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maribouBiographical Objects, by Janet Hoskins
The problem I have with a lot of anthropological books is that I'm way more interested in the fieldwork narrative than in the conclusions drawn ... and I had that problem with this book too. But at least the author's stance left me feeling like that was totally fine. Quite well-written; pleasingly light on jargon.
(184/300)
The Great Derangement, by Matt Taibbi
Political snark about Congress and the 9/11 Truth Movement and John Hagee and and - funny and self-deprecating enough that it reads as baffled rather than mean.
(185/300)
When Men Were the Only Models We Had, by Carolyn G. Heilbrun
A book about the influence on the author of Lionel Trilling, Clifton Fadiman, and Jacques Barzun, and the complications of that influence when combined with the author's own life and her feminist principles and career. As I love Heilbrun's prose and really enjoy Barzun and Fadiman, how could I not gobble up this book? And I did.
(186/300)
Why I Will Never Ever Ever Ever Have Time to Read this Book, by Remy Charlip, illustrated by Jon J. Muth
Jon J. Muth is one of my favorite illustrators, and these illustrations were really lovely - also more Quentin-Blake-y than I was expecting. The story was definitely more a 'kid's story that adults aren't as appreciative of' than a 'kid's story that's really more for adults,' but that was just fine.
(187/300)
The problem I have with a lot of anthropological books is that I'm way more interested in the fieldwork narrative than in the conclusions drawn ... and I had that problem with this book too. But at least the author's stance left me feeling like that was totally fine. Quite well-written; pleasingly light on jargon.
(184/300)
The Great Derangement, by Matt Taibbi
Political snark about Congress and the 9/11 Truth Movement and John Hagee and and - funny and self-deprecating enough that it reads as baffled rather than mean.
(185/300)
When Men Were the Only Models We Had, by Carolyn G. Heilbrun
A book about the influence on the author of Lionel Trilling, Clifton Fadiman, and Jacques Barzun, and the complications of that influence when combined with the author's own life and her feminist principles and career. As I love Heilbrun's prose and really enjoy Barzun and Fadiman, how could I not gobble up this book? And I did.
(186/300)
Why I Will Never Ever Ever Ever Have Time to Read this Book, by Remy Charlip, illustrated by Jon J. Muth
Jon J. Muth is one of my favorite illustrators, and these illustrations were really lovely - also more Quentin-Blake-y than I was expecting. The story was definitely more a 'kid's story that adults aren't as appreciative of' than a 'kid's story that's really more for adults,' but that was just fine.
(187/300)
