring. It is basically a Tom Clancy novel but real and by a woman and about Vladimir Putin, who should be in jail. If you have any hesitation about buying a biography of a foreign head of state, the Vanity Fair article that resulted in Gessen’s book should allay those concerns. She’s a clear and entertaining writer, and she is incapable of stepping back from her subject, which could really screw the pooch, but doesn’t. What it does, instead, is remind you that she is writing a living history. She’s mad and frustrated and intermittently hopeful and has enough dead journalist friends to be very conscious of the skin she has in the game.

...Read More

This Week in Reading: Ban These Books

Previous installments of This Week in Reading can be found here. Most recently: My Favourite Cookbooks: Part One.

The weirdly long ones that jut out past the edge of your shelf, but if you flip them over and stack other books on top of them, you won’t have room to put any books next to them anyway.

Books about the life of the author’s dog or cat which culminate in the death of the dog or cat and the lessons it taught the author and their family.

Books by women that have pastel ribbon belts on the cover because of the patriarchy, but only so they can be burned and re-issued with classy covers that reflect their stature as legitimate bildungsromans.

Books about the author’s decision to do something different for a whole year and how at first it was hard but then they kind of got into it and were almost sorry when the year ended but not really and now they still do that thing once a month for fun.

Books with “REMAINDER” stickers on them that will never give up their horrible residue, no matter how much time you spend idly digging at them with your fingernail.

...Read More

My Favourite Cookbooks: Part One

Previous installments of This Week in Reading can be found here. This one is just about cookbooks, and not from this past week, which is cheating. There will be two more installments.

This list makes no attempt at being exhaustive, and is not ranked: these are the cookbooks I use most in my own kitchen, and recommend to others. Reading cookbooks is a glorious, glorious occupation. If you have only 15 spare minutes, there’s no point to picking up a novel, but a cookbook is gulpable in any time increment you may possess. Let’s talk about these, and then SHOWER US WITH YOUR OWN SUGGESTIONS in the comments. I have not used the Ottolenghi cookbooks yet, I’d love to hear your thoughts.

1. The Frankies Spuntino Kitchen Companion & Cooking Manual: The first thing I look at when I’m at a friend’s house is their cookbooks. If I find myself taking pictures of more than three recipes in a given book, I make myself purchase it, because STUMBLING TOWARDS ETHICS. I would have photographed everything in this one, so it had to come home with me. And now both my parents have their own, tomato-splattered copies in turn. This is fantastic low-drama Italian-American cooking, and you cannot possibly go wrong with it. It’s meaty, but the salad dressings and vegetable recipes leave plenty of scope for people who eat less meat than me (practically everyone.)

...Read More

This Week in Reading: Francesca Segal and Choire Sicha

Previous installments of “This Week in Reading” can be found here. Most recently: Samantha Irby and Tom Kizzia.

Before we get into our actual books for the week, I wanted to do a last-minute plug for Dorothy Baker’s Cassandra at the Wedding, which we’ll be discussing with Emily Gould on Thursday (discount code below). I’m counting down the minutes until my actual conversation with Emily, because I read it in two sittings and it’s MAYBE ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS I’VE EVER READ, and I have a lot to say about it, and I think…okay, I’ve never loved Joan Didion’s fiction, and I think that Cassandra at the Wedding is the novel I’ve always hoped Joan Didion would write, based on the quality of her non-fiction, if that makes any sense? It’s clear and brilliant and the main narrator is unpleasant and it’s wildly accessible and delicious and I want all of you to read it. I promise you will enjoy it and, if you are a writer, be filled with self-loathing and envy by it. How lucky for you, writers.

The Innocents! Much, much better than it had any right to be. One is always so pessimistic about novels based on other novels, and for good reason. Edith Wharton is dead, go write your own book and make up a new story.

...Read More

This Week in Reading: Samantha Irby and Tom Kizzia

Previous installments of “This Week in Reading” can be found here. Most recently: French Women.

I had a particularly good week reading things, so let’s start with my favourite thing: recommending a debut volume by a female author. I never get to do that, because I almost always read new things after they’ve been out for ages and ages and then no one wants to discuss them with me any more.

Samantha Irby. Meaty. Do you read “bitches gotta eat”? WE CAN WAIT. GO.

If you haven’t read it, the grossest and sweetest and funniest of blogs, you may still have read her essay “My Mother, My Daughter” in The Rumpus, which is wrenching and perfect and deeply kind. I read it when it came out last June, and wept snottily for an hour, and have thought about it at least monthly since. We can also wait while you catch up with that.

Okay (looks both ways warily), I didn’t want to include a sample of “bitches gotta eat” until after the jump, because it’s SAUCY, so proceed now at your peril.

...Read More

This Week in Reading: French Women

Previous installments of This Week in Reading can be found here.

French women don’t get lupus french women don’t have food stuck in their teeth french women don’t lose their keys french women don’t slouch french women don’t buy movie snacks french women don’t molt french women don’t need to shave their toes french women don’t indulge french women don’t sleep alone french women don’t read xojane french women don’t forget to wash their makeup brushes french women don’t have eating disorders french women don’t ask their boyfriends hypothetical questions based on satc situations french women don’t buy pre-sliced mushrooms french women don’t wear linen pants without ironing them french women don’t get facelifts french women don’t do it in the road french women don’t want to get married french women don’t want french women don’t let their gum spill out into their purses french women don’t buy cheap shoes french women don’t finish whole bags of chips french women don’t use strollers french women don’t have sticky hands.

french women don’t live in algeria french women don’t live in les banlieues french women don’t put their delicates in the washing machine french women don’t work in the sex trade french women aren’t refugees french women don’t have bra sweat french women don’t need bras french women don’t wear bras except balconet bras french women don’t work out

French women take one thing off

...Read More

This Week in Reading: Man Books, the July Issue of Esquire and Polio

Previous installments of This Week in Reading can be found here.

I am now back in the bosom of the United States, without having been vomited on by my child (batting .500 over the last four trips), so if Gravol has any interest in sponsoring a post about how not to be vomited on by your child, I would be happy to put you in touch with our publisher. That stuff works. It also knocked her out such that she slept through a 1.5 hr delay and being moved from her stroller to a car seat on the plane. Gravol saves lives and souls.

As a result, I was able to tear through David Oshinsky’s Polio: An American Story, which I had started ages ago and never finished, for no real reason. You know how that happens? You’re all “this book is excellent, and I am enjoying it,” and the next thing you know you’re knee-deep into something else, and simply have to assume that a successful polio vaccine was eventually developed because you rarely run into people with polio?

...Read More

This Week in Reading: Canadian Ghosts

Previous installments of This Week in Reading can be found here.

Greetings again from rural Canada! This will be the last rural Canadian reading post until…mid-September. So you can expect that next week’s installment will be exclusively books set in NYC about literary men experiencing agita with their literary dads. Maybe they’ll have terse dinners! HAHAHAHAHAHA, I am not even joking, because my next book is David Gilbert’s And Sons. But it’s supposed to be really good. If you want to write a really good novel about NYC literary men and their dads, I’ll totally read it.

But, for now, we are still in rural Canada, and I thought we’d do some ghostly stuff and some SUPER AMAZING microhistory and one total nostalgia-fest.

Did I mention my mom’s house is a little haunted? It is. I both believe and do not believe in ghosts, like many people, so I say this 60% ironically.

...Read More